How can I live beside Conan who vomits blood from time to time?

Policemen! ! !

Kazama Crane kept looking forward to being discovered by others.

But just when Hope reached the peak, several heavy footsteps hurriedly approached, and then shouted.

"Another body was found!"

"Go and inform Police Officer Megure!"

"There is one more dead!"

Kazama Crane really felt that he was going to die at that time, not because of illness, but because of anger.

He tried his best to calm his emotions and told himself: The police in Conan World, it's normal to be a little stupid, and Conan will definitely find something wrong when he comes...

Then he heard Xiaolan's shouts and cries, and the light footsteps he was looking forward to the most stopped at the door.

Thank you very much! ! !

Go inside quickly! !

Take a look at me! !

I'm not dead yet! ! !

I think I can still save it...

woo woo woo...

The dead was myself...

In fact, Conan can't be blamed, Kazama Crane is always sick, yesterday he seemed to be really very sick.

There was a commotion outside this morning, but he didn't wake up after such a big commotion, and he really looked like he had hung up.

The point is, because the lungs were originally sick this time, Kazama Crane had difficulty breathing.

The faint ups and downs of the chest were more difficult to detect under the cover of the thick quilt, and Conan was misled by the police and preconceived that Kazama Crane was dead...

It's normal not to notice this little ups and downs under the shock of the mind.

Hmm...so a world where only the police officer was hacked and only Kazama Tsuru was injured was achieved.

Kazama Crane is really miserable.

But after all, everyone still has a brain.

After being shocked, Conan ran in, intending to carefully examine the cause of Kazama Crane's death.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Conan!"

Uncle Mao Li and Xiao Lan, who were still in shock, suddenly noticed a small figure sprinting past, and suddenly recovered their senses and planned to stop it.

But how can Conan go to the "scene of the crime" at a speed that ordinary people can't match.

Before anyone could react, he quickly scanned Kazama Crane's whole body, and was shocked to find——

"Wait, Kazama, Kazama is not dead yet!"

Conan was so shocked that he even forgot his disguise, and called out a mature name when he opened his mouth.

But no one cares about that now.

Xiaolan's heart was shocked when she heard the words, and the movement to stop Conan from moving the "corpse" turned into reaching out to breathe.

When she felt that weak but firm breath on her fingers, Xiaolan almost cried again.

Uncle Mao Li also stepped forward to observe the situation of the Kazama Crane carefully, and heaved a long sigh of relief after seeing the slight ups and downs of his chest.

"I didn't die, it's fine if I didn't die, I knew that Kid Kazama didn't die so easily."

Police officer Mu Mu, who came late at the door, saw this scene, and the three announced that the dead had come back to life.

Police officer Mumu didn't know what was going on, but his trust in Uncle Mao Li and others, as well as his understanding of his subordinates, told him that this was another oolong incident.

He gave the bewildered officer a hard look.

Chapter 17 The Murderer Is Myself?

Police officer Mu Mu stared at him completely, seeing that the officer hadn't moved yet, just lowered his head in repentance stupidly, which turned into a roar.

"Go and call an emergency! What are you doing standing here!!"

The police officer was startled by the roar at close range, and bowed ninety degrees, "Hay!"

He hurried out in a panic.

Police officer Mu Mu was very tired, but it was obviously not that simple to enhance the ability of his subordinates, and he could only let it go.

However, if Kazama Crane really died because of the delay in first aid...

Police officer Mu Mu was shocked, and quickly entered the room, and quickly put on a smiling face.

"Brother Maori, uh, how is he doing?"

Uncle Mori looked at Kazama Crane solemnly, and was about to speak, but Conan took the words away.

"He vomited a lot of blood, and now his breathing is weak, and his face is pale instead of congested and red. There should be blood stasis blocking his breathing. He must be asked to spit out the blood stasis immediately."

The adults around listened to Conan, the fake kid's analysis, and were taken aback for a while.

"Well, what should we do now?"

Xiaolan wondered why Conan knew so much, but now is not the time to worry about it, probably because he saw it from a TV program.

Conan was about to speak when Uncle Maori with a dignified face took the conversation.

"Get him up first."

So Uncle Mao Li and Police Officer Mu Mu cooperated to help Kazama Crane up, and Xiaolan stepped forward and patted him on the back.

Now it is not so urgent, so Conan, the jealous king of East Asia, looked at this scene and became jealous again.

If I were still an adult, how could I let Xiaolan...

hateful!I will definitely destroy that organization! !

On this side, Conan could only watch Xiaolan and Kazama Crane make contact secretly, while on the other hand, the first aid to Kazama Crane finally had an effect.

Kazama Crane's face turned red suddenly, and then spit out a mouthful of blood with a wow.

After the mouthful of blood was spit out, Kazama Crane felt his chest loosen instantly, and his breathing became smoother instantly, and the feeling like a ghost pressing the bed disappeared.

"It's useful, it's useful! Brother Kazama's breathing is much smoother!"

"I just saw Brother Kazama's fingers move!"

"Ahahaha, let me just say, my name is detective Mori Kogoro, and I will definitely be able to do it~ hahaha."

Everyone cheered up and smiled relaxedly, while Police Officer Mu Mu secretly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

luckily nothing...

Now that Kazama Crane was fine, everyone reconsidered the issue of another real corpse.

Everyone walked towards the Zen room again.

It is also interesting to say that the same road, the same four people, but the mentality of going back and forth is completely different.

"The method of the deceased's death is exactly the same as the same case that happened here two years ago. They were all hung high on the roof of the meditation room. There was a big hole in the wall, and..."

Police Officer Mu Mu had dealt with too many cases. After two years, he almost forgot, not to mention that it was still a "suicide case" with no special features.

So until now, he only vaguely remembered something.

"And all of this is exactly the same as the legend of Wutiangou!"

Conan stared at the ground and thought carefully.

"According to the condition of the corpse spots and the stiffness of the corpse, the time of death of the deceased should be between ten o'clock in the evening and twelve o'clock in the evening, and..."

While talking, Conan raised his head, and accidentally saw the strange eyes of people around him looking at him.

"Ah, ah, haha, and, and hanging so high, it must be very difficult! Ahaha~"

duang! ! !

Uncle Maori punched him from the sky, and Conan had a bulging bump on his head.

"You little brat, don't talk nonsense if you don't know!"

Conan covered his head and looked at Uncle Maori with resentment.

"The analysis of the time of death is correct, but it is absolutely impossible that Wu Tiangou or some other messed up gods and ghosts did it, and it is absolutely impossible to commit suicide, it is absolutely man-made!"

Uncle Maori's sudden demeanor of a famous detective shocked everyone around him.

Xiaolan's fear of Wutiangu disappeared in an instant, "So, Dad, who killed the host?"

"I see..." Uncle Mao Li pretended to ponder.

"Chairman Tianyong must have committed suicide!"

Conan slapped his forehead.

Sure enough, expecting this uncle who can only drink is better than expecting the real murderer to suddenly surrender!

"suicide?"

Officer Mumu was taken aback for a moment, he was overwhelmed by the appearance of Uncle Maori just now, and really believed in the analysis of suicide.

The case two years ago was indeed closed as a suicide, but... these subordinates of mine, he knew it in his heart.

With so many suicide cases closed, how many of them are actually suicides...

"Didn't there be a monk who died in the same way two years ago? As the host, he must know the reason why the monk committed suicide! So he has been regretting for not being able to prevent the monk from committing suicide for two years. Until yesterday, we chatted in a fog He found out about the Tengu, and when he thought about it again, he felt very depressed, so he committed suicide!"

"Yes, is that so..."

Police officer Mu Mu was thinking blankly, feeling that it seemed to make sense, but there seemed to be something wrong.

"Uncle, how is this possible? It has been two years. If the host really regretted it, he would have committed suicide immediately. How could he suddenly commit suicide two years later when there are guests staying?"

Conan couldn't listen anymore, Ban Yueyan retorted.