Conan's Strongest Uncle

"Guest, do you need anything?" the uncle asked.

At this time, Zhongdao and Zhi stepped forward and asked, "Excuse me, did any strange people come in in the afternoon?"

The uncle made a reminiscence: "In the afternoon, no one came in? I have been sitting at the front desk with the proprietress after cleaning in the morning, and I have not seen anyone come in."

Nakamichi Kazuhi continued, "Then let's take a look at the surveillance, shall we?"

The uncle immediately laughed: "Guests, look at our hotel, where do you need to wear and monitor!"

When everyone heard this, they could not help frowning, and another clue was broken.

Nakamichi Kazuhi frowned and turned around: "Look at these two old people, even if someone really broke in, they wouldn't remember it, and the balconies here are all made of wood, so it's easy to climb, go around and get out of the back. It is also very easy to come in, but unfortunately, without surveillance, there is no way to find the murderer."

"Hey, we can only find out who killed Noriko when the police come and call for surveillance."

At this moment, other staff members of the hotel also came out. They gathered around and asked, "Guest, what happened?"

Mouri Kogoro said: "We had a friend who was shot in a room on the second floor."

"what!!!"

This remark instantly caused an uproar, and all the staff in the hotel looked shocked.

The uncle hurriedly said, "Then why don't you hurry up and call the police!"

"The police are already on their way. From now on, no one is allowed to enter the murder scene room on the second floor!" Nakamichi Kazuhi commanded, with a sturdy aura, he quickly suppressed everyone.

Suddenly, Mouri Kogoro remembered something, he turned around and whispered some information to the uncle and proprietress at the front desk.

After the questioning, Mouri Kogoro finally had a faint smile on his face.

Finally found the decisive evidence! ! !

...

Below the Mouri Detective Agency, a young boy with half-dry, half-wet clothes, muddy trousers and a foul smell got out of the taxi. He checked the time on his watch, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

Seeing the familiar words of Mouri's office, Conan couldn't help bursting into tears and couldn't help but want to cry.

It's been really hard to come back this way.

It’s easy to go up the mountain, but difficult to go down the mountain. This sentence is really not just saying. In the afternoon, a heavy rain happened in Nagoya. Conan could only go down the mountain under the heavy rain. Walked for three hours.

After that, at the foot of the mountain, there was no taxi for a long time. Except for mountain climbers, no one wanted to come to this remote and barren mountain of prisoners.

Conan, who couldn't catch a car, stood under the tree to avoid the rain, but when he saw a thunderbolt hit a tree in the distance, the fire instantly ignited, and Conan dared not stand under the tree again.

He reached out to intercept the passing cars on the road, but most of the cars turned a blind eye, and finally a pig truck stopped, but Conan was covered in mud at that time, and the owner did not dare to let him sit in front.

Therefore, Conan could only stand in the back of the group of pigs, being arched by a group of smelly big pigs under the rainstorm, and fell on the pig manure several times.

Conan, who had returned to downtown Nagoya, stinks all over his body, and everyone around him holding umbrellas can't help but cast disgusted glances, and the neon's indifference appears from this.

The taxis in the city don't take him, it's too smelly and dirty!

In the end, Conan finally squeezed into the bus to reach the Shinkansen station. On the way, Conan had an aura of three meters around him, and no one dared to approach him.

The guard at the station almost refused to let Conan in, thinking it was a homeless child from somewhere.

After a lot of hard work, Conan finally got on the Shinkansen back to Tokyo.

In the toilet of the moving car, he was completely naked. He used the extremely limited water source in the toilet to wash himself and his clothes full of pig manure and sludge. You must know that the water source on the moving car flows out for two or three seconds after induction. The water flow for people to wash their hands is automatically shut off.

So Conan, who was completely naked, could only feel it, get some water, wash his clothes, then feel it, get some water, wash his clothes, and it took more than an hour to wash off the pig manure.

He was wearing wet clothes like this, standing under the air conditioner of the moving train and didn't even dare to sit in the seat, the cold wind was blowing, waiting for the clothes to dry, and when he arrived in Tokyo, he took a ride back to Mouri's house.

Nice to be home!

Conan walked upstairs with his short, lead-heavy legs and knocked on the door to the third floor.

Haibara hasn't slept yet, and is on the sofa reading the latest American biology magazine.

Haibara opened the door and smelled a foul stench. She couldn't help frowning and said, "The toilet on the second floor burst. Why do you smell so bad?"

Conan ignored Haibara, went directly into Mouri Kogoro's room, picked up the invitation letter on the table, and carefully identified it under the light, and finally saw the painted material at the address, because the color was the same as the color of the invitation letter, So maybe I didn't notice it before.

He peeled off the layer of disguise with his fingernails, and the address inside had already been smeared out, and replaced it with a line of words from Mouri Kogoro: Conan, isn't it very comfortable to climb the mountain of prisoners!

Conan's roar came from the room on the third floor immediately!

Haibara couldn't help frowning when she heard it, shook her head and went to her room with the magazine.

...

Outside the corridor on the second floor of the hot spring hotel, a group of people stood at the door of the murder room, and everyone in the hotel also stood aside and talked in a low voice.

Zhongdao and Zhi sighed: "Hey, it seems that we still have to wait for the police to come and check other surveillance to determine the murderer."

At this moment, Mouri Kogoro walked over and said with a solemn expression: "Don't wait for the police, I already know who killed Noriko."

Nakamichi Kazuhi stood up, looked at the hotel staff at the side, and said, "Could it be that one of them did it."

Horikita Yumi also couldn't help asking: "Kogoro, do you really know who the murderer is?"

Mouri Kogoro's eyes were sharp to the extreme. After inspecting the people present, he closed his eyes in disappointment and said, "A-Chun, do you still want to hide it? Why, why did you kill Noriko!"

The expressions of everyone changed dramatically, and they all looked at Jun Omura in disbelief.

Atsushi Omura waved his hands again and again: "Kogoro, you are mistaken, how could it be that I killed Noriko, you forgot, when Noriko was killed, we were all playing in the table tennis room, and I never even went out. what!"

Nakamichi Kazuhi said, "Yes, Noriko's death time is around three o'clock, A Chun has no chance to commit a crime at all!"

Mouri Kogoro opened his eyes again, only to feel a light passing by.

"Who told you that Noriko's death time was around three o'clock, did anyone hear the gunshots? Noriko's real death time was not in the afternoon, but after 6:30 in the evening, when the fireworks broke out."

Zhongdao and Zhi couldn't help frowning: "That's impossible, the body is completely rigid, and even if there is an error in time, it can't be shifted by that much!"