Conan and I start the hell-level main line

In the cold winter of the 19th century, a hotel called Tourist in London, England, was lit up in the dark night and snow.

He is like a beacon at night, standing out in the small town where technology is not yet developed. His light is the only one in the entire city. For travelers enduring the wind and snow, it is the light of hope.

The light brings warmth, but the people in this small town don't like this hotel and even avoid it deliberately. From their discussions of the hotel, we learn that they prefer to call it.

Missing fog.

In the Tourist Hotel, the door was pushed open and a surging cold wind rushed in. Huge waves of wind and rain stirred the hall, and the cold consumed the original temperature of the hotel.

After seeing this, the front desk staff ran to the door skillfully and closed it again.

"How could anyone come here so late? It's so windy outside, we still need to lock the door." The front desk staff said calmly.

After the wind and waves stopped, several tourists in the lobby looked at the people who came to the hotel.

Two men came forward, both wearing cloaks. To protect themselves from the wind and snow, they wore short clothes. If they had not come through the cold wind in the middle of the night, one would have thought they were children. However, they came side by side, and their cloaks fluttering in the breeze made them look quite handsome and imposing, as if they were from extraordinary backgrounds.

"Hello, I'm Amuro Schrager, the manager of the front desk. Are you two staying at our Tourist Inn? Welcome. Do you need any service from me?" Amuro said, greeting them slightly.

"Well, just give us a room." One of them said lightly, and then looked around. On the left side of the counter, through the wooden window, there seemed to be the hotel's restaurant, and there were three people inside.

He exchanged a glance with his companion, then walked toward the dining room, saying, "Just some bread and two glasses of hot beer."

"I understand." Amuro nodded and walked towards the kitchen.

I entered the restaurant and sat down in an inconspicuous corner. I just sat there quietly without any other movements. This behavior was very strange.

Among the other three people present, there was a ruffian-looking man who looked a little uncomfortable. Perhaps because he had just arrived and wanted to test the situation, he walked forward.

The man looked at the two with contempt and smiled coldly, "Hey, you two small guys actually dare to come to the hotel in the heavy snow, you are quite brave."

The person who spoke earlier tilted his head slightly to look at him, but didn't reply.

"Hey, kid, you're so cool. You dare to act so cool in front of me. You're awesome."

He still didn't reply, but an unfathomable and cold look appeared in the hood of his cloak.

This look made him take a step back in shock, and the man immediately became furious. It was an insult to be looked down upon by these two little brats.

"Humph, you dare to be so disrespectful to the boss of Hog Town? Listen, I'm Natsume Kosminski, have you heard of my name?"

His other companion said with disdain: "Tsk, I thought he was some big shot, but he's just a thug. I've never heard of him."

He raised his hand to stop him, saying that one should not be rash in what he said or did and should not offend others. However, Natsume was offended and said with a ferocious face as if he was looking at a fool.

"Hehe, do you know what the hotel you are in is called? You are such an ignorant fool..."

"I know. Missing fog."

Natsume was a little surprised, "What...you, you dare to come here even though you knew about this."

Another companion smiled strangely, "Humph, of course, the two of us are here for this."

"What?!" Although it was just a casual chat, these words sounded particularly harsh in the relatively quiet hotel surrounded by wind and snow. The other two looked at them with confusion and shock.

One of the men, who was wearing an exquisite suit, came forward and said, "Hello, my name is Thomas Liang, and I'm a businessman in this town. I don't think you two are locals. If you know this hotel, why did you come here? Change to another hotel as soon as possible before you settle down."

"Thank you for your kindness, but no, we'll stay here tonight."

Liang was a little entangled, sighed, and persuaded again: "Then let me say it again, someone died in this hotel not long ago, it's not very clean, let's move to another one."

"Thank you. Actually, that's why we came here too."

"What?!" The three of them were stunned. For the case.

The last one couldn't sit still anymore, so he stepped forward and asked anxiously, his expression even more alert, "My name is Robert Kogoro, I'm the policeman in this town, and I'm also the person in charge of investigating the murder case in the hotel. Please answer me, why are you here for this?"

The two people wearing cloaks checked with each other and took off their hoods together, "Let's introduce ourselves too."

"My name is Edogawa Doyle." A man wearing glasses, with an extraordinary appearance, speaking without revealing any emotion, and in a cold and indifferent manner.

"My name is Sherlock Mitsuhiko." He has some pockmarks on his face and a somewhat childish expression, but he is also learning to remain calm in the face of emergencies.

Edogawa and Mitsuhiko: "We are detective travelers."

Kogoro (⊙△⊙;): "Detective... Traveler? You? No, two little brats???"

Seeing the disbelief written all over his face, Guangyan said unconvincedly, "Don't underestimate us. We are from the Baker Street Guerrillas and have worked with Sherlock Holmes on a case before."

Kogoro covered his mouth with his hands and smiled, trying hard not to drool.

Edogawa rolled his eyes at him. "That's right. Mr. Holmes has praised us many times for our talents and that we are good candidates for detectives. Today, we, the Detective Traveler, have come all the way from London to investigate at the request of Mr. Holmes."

Kogoro couldn't hold back his laughter any longer, "You? Sherlock Holmes...wahahahaha, I'm dying of laughter."

Mitsuhiko's forehead was covered with sweat. "Don't disbelieve it..."

"Hahahaha~ little one... detective, haha..." Kogoro laughed more and more ridiculously, and accidentally fell down, breaking a table beside him.

Crack! ! —

Secretary Takada opened the space-time gate and walked in with the script in his hand. Although he had made preparations long ago, he didn't expect to call "cut" so soon.

Secretary Takada looked at the miserable situation in front of him. Poor table, it had to suffer an unexpected disaster at the very beginning of the plot.

"Mr. Maori, please, the filming has already started. You are a famous detective, shouldn't you keep your emotions to yourself? Please control your emotions and get into the role. You are a serious police officer now, you can't laugh!"

Maori Kogoro smiled awkwardly, and then he saw the camera was pointed at his face, and he got the first blood in a shameful way.

Xiaolan is too embarrassed to watch, does her father not know how to act?

Natsume Xing knocked on the door speechlessly, "Mr. Maori, I told you not to look down on the Junior Detective Team, they are not little devils."

"Ah, anyway, I am the one who makes the jokes."

"Okay, someone please change the table, don't waste time, detectives please continue, and don't let any more problems occur."

Action! !——

Although Kogoro, Natsume and Liang were very surprised by this incident, after all, they had heard of the name of Sherlock Holmes, but they also knew the situation of this hotel well.

The two children insisted on doing so, so let them do it.

The cold wind was still blowing outside the window, and no one knew when the snow would stop. Edogawa's eyes were solemn. He had asked around during the day and found out that the locals were very resistant to this hotel.

Because it is said that many people have disappeared here and have not been found yet, it is called the Missing fog.

But what is the truth behind this so-called missing fog? You still have to come here in person to find out.