Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Everyone waved their arms and rushed towards that direction as fast as they could, while Baijiu walked slowly behind.

During this time, he even grabbed a bottle of Coke to quench his thirst.

Soon, Xiao Cheng was exhausted and complained, "Wait a minute, isn't there a shortcut?"

"It's quickest to go through the open-air bath, but——"

She opened the door and saw that the road ahead was occupied by the bathing pool, with steam rising in the air.

The two sides were filled with snow, leaving little gap for people to pass through.

"Because it's not time to clean up yet, so......"

Conan pointed to the other side and asked, "Excuse me, is the house outside the fence the detached house where the old man lives?"

"Yes."

Hattori saw the clue and said, "By the way, is there a slight gap in the fence?"

Dalang said excitedly: "This! This must be a kamaitachi! The kamaitachi ran across the hot spring water just like riding the wind."

"How is this possible?" Xiao Cheng looked disdainful and threw the soap placed on the edge of the table into the hot spring, causing a small string of water splashes.

"It seems that there is nothing like a transparent platform to stand on in the hot spring."

"Is there any other way?" Hattori asked.

"In fact, you can go to the main building through the corridor, but unfortunately, it is currently under renovation, so you have to take a detour."

"But if we go outside first and go in through the back door——"

"Then let's go there quickly!"

They followed the proprietress and walked out the back door. The wind from outside blew on them, bringing waves of coldness.

"That's the Li House!" the proprietress pointed forward.

Baijiu walked slowly and found that he had met them. He couldn't help but sigh that there was ink...

He drank the Coke in his hand, looked at the snow-white ground, and found only their footsteps.

That means no one passed by here.

The proprietress hurriedly pushed open the door and shouted inside: "Old man! Old man!!"

"Are you okay?!"

Baijiu reminded from behind: "Turn on the lights first. In this dark situation, it's useless to shout louder than others."

"Okay... okay." The proprietress kept pressing the button, making a "click-click" sound.

She subconsciously said, "That's strange. The light won't turn on. What's going on?"

"What happened to that door? The paper door cracked, with a long cut on it, as if it was split open by something."

Baijiu sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and he could smell the smell of blood in the air.

He pushed the door open and the scene before him made him frown.

The old man fell to the ground with a ferocious expression, and his blood dyed the entire green tatami red.

The sickle cut a long wound on his chest.

"Old...old man? Old man!!" The proprietress was horrified and fell to her knees, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Please don't enter the room." Baijiu shook his head and sighed, "Looking at this, it seems that he has been dead for a long time."

"But he hasn't shown any signs of rigor mortis yet, which means he was probably dead less than 30 minutes ago."

"But, I am a little confused."

Baijiu narrowed his eyes, confused: "How come this sickle... I remember that the Gunma County police are investigating it?"

Is it possible that there really are such things as kamaitachi in this world?

impossible!impossible!

Baijiu shook his head. After all, he was a staunch materialist, and gods, demons, and monsters did not exist at all in his mind.

Shancuncao spread his hands and explained: "Because when we investigated just now, we didn't detect any blood stains."

He pouted, looking at everyone with an expression that looked like he deserved a beating but was also nonchalant: "So I put the sickle back in the warehouse, and asked the forensic personnel to return to the office."

“............” Baijiu was suddenly speechless.

With Shancuncao's trick, the murderer can take out the sickle at any time and attack others.

"Huh?" Conan pointed at the scratched door.

"This should be caused by the sickle that stabbed the old man to death, right?"

"In that case," Conan said in a coquettish voice, "Why is there blood stain above the crack?"

Shancun Cao patiently replied: "Since this pierced a person, of course there would be blood."

Conan retorted: "But, the paper sliding door was stained with blood, which means that the murderer stabbed the old man once, then used the sickle to cut the paper sliding door, and then stabbed the old man's body."

"Now that you put it that way, it makes sense. It seems to be true."

Baijiu leaned against the wall: "It's just a show, so that it looks like it was done by Kamaitachi."

Hattori pulled the rope down, and the room suddenly became brighter: "You made the lights unlit, just for show?"

"The main switch of this room was turned off, and there were also suspicious traces at the entrance where the murderer broke in."

"Suspicious traces, you mean?"

"Over here." Hattori gestured with his hand, walked out of the house and came to the snow-covered outside: "The murderer must have invaded from here."

"And the glass windows here were also broken."

Shancuncao didn't understand and asked in confusion: "Where are the suspicious traces you mentioned?"

Baijiu sneered: "Don't you see that? These shoe prints from the veranda to the fence must have been left by me."

"But the snow next to it was dug out into a semicircle."

"That..." Yamamura Cao guessed, "That should be the murderer, using the blade of the sickle to erase his shoe prints."

"It's probably because we were going back and forth."

"I've thought about this as well." Baijiu raised his bangs: "The problem lies on the other side of the fence."

"The other...the other end? Could it be that..."

Baijiu slowly pushed the door open and pointed to the ground: "Look, the semicircle that was planed out only extends to here."

He put his hands in his pockets: "In other words, when the murderer committed the crime..."

Baijiu brewed his emotions and said meaningfully: "I ran here, from this hot spring, it was just like riding the wind."

"One! It must be a kamaweed!!!" Dalang shouted excitedly.

"The Kamaitachi really exists!!!"

"What nonsense are you talking about." Heiji straightened the brim of his hat. "This must be some kind of trick. The murderer is 100% a living human being."

"There is no doubt about this."

"After all, ghosts don't exist in this world!"