Pretending to Be a Good Person in the World of Conan

Hongye understood immediately, she wiped her mouth with a tissue, and read what Baishi wanted to say: "We have heard some similar rumors, two, five... three...how many years?"

"..." Baishi originally wanted to express that it was within these few time points, but he didn't seem to express clearly. He waved his hand and gestured again.

This time, before Hongye could speak, Conan actually translated it first. The more he spoke, the more dignified his expression became:

"A few years ago, a young monk in this monastery committed suicide. His body was hung on the top beam of the confinement room. People thought he was missing at first, and only a few days later..."

"enough!"

Abbot Tianyong got up suddenly, and the three-party table in front of him was brought down by him, and the rice and vegetables were scattered all over the floor. He said in a deep voice:

"One of our temple regulations is that we are not allowed to talk about this matter in the temple, have you all forgotten!"

Seeing that Baishi stopped his hands, Tianyong snorted angrily, turned around and left with a wave of his sleeves: "The meal time is over, everyone go back to the room to sleep immediately, go now! Otherwise, leave my temple!"

Watching his leaving back, Shiraishi got the desired conclusion.

There is only one truth - the future dead is you!

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Chapter 125 Standing Anesthetics

It was rare for the young monks to see the master so angry. They quickly cleaned up the floor and slipped away with the tableware.

Shiraishi was also about to leave, but just as he stood up, Conan suddenly asked: "And then? How was that case handled afterwards? Why did you know about it?"

Shiraishi didn't answer, and if he said a few more words, Conan might have guessed it directly.

At this time, it is very convenient to set up a person who does not speak. Baishi walked away with the table in his hand. Conan wanted to chase him, but was held down by Mao Lilan.

Mori Kogoro's face has been tempered for a long time, and his appetite was not affected by the Shura field just now.

After Shiraishi and Hongye went out, he took a chopstick to go with the food, chewed and guessed: "They must be reporters. When they first came in, didn't the old host treat us as reporters?"

Conan felt wrong: "But how can you be a reporter if you can't speak? Do you want to sign language to the camera when reporting?"

"He's a reporter for the Deaf Channel."

Whether Conan believes it or not, Mori Kogoro himself believed it anyway. He waved his chopsticks and gestured:

"Isn't there that? When the news is broadcast, sometimes a small scene will be cut out, and someone is gesturing in sync... eh? Speaking of which, why can you understand sign language?"

"!" Conan silently swallowed back the words that refuted his guess, and laughed awkwardly, "...Brother Baishi downstairs taught me. He said that children are talented in languages, and it is a good time to learn multiple languages!"

Mori Kogoro turned over the eyes of the dead fish and continued to pick up vegetables:

"What nonsense, if you want to teach, you should also teach English. What's the use of learning sign language. Also, you don't run downstairs in the future-I always feel that since he moved here, I have received fewer and fewer commissions. This person Unlucky."

Conan nodded to fool him, and didn't dare to ask any more questions for the time being, so he could only return to the lounge with a stomach full of questions.

This monastery is very simple, and the place used to receive guests is of course not very luxurious.

The reception room is a big room, Kuan Nian found a cloth for each of them, spread it in the room and sleep.

The sound of water and wind in the mountains was surprisingly hypnotic. After an hour and a half, Mao Lilan, who thought she would suffer from insomnia, fell asleep quickly, and Mo Li Kogoro fell asleep immediately after touching the pillow.

But Conan was still thinking about Wutengu and the suspicious person xN he met today, so he couldn't fall asleep.

He turned over again, looked up at the ceiling, and suddenly felt the shadow above shake slightly.

Conan half sat up vigilantly, and found a small shadow silently passing by the door, which looked like a cat in shape.

...There shouldn't be many wild cats in the mountains, are they raised in the monastery to catch mice?

Conan sat up bored, he couldn't fall asleep anyway, he actually wanted to go out for a walk with the cat.

But inadvertently turned his head, and by the burning candles in the corridor, Conan suddenly found that on the other side of the room, only Hongye was sleeping there with his back to them, and the other cloth ball was already empty.

...Where was that young man, when did he leave?There was no movement at all!

Although people may just go to the bathroom, but Conan's curiosity is so inflated that any abnormality can attract his attention.

He stood up suspiciously, walked lightly to the corridor, and walked out following his intuition.

After the door of the room was closed, Hongye half-opened her eyes, turned over and glanced at the door, opened the private chat and sent a few words to Shiraishi.

……

"Loyalty? You said that unlucky ghost who was hanged, hahaha, I killed him."

Abbot Tianyong was drunk in his room, leaning on the back of the chair with a cheerful expression:

"He actually wanted to elope with my lovely granddaughter. Fortunately, I made a decisive decision and conceived such an ingenious plan. Now Xiaoqing can successfully marry the big temple. Our temple has also become popular because of the rumor of Wu Tiangou."

After recalling his feat, Tianyong looked at the short monk opposite, managed to find a sliver of reason from his chaotic thoughts, and ordered:

"You came late, and I haven't seen him before, so I dare to tell you this, but don't tell you those senior brothers, they have a good relationship with Zhong Nian, and..."

"Master."

Xiu Nian put down the wine bottle in her hand, this young monk who was always honest and obedient raised his head with angry eyes: "Please surrender yourself."

……

The presence of the waterfall on the edge of the cliff is too strong, the wind is also loud, and the corridor is not quiet.

Conan walked for a while before he heard a faint voice, which seemed to be the voice of the old abbot.