"By the way, Hattori, why are you here? Are you also a Sherlock Holmes fan?" Xiaolan looked at Hattori and asked.

"No, I actually left Kudo Shinichi without saying goodbye because I won last time. But he doesn't seem to be here today, but this troublesome kid is here. And compared to Sherlock Holmes, I prefer Alari's Enchantment

(What the hell is that name? It almost made me cry. I don’t recognize it at all.)." As soon as Hattori finished saying this, seven or eight eyes with murderous intent hit him, "Well, haha, of course Holmes is better.

"Yeah." Seven or eight people showed smiling faces. Hattori secretly exclaimed, "It's great. These people are really fanatical... Wait, what are the evil eyes of these two brats? Conan is a die-hard Sherlock Holmes fan, so it's okay."

Forgive me. But Ye, little brat, why do you look like this? Your idol is the sloth, eating, sleeping, and eating are your pursuits.

At this time, Hiroyuki Kanaya in front continued: "Okay, let me tell you about the hotel situation. Breakfast at 9 o'clock, lunch at 1 o'clock, and dinner at 20 o'clock. Then dinner is the highlight of this trip.

A play, ultra-difficult reasoning questions and answers. Then those who answer all the questions correctly can get the first edition collection of "A Study in Red", the first publication of Sherlock Holmes and Conan Doyle's famous work."

Wow! All Sherlock Holmes fans exclaimed loudly, this book is so precious and valuable for collection.

Wow! Conan’s eyes are sparkling.

Wow! Ye shouted...Conan glanced at Ye, "You also like this book?" If this is his opponent, Ye cannot be underestimated.

"No, I see you all shouted. Wouldn't it be bad if you didn't shout?" Ye said matter-of-factly.

"Then you are screaming nonsense." Conan rolled his eyes and became nervous.

"Is this book really that precious? Do you want me to take it over secretly and make sure not to leave any traces?" Ye began to seduce Conan. When he got the book, he would exchange it with Conan for all his pocket money this month. He

The star's mother recently sent him a lot of money, which made him look red at night.

"No!" Conan resolutely refused Ye's temptation without hesitation, "I will rely on my own strength to get that book. This is also my tribute to Sherlock Holmes."

.....You can obviously eat soft rice, but you have to rely on strength... Ye shook his head helplessly, why didn't he give himself a chance to eat soft food? At this moment, Ye's mind flashed back to the last time

The garden in the hotel...forget it, I don't want such soft food.

Hiroyuki Kanaya was very satisfied with everyone's surprised and admirable expressions, and continued proudly: "But before that, I want to test how much everyone admires Sherlock Holmes. I think there should be no problem with this little thing."

Ah? Proof?

There are still requirements.

How to check.

"Now, the maid is giving you the 1,000 Sherlock Holmes quiz questions. The due time is before dinner tomorrow, and the score must be above 990 to be eligible to participate in the final reasoning question and answer." Hiroyuki Kanaya said.

"990 points!" a woman asked loudly. This score is too high.

Hiroyuki Kanaya ignored everyone and continued: "For the sake of fairness, everyone will hand over the reference books and mobile phones to the maid lady for safekeeping." After Hiroyuki Kanaya finished speaking, the maid lady began to hand over the books and mobile phones one by one. "Even if you don't hand them over,

It won't matter if you come out, because there are surveillance cameras and bugs installed by me everywhere in the hotel. If I find someone cheating, I'm sorry, I will ask him to get out of this hotel immediately."

In such a tense atmosphere, everyone finished dinner early and went back to their rooms, probably because they wanted to finish the thousand quizzes as soon as possible.

At 4 o'clock in the morning...Conan was lying on the small desk in the guest room, "These questions are so interesting, I can't stop doing them."

Xiaolan got up. She had already slept. She looked at Conan, who was still so energetic: "Conan, you're not sleeping yet. It's already four o'clock in the morning."

Ye was no longer so good-tempered. He took his own little pillow and threw it at it, "Conan, please turn off the light quickly. Such a strong light hurts my eyes and I can't sleep at all." Damn it, such a strong light makes me feel uncomfortable.

How to sleep? And after sleeping for a while, Conan's proud laughter seeped into his dream, and then he woke up with a fright.

Conan was not angry at all when he was hit by the pillow. He also felt that it was his fault. He smiled awkwardly at Ye and said, "Just a little while, and I will finish writing it soon."

...."You have said this seven times, do you think I will still believe you?" Ye, with black panda eyes, was very lethargic and his consciousness was blurred.

"Haha, really?" Conan touched his head and didn't know what to say.

"Really, there is no TV, no newspaper, and no beer..." Mouri Kogoro next to him also woke up, "The only thing we have is this surveillance video camera in front of us. This trip is really terrible."

"Yeah." Ye suddenly sat up and nodded subconsciously, "Uncle is right." Then he fell on the bed again... Mouri Kogoro looked at Ye and wondered if this kid was asleep.

It was 5 o'clock, Conan finally turned off the lights, but the night began to get confusing.

Gulu! Ye covered her stomach. It had been 9 hours since dinner, and her stomach began to growl. Should I go out to find food or continue to close my eyes and sleep? This was a question. Ye lay in bed and struggled for a long time.

It’s really hard to choose between eating and sleeping. By the way, if you have a dream about eating a big meal, everything will be solved. Okay, have a dream about eating a big meal, have a dream about eating a big meal. At night,

My own firm thoughts try to control my dreams.

Imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel. At night in the dream, I felt like I had turned into a mouse. The host's house was completely bare. I had been hungry for seven or eight days, and my life as a mouse would soon be gone.

Just when he went out to look for food again, he was unfortunately caught by the owner.

"I'm so lucky today. I caught a mouse. It seems that God is taking pity on me. Extra food today!" The owner of the house held the little mouse by its tail and walked towards a large pot, in which boiling water was gushing.

No, shouldn't you be out looking for something to eat? Why do you want to be eaten? Help, help. The mouse in the form of night squeaked.

The owner looked at the rat with a lively tail in his hand. The rat actually wanted to bite his hand with an upside-down sit-up. This rat was too young. He didn't eat so many rats in vain. He just leaned on it.

This craft has survived... "It's still so energetic. It seems that with regular exercise, the meat must be very strong."
Chapter completed!