Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

"So you guys also came here because of Itachi?"

In the hotel corridor, Conan focused on being with Gao Cheng, the heavy-breathed Yamato dare to help and Zhufu Gaoming.

Why did you bring these two guys here...

"Almost," Gao Cheng gathered his thoughts, "I originally planned to visit the historical sites in Nagano Prefecture first, but Yamato was very interested when he heard about what happened here."

"It's okay after you play things," Zhufu Gaoming looked at Conan thoughtfully, "If I didn't come here, I'm afraid I would have missed the mystery about the sickle itachi."

"Gaomei!"

The male reporter in front was still talking about the female Tisheng with the boss.

"Don't think about this kind of thing? Even if the hotel's business is getting worse because of your husband's death, maybe you can find a way from other directions. There is no need to listen to your father-in-law..."

"That's true."

A female reporter with glasses and ponytail air bangs came out of the room and obviously heard the conversation just now.

"Which women's sports are only the old man who is self-righteous. If you are really short of money, I think it is better to sell something. You should have ancient things, such as pots, and the antique market is also good now."

"Huh?" The lady proprietress stunned, "Speaking of antiques, a famous knifemaker used to imitate a foreign lawn mower and made a scythe. It is still in the warehouse. My husband said it was worth ten million yuan, but The father-in-law said it was a worthless thing, so he kept it there..."

"Scythe?" Mouri Kogoro asked in a deep voice, "Could it be the scythe on the back of the scythe that was taken in the photo? Really, could it be the photo taken by your hotel? "

"How, how is it possible?" the proprietress suggested, "If you are interested, I'll take you to have a look, right next to the open-air hot spring."

"Then bother."

Mouri Kogoro was in high spirits, but Hattori suddenly lost a lot of interest.

"Sure enough, it's still related to the hotel, but I don't know what it is like running in the hot spring."

If it were the hotel acting on its own, it would not be surprising that the proprietress’s son cooperated with the lie. Hattori sighed secretly. When he met Gao Cheng, he thought it was coming.

After all, so many people gathered, even the two police officers of Nagano Prefecture were there...

"But then again," Hattori asked at the two Yamato dares who were with Kosung while following the boss, "Is the Nagano prefectural police station very idle?"

"It just happened to be fine today." Yamato dared to help.

The warehouse was built separately by the hot spring, and it looked a little scary because of the rumors about the sickle Itachi. The old pull-string hanging bulb was lit up, and Gao Chenggen watched the lady boss rummaging through the sickle behind the uncle.

There is dust everywhere in the warehouse, especially on the shelves, which seems to be not taken care of very often.

"I remember right here," the lady boss found in distress, "Why is there no more?"

"Let's help find it together."

"Really, this kind of place..."

The female reporter with glasses chewed gum and was about to help, but hit the chandelier on her forehead: "Can't the light bulb be hung higher?"

Gao Cheng glanced back.

It’s not surprising that this hotel has become so popular because of the rumors of Kama Itachi. In fact, many inns built in the mountains like this will attract popularity with legends.

But the proprietress would take the initiative to mention the scythe, it seemed that she didn't know it, and the only thing left was the old man or other things that wanted to help.

A male reporter who cares about the boss’s wife is likely to do this, after all, it is the same reporter who posted the photo.

In short, it seems that there are no cases, just ordinary things.

"Since my husband passed away, this warehouse has been seldom taken care of. I'm sorry..." The proprietress suppressed the sorrow of her heart. She was almost running a huge hotel by herself, and her father-in-law was extremely strict. The hard work is certain.

Even if the scythe is really worth a lot of money and solves the hotel’s deficit problem, I don’t know what to do in the future...

"When I first married, my family’s hotel merged with this place. For a while, the business was booming, but the situation got worse after my husband passed away. A thief came two days ago."

"Thief?" Gao Cheng helped remove the cardboard box and said, "Speaking of which, this warehouse seems to be unlocked."

"Well, because it is a dilapidated warehouse, and there are only some less important things stored here, I originally planned to change a new door and install a lock by the way, but the father-in-law said that I didn't want to waste money." The proprietress said helplessly.

"Could the thief stole the sickle?"

"It shouldn't be there, but a lot of Pueraria lobata powder is missing..."

"Is it this?" The bearded male reporter flipped out a long sickle, which looked a lot like death's soul-harvesting weapon. The barbed sickle was fixed on the top of the long wooden handle, and the light reflected sharp sharpness.

"That's it!" The lady boss said happily.

"It's really been a few years, but it's really a good knife," Uncle Maori looked at the sharp sickle blade in surprise, "It seems to be very valuable."

Ten million, why didn't the Maori family leave any antiques?

The sky darkened, and snow began to float. Although they were interested in the rumors of the sickle Itachi, the two of Yamato did not follow to see the sickle, but waited outside the warehouse.

Yamato Daesuke watched Gao Cheng enter the warehouse, and didn't even notice the snow falling on him.

"What's the matter?" Zhu Fu Gaoming smiled, "You don't really come here after nothing else, right?"

Yamato dared to glance at Gao Ming with one eye.

"It's just a little worried. I don't know why. Since Joto-kun arrived in Nagano Prefecture, I always feel that something is going to happen... You should have noticed it too? That's why Joto-kun brought this kind of place..."

"I'm really interested in Kama Itachi," Zhufu Gaoming turned his gaze to the entrance of the open-air hot spring, "Dare to help you if you really regard Jodo-kun as a plague god, right?"

Yamato dared to help with crutches and did not speak any more.

Not the plague god, but the case compass.

When Gao Cheng visited the Nagano Prefectural Police Station, he really felt a subtle change. The inexplicable sense of oppression always gave him the illusion that it was hard to breathe, and he couldn't help but think of the case nine years ago.

It's tomorrow. The death of a friend who was shot in the street nine years ago and was finally killed.

Why is this time?

Yamato dared to help the remaining eye, his gaze became more and more solemn.

He is not a superstitious person, but Gao Cheng came to Nagano at a coincidental time, and now he has encountered Kogoro Mouri, just like the previous case.

That Fenglinhuoshan case...

"Bang!" The light bulb in the warehouse burst suddenly, and the scene was plunged into darkness, followed by Hattori and Uncle Maori, who cried out in pain.

Neither of them was cut by something, one was the arm and the other was the back of the hand. Under the light of Conan's watch, the slender wound was dripping with blood.

"it hurts!"

"what happened?!"

"My face!" The female reporter wearing glasses cried out, clutching her face~www.NovelMTL.com~ When the Conan flashlight watch came over, she found that the female reporter had also cut a wound on her face, and the blood was bleeding. stop.

"Huh!" Snow flakes blew into the warehouse from the outside. In the darkness, it was like a dangerous scythe monster hiding in the darkness. Xiaolan and He Ye were hugging each other in fright, completely forgetting Karate and Aikido.

"Is there really a sickle ferret?!"

"How could it be a sickle ferret? Let's treat the wound first."

Gao Cheng's expression sank slightly, and he turned on the flashlight to check the surroundings, especially the broken light bulb.

The wounds of several people in Hattori were cut out by something like a small blade, and the prisoners were these people in the warehouse. There was nothing to hide from him. Even if the sudden darkness made him lose his vision, the sound was all in his ears.

This kind of trick is beyond the scope of soliciting business for the hotel, no matter whether there is a case or not, this guy can't escape.

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