Conan: The story that cats and wineries have to tell

On the other side, Conan, who couldn't see anything in the darkness, hurriedly shouted in the direction of the empty people.

"Use the spotlight on your camera!"

"Oh oh oh, good!"

The little brother who grabbed the camera hurriedly fumbled with the camera's flash button under Conan's reminder.

But the sudden bright light in the darkness made everyone subconsciously close their eyes.

And Conan, who was originally going to backlight and look around, also made a mistake in judging the direction, and confronted the flashbang he had summoned.

No one saw what was going on in the cable car, except for Banxia.

"No, we have to do it again!"

Conan rubbed his stinging eyes and called out loudly.

"Okay, I'll do it..." Before

the man holding the camera finished speaking, he felt a huge force kick on his back, and the camera in his hand flew out, and he didn't know where it landed.

Before anyone could find the camera on the floor, the cable car had already left the tunnel.

The crowd that had returned to the sunlight looked around in some horror.

"What!"

"How so!"

"The president, he... It's gone! "

Meow... (So what the hell is this trick on...) The

exclamations of the crowd, real or false, echoed in the carriage.

Banxia looked at the chair under the vice president's buttocks, and he could even faintly hear the panting sound coming from below.

For an elderly person, this is still a bit too physically demanding.

And....

"Meow? (So this is intended to pretend to be cursed?)

Banxia jumped onto the bench where Uncle Mori was sitting, and looked up at the note with the words "karma" written on the glass window by the vice president who had taken advantage of the darkness to stick to the glass window.

But what's the point?

Under Banxia's reminder, Uncle Maori also found the note posted near his head.

"Hey, hey, hey! When did this note come about, hey! Uncle

Maori tried to remember the scene, but because he was afraid of heights, he held his head in his hands and tried to shrink himself into a ball from the time he got on the cable car, not even noticing when the note appeared.

"Wait, look, Daddy! Daddy is there! President

Domoto's daughter leaned on the glass window, looking at the figure slumped on the hand of the statue with horror on her face.

"What?"

Everyone's faces changed drastically, and they rushed to the glass window and looked in the direction of the daughter of President Domoto's finger.

"Meow? (What?)

Banxia, who was casually carried by Uncle Maori to the window, looked at the figure with a knife in his chest next to the jewel sitting in the hand of the statue of the Celestial Maiden.

With his eyesight, he could clearly see that the figure that had been stabbed was President Domoto.

However, if President Domoto died there, who is the guy who is now in the cable car, gasping for breath in the space under the chair?

Thinking of this, Banxia couldn't help but turn her head to look at Miss Yoshino who was standing there.

After watching her tremble, Banxia was a little more entangled.

The smell on this woman's body did not have any intention of dissipating, could it be that it was not her hand?

It can't really be the curse of the goddess.

Thinking of this, Banxia twisted his body, broke free of Uncle Maori's right hand that grabbed the back of his neck, and trotted to the bench where the former president of the temple was hiding, carefully sniffing the smell coming from the cracks.

There's no problem, the smell of this guy inside is exactly the same as the smell of the old man president I met yesterday.

This seemingly unscientific situation made Banxia couldn't help but have a headache.

Which one is fake, is it the president of Domoto that I saw yesterday, or the president of Domoto who is now on the statue of the goddess below?

Before Banxia could think clearly, he was hugged by the vice president who came over in a hurry.

"Miss Maori, please take care of it, don't let it run around, okay?"

"Ahh Good.

Xiaolan was stunned, is this time the time to care about whether Banxia is running around? Even if it's just an ordinary pet cat, you don't have to worry so much in such a fully enclosed place, right?

But she still obediently took over Banxia.

Taking advantage of the effort of stuffing Banxia back into the pet backpack, Xiaolan leaned into Banxia's ear and whispered.

"What the hell is going on?"

"I don't know what the hell is meowing, I just know that the president of Domoto who was on the cable car just now is hiding under the bench over there, and as for the one on the statue of the goddess, I don't know what the situation is."

Banxia sighed, combined with the previous series of circumstances, he was sure that this group of people must have something to hide from them.

Before he could figure it out, the cable car slowly stopped at the station at the top of the mountain.

"Quick, go and contact the police, the president has an accident, let them come over!"

The vice president, who was the first to rush off the cable car, shouted at the crowd waiting at the summit station, glancing at the two newspaper reporters who rushed down after him and went straight to the station's phone.

Seeing that everyone else rushed down, Xiaolan was about to follow them, but was stopped by Banxia.

"There's Uncle Maori there... No, with Conan there, Miss Yoshino probably won't do it in public. Let's just ask the president what they mean by that.

As he spoke, Banxia's gaze focused on the bench where the person was hidden.

"So what do we do next?"

Xiaolan followed Banxia's line of sight and looked at the bench.

"Shhhh

Banxia squatted on the bench on the other side, staring intently at the bench.

However, until the cable car started again and returned, President Domoto still had no intention of coming out.

Just when Xiaolan wondered if Banxia had made a mistake in judgment and there was no one under the bench at all, the chair surface of the bench opposite suddenly moved, and then it was slowly pushed away from the bottom.

"Oh, I'm so tired of my old bones, those bastards won't believe in such a curse now..."

For a long time, President Domoto looked at Xiaolan, who walked to his side and helped him climb out from under the bench, and Banxia, who was squatting on the bench and licking his paws, frowned and shook his head.

"I knew that bastard was not reliable at all. Miss Maori, I hope you didn't see me, and by the way, I hope you can keep it a secret for me. I don't want the opening ceremony, which our company has worked so hard to prepare, be ruined. "

President Domoto, what are you..."

Xiaolan's inner question was not finished before she was interrupted by President Domoto's mouth.

"Miss Maori, I think it's better not to ask about something that has nothing to do with you."

President Dobin walked to the door of the cable car, looked at the approaching tunnel, and pressed a button to open the door, while looking at Ran with a blank face.

"I said at the beginning, gimmicks and such things, just take a picture, you shouldn't let it go on the cable car at all."

With that, President Domoto jumped into the tunnel.