Conan and I start the hell-level main line

Edogawa came to the lounge and sorted out the currently known clues.

In the case of the mayor a month ago, the lounge was a secret room and the only one who could open the door was Amuro. Amuro was undoubtedly the biggest suspect, but this alone did not prove anything. There were too few clues and the mystery was too deep.

The store manager's case was even more strange. The place where the store manager hanged himself was on the right side of the hotel. I only noticed it in the restaurant on the left because of the mirage. Now the problem is, it had just snowed, and if the body was outside from the beginning, there should have been traces of snow on the body, but there were none. In other words, that was not the first crime scene!

But the problem is, if the murderer secretly hung the body outside after the snow stopped, why were there no footprints on the snow? This doesn't make sense.

There is a conflict in the logic at the scene. Why is this happening?

Edogawa began to break time, and used his immortal skills to start a magical prophecy about the possibility that a young detective named Conan would take the bodies away after many years when he experienced the incident of a bandaged man in a villa.

Obviously, the logic of the prophecy still failed, there is no connection, it cannot be done, at least the store manager's head is not cut off.

Edogawa walked into the lounge, and the first thing that caught his eye was the fireplace, and then the window next to it. Edogawa glanced at the door to see if there was any suspicious method to create a secret room.

These days, remote towns can only be opened with specially customized keys, and many tricks are ineffective. Often, the simpler the key, the harder it is to deal with.

But now, Edogawa found it difficult to think anymore. Nothing worked. Nothing was useful. The clues were too broken. Damn it!

Edogawa shook his head and sighed: After all, I am not Sherlock Holmes, and I cannot see the big picture from the details.

(Sherlock Holmes: Unusual phenomena always provide clues, but cases without any characteristics are difficult to solve.)

Wait, unusual?

(Holmes: It is a mistake to confuse the strange with the mysterious, but the most common crimes are often the most mysterious, because there is nothing strange about them to base any inference on.)

Edogawa re-examined all the clues in his mind. Since he arrived at the hotel two hours ago, until now, he seemed to be affected by "strangeness and mystery". Yes, it was fog!

The disappearances were due to the fog, the appearance of the bodies was also due to the fog, and the stereotypes in everyone’s mind were also due to the fog?

Logically speaking, given the city's geographical structure, fog in winter is a normal phenomenon, but why is it demonized?

Edogawa sorted out his analysis and confirmed an idea. The fog in his mind that made him confused and distressed seemed to dissipate a little, and some things seemed to become clear and bright.

Edogawa looked at the fireplace. Although there was no fuel in the cold fireplace, in Edogawa's eyes it seemed as if there was a flame burning, guiding him as a detective.

The fire in the fireplace is so warm...fireplace...fireplace?

Swish—it seemed as if an electric current passed through Edogawa's mind, and a flash of inspiration passed through his brain.

The simpler things often appear strange under the influence of mystery, but what if we look beyond the phenomenon to the essence?

Thinking of this, Edogawa ran quickly and came to the manager's room. He had discovered a fireplace inside before. It seemed nothing at first, but now it aroused his suspicion.

Jianghu squatted down, walked into the fireplace, raised his head, and saw a dark place above his head, like a dark passage leading to the abyss, not much different from the mysterious fog.

At this time, in the restaurant, Edogawa had been out for some time and had not returned. Mitsuhiko was very anxious. After all, it was foggy outside. If Edogawa also disappeared, then they, the travelers, would be doomed.

"Edogawa, where have you been? Come back soon. The situation is special now, don't stay away!"

"Got it!" Edogawa responded loudly. He understood that Mitsuhiko was also worried about him.

Now Edogawa changed his mind, re-analyzed the current clues, and walked towards the restaurant. Mitsuhiko was relieved to see Edogawa coming back.

"You are finally back. What should we do if you are also trapped in the fog?"

Jiang Dogan smiled sheepishly, "Don't worry, I didn't go upstairs, nothing will happen."

Amuro: "Just don't go upstairs. The fog is so thick now. Only those who dare to go upstairs are truly fearless warriors."

?! Edogawa was stunned, because he found that when Amuro said this, except for the foreigner Itelin, everyone else shrank back in fear.

Only then did Edogawa realize when this strange and mysterious rumor began to appear.

Edogawa's doubts grew even stronger. It seemed that he had to take the initiative. Being passive all the time was not his style.

Edogawa: "Mr. Itlin, is this your first time in England?"

Itlin didn't know why Edogawa suddenly asked him, and said impatiently, "Yes, I just arrived tonight and checked into the hotel. But this annoying Amuro kept telling me not to live upstairs."

Edogawa chuckled, "I see. By the way, since this is Mr. Itlin's first time visiting our Hog Town, he must know our mayor. I heard that under the mercantilist policy of Britain, there are great benefits for foreign travelers."

"There is no preferential treatment at all. Didn't the mayor die in this hotel a long time ago?" Yitelin just finished speaking and widened his eyes, realizing that he had said the wrong thing.

Even though Mitsuhiko's IQ was half of Edogawa's, he immediately realized that something was wrong with what he said. "Wait, we never said the mayor was dead, and died in a hotel. How did you know that?"

Yitelin's face darkened, and he tried to refute: "Ah... I... I heard it from the people in the town, haha."

"No, you just said that you arrived tonight, which means you arrived one or two hours earlier than us. From what we know, people in Hog ​​have a very bad impression of the hotel. If you ask them specifically, they will hardly say this."

"Since this is your first time here, you probably haven't had the chance to learn why this hotel is called Missing fog. In other words, you shouldn't know anything about the mayor."

"Unless you already knew the mayor, which is even more problematic. How did a Spaniard like you know the mayor of a small town across the English Channel? Please explain."

Hearing Edogawa's repeated questioning, Itelin became nervous but could not say a word. His thoughts were seen through by him.

Jiang Dogan's eyes were solemn, and he said, "It is rumored that the mayor is suspected of collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country. I want to ask, is it you who he is collaborating with?"

Yitelin clenched his teeth and broke out in a cold sweat. From his expression, it was clear that what Edogawa said was right.

Yitlin was the mayor's contact person for the enemy over the years. When he found out in Spain that the mayor's contact was broken, he hurried to Hog Town to gather intelligence.

As a result, I ran into such an incident.