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Chapter 124 The dead decides it's you

Although he received a beating, safety was finally guaranteed, and Conan's curiosity was revived again.

He remembered that Shiraishi and Hongye had been looking at the roof just now, so he also slipped in and took a look, and was shocked by its exaggerated height: "Why is it built so high?"

"Because this is a solitary room." The short Xiunian walked over from the other side of the corridor with his hands behind his back. Dinner was ready, and he came to call some guests to eat.

However, the guests had many questions.

Mouri Kogoro walked into the house with Kuan Nian's strange expression. He knocked on the thick wall first, and then quickly noticed the repair marks on the wall: "Is this a hole dug by a monk when he escaped? This hand strength, tsk

…”

"The donor really loves to joke, how can he break it open with his bare hands?" Xiunian shook his head.

Seeing that several people were very curious, he explained: "It was broken by a foggy dog. That was before I entered the temple, on a night of heavy rain..."

"Xiu Nian!" Kuan Nian heard that something was wrong and immediately rushed in to interrupt. He looked angry and frightened, "Don't say such things to the guests, come out! Let's go eat."

Baishi glanced at Kuan Nian.

It's too suspicious and he has been excluded from the list of murderers.

However, he can be added to the suspect list of victims.



None of the protagonists knew why Kuan Nian reacted violently, but it was definitely wrong to wander around in the temple. They left the room in embarrassment and headed to the dining area.

Although the accommodation fee is relatively expensive, the food here is pretty good, with fresh wild vegetables and a rather ancient tripartite table.

You won't feel hungry in the mask state, and you can't eat without taking off your mask.

Shiraishi wanted to serve the food and sneak back to the room to try something new, but he had to identify the murderer before everyone left. Otherwise, the unlucky man who died would probably not survive tonight, and the honest person who did it would also be charged with murder, causing the mission to fail.

So he also went to the restaurant and watched the monks chatting at close range.

Several monks have fixed seats, and several other small tables are prepared for guests. Momiji was originally sitting on the edge, and Shiraishi was about to sit next to her. Mouri Kogoro teleported over and sat down. Nothing happened.

Strike up a conversation casually: "The weather is really nice tonight."

"..." Bai Shi looked at the crackling raindrops outside the window, listened to the howling wind, and sat speechlessly on the seat next to him.

Conan instinctively chose the seat farthest from the red leaves. Mao Lilan glared at her father with a murderous gaze and sat down heavily on the only remaining seat.

After picking up a few mouthfuls of rice with chopsticks, Mao Lilan suddenly felt something was wrong.

She turned to look at Shiraishi, only to see that this young man who rarely spoke had not taken off his mask, but was poking at the lotus root holes in the bowl with his chopsticks out of boredom. She asked curiously: "Aren't you going to eat?"

Most of the detective's partners are outgoing, which may be more convenient for triggering the plot.

Shiraishi glanced at her and shook his head. Hongye also noticed the situation here and helped explain:

"Don't worry about him, he..." The new employee is not Shiraishi after all, and his lies are not that neat. Time is tight. Hongye glanced at the bowl in front of Shiraishi and subconsciously said the most eye-catching thing: "He is allergic to rice.

.”

"!?" Mouri Kogoro was shocked. Although he had indeed heard of such a person, this was the first time he saw one alive. He turned to look at Shiraishi, "Then what do you usually eat?"

The thin monk Mu Nian opposite also raised his head and stood up in annoyance: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I have to cook noodles for you again."

Hongye knew very well why Shiraishi didn't eat and lied about it. From the beginning, it became smoother. She blurted out: "No, I'm also allergic to wheat."

"..." The whole table looked at Bai Shi like a god. The old abbot's eyebrows twitched twice and asked him with a little remaining service attitude, "What can you eat?"

"Millet."

It was Hongye who answered again. She casually made up a food item that was not commonly available in the island country, and then cut off the topic amid the embarrassed expressions on the monks' faces:

"Don't worry, we've already eaten in the car. We came here just because we didn't want to sleep in the car."

The monks breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is this really true?" Conan stopped picking up the food suspiciously.

His eyes paused for a moment on Hongye, who made him feel dangerous, and then looked at Shiraishi. If it weren't for Mouri Kogoro between the two of them, Hongye's hands would have been exposed on the table, and he was not holding a gun.

, Conan almost suspected that Shiraishi had been kidnapped: "Uncle, why haven't you spoken?"

Shiraishi glanced at Hongye and continued to wait for the temporary spokesperson to explain. Mouri Kogoro was well-informed and made a guess.

He held up his chopsticks and asked Conan at a distance: "Don't inquire about other people's privacy! Eat well!"

After lowering his head and taking two bites, he turned his head and held up a piece of lotus root and said to Hongye: "Beautiful lady, look at this tender lotus root, does it look like your delicate hands..."

"Dad! Don't disturb others!"

Mao Lilan was very angry, but at the same time, she was also a little lucky.

With such an earthy way of picking up a conversation, no one except his mother will pay attention to him...



Halfway through the meal, Conan finally turned his attention away from Shiraishi and other suspicious people and remembered another thing he cared about.

He asked several monks who were chatting opposite: "By the way, I have always wanted to ask - what is a foggy dog?"

"!" Kuan Nian's eyebrows, which had a strong presence, suddenly knitted together. Not only him, but other monks also had unusual reactions.

"Fog Sky Dog" has indeed brought a bit of popularity to this small ruined temple.

Regarding this unique signboard, Abbot Tianyong was not as secretive as his disciples:

"This is just an unfounded legend - this kind of tengu will sneak into the village like fog on rainy nights, break through the walls of people's houses, kidnap the good people, and then fly to high places with their bodies and hang them up.

For food. Those who were kidnapped were young girls with tender skin and tender flesh..."

Seeing Mao Lilan's face gradually turn green, Abbot Tianyong felt a sense of accomplishment in telling a story.

He suddenly pointed at Mao Lilan: "Yes, just like you!"

Shiraishi only felt a gust of wind blowing by the side of his face, and with a whine, Mao Lilan hid behind him - on the other side was Conan, who was too small to stop her.

Abbot Tianyong was amused by the little girl's reaction and waved his hand cheerfully: "Of course, this is just a legend, please don't take it to heart."

"But the legend could also be true."

The irritable monk Mu Nian suddenly became frightened. He whispered, "Two years ago, a similar mystery happened. Our temple..."

"Mu Nian!" Kuan Nian's broad eyebrows frowned tightly again. Mu Nian glanced at this senior brother and stopped talking.

"Let's talk about it, maybe we can help..."

Mao Lilan didn't know when she had moved to Maori Kogoro's side, tightly holding Maori Kogoro's arm, never forgetting to promote her father:

"My dad is a professional detective. He will definitely be able to help you solve the mystery." If she can't solve it, she might not be able to close her eyes tonight. This legend is too scary...

"Detective?" Mu Nian, who had already shut up, felt a little moved again.

But this time, the old monk stopped him: "Don't talk about those disgusting topics while eating. If you don't talk during eating or sleeping, I think you haven't reached the spiritual level yet."

Mu Nian and the other companions who were moved calmly lowered their heads. But they quickly glanced at Mouri Kogoro secretly, and they didn't know whether they were wary of him or prepared to tell him a story in private later.

Baishi looked at the abbot and then at Kuan Nian. He felt that the two of them were on par, and they both looked like the deceased in the future.

However, in comparison, the abbot is more suspicious.

——He was having fun scaring people one minute, but when he heard that Mouri Kogoro was a detective, he started to talk seriously about "eating without speaking", which was a bit inconsistent.

But just to this extent, it’s not safe enough…

Shiraishi looked at Hongye, raised his hand to attract her attention, and made a few gestures when she looked over.

Once you are familiar with sign language, even if you don't have X carats, you will feel a sense of pleasure like sealing. Therefore, when Shiraishi learned it, he deliberately pursued hand speed. Even though he rarely uses this skill, his movements are not unfamiliar now.

Hongye immediately understood. She picked up a tissue and wiped her mouth, reading what Shiraishi wanted to say: "We have heard some similar rumors, two, five...three...how many years ago?"

"..." Shiraishi originally wanted to express these points in time, but he didn't seem to express himself clearly. He waved his hand and made gestures again.

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

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

"enough!"

Abbot Tianyong suddenly stood up. The three-square table in front of him was brought down by him, and the rice and vegetables were scattered on the floor. He said in a deep voice:

"One of our temple rules is that we are not allowed to talk about this matter in the temple. Have you all forgotten?"

Seeing Shiraishi stop his hand, Tianyong snorted angrily, waved his sleeves and turned around to leave: "After the meal time, everyone goes back to the room to sleep immediately. Go now! Otherwise, leave my temple!"

Watching his leaving figure, Shiraishi came to the conclusion he wanted.

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


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