The few young monks rarely saw their master so angry. They quickly cleaned up the floor and scurried away with the tableware.
Shiraishi was also about to leave, but as soon as he stood up, Conan suddenly asked: "Then what? How was that case handled? Why did you know about it?"
Shiraishi didn't answer. If he said a few more words, Conan might guess it directly.
At this time, the silent character design was very convenient. Shiraishi held the table and left directly. Conan wanted to chase, but was held down by Mao Lilan.
Mouri Kogoro's face has been tempered for a long time, and his appetite was not affected at all by the Shura field just now.
After Shiraishi and Hongye went out, he picked up a pair of chopsticks to eat with wine and food. While chewing, he guessed: "They must be reporters. When we first entered the door, didn't the old host treat us as reporters?"
Conan felt something was wrong: "But how can I be a reporter if I can't speak? Do I have to sign in front of the camera when reporting?"
"I'm a reporter for the deaf-mute channel."
Regardless of whether Conan believed it or not, Mouri Kogoro believed it anyway. He waved his chopsticks and gestured:
"Isn't there that? When the news is broadcast, sometimes there will be a small shot of someone gesticulating simultaneously... huh? Speaking of which, why can you understand sign language?"
"!" Conan silently swallowed back the words that refuted his guess, and laughed awkwardly, "...it was Brother Shiraishi downstairs who taught me. He said that children are talented in languages, and it is a good time to learn multiple languages!"
Mouri Kogoro rolled his eyes and continued to pick up vegetables:
"What nonsense. If you want to teach, you should teach English. What's the use of learning sign language. Also, don't run downstairs anymore - I always feel that since he moved here, I have received fewer and fewer commissions. This person
It’s unlucky.”
Conan nodded and fooled around, not daring to ask any more questions for the time being. He could only return to the lounge with a lot of questions.
This temple is very simple, and the place used to receive guests is certainly not very luxurious.
The reception room was a large room, and Kuan Nian found a cloth ball for each of them to spread in the room so they could sleep.
The sound of water and wind in the mountains was surprisingly hypnotic. An hour and a half later, Mao Lilan, who thought she would have insomnia, quickly fell asleep, and Mao Li Kogoro even fell asleep as soon as he touched his pillow.
But Conan was still thinking about Kiriten Dog and the suspicious person he met today xN, and he couldn't sleep.
He turned over again, looked up at the ceiling, and suddenly felt the shadow above shaking slightly.
Conan half sat up alertly and noticed a small shadow passing by the door silently. It looked like a cat.
...There shouldn't be many wild cats in the mountains. They were raised in the monastery to catch mice?
Conan sat up bored, he couldn't sleep anyway, he actually wanted to go out and follow the cat for a walk.
But inadvertently turning his head, Conan suddenly discovered that on the other side of the room, only Hongye was sleeping there with his back to them, and the other cloth ball was empty by the bright candlelight in the corridor.
...Where is that young man? When did he leave? There was no movement at all!
Although the person might have just gone to the bathroom, Conan's curiosity was so great that any abnormality would attract his attention.
He stood up suspiciously, walked quietly to the corridor, and followed his intuition and walked out.
After the door to 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.
…
"Zhongnian? You said that unlucky guy who was hanged, hahaha, I killed him."
Abbot Tianyong was drunk in his room, leaning back in his chair with a cheerful expression:
"He actually wanted to elope with my lovely granddaughter. Fortunately, I made a prompt decision and came up with such an ingenious plan. Now Xiaoqing can successfully marry into the big temple, and our temple has also become popular because of the rumors about Wutian Dog."
After recalling his feat, Tianyong looked at the short little monk opposite, barely found a ray of reason in his chaotic thoughts, and said:
"You came late and haven't seen him before, so I dare to tell you this. But please don't tell your senior brothers. They have a good relationship with Zhongnian, and..."
"Master."
Xiunian put down the bottle of wine in his hand, and the young monk, who was always honest and obedient, raised his head with angry eyes: "Please surrender."
…
The waterfall on the cliff has a strong presence, the wind is noisy, and the corridor is not quiet.
After Conan walked for a while, he vaguely heard a voice, which seemed to be the voice of an old abbot.
He followed the sound and walked around the corner when he saw a mute young man standing at the door of Abbot Tianyong's room, preparing to open the door.
Just after taking a look, the man paused and suddenly turned around and looked around the corner.
Conan's heart thumped, and he quickly retracted his head and pressed his whole body against the wall.
Based on how quickly the opponent turned around and how quickly he shrank his head, Conan judged that he had not been seen.
At the same time, this scene also reminded him of the sap who was beaten by Gin before. Conan turned around and looked back warily. The corridor behind him was empty, which was reassuring.
He breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to take another look at the situation at the old abbot's door.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he poked his head out, he was face to face with someone.
——The god who grew up eating millet came to a place less than half a meter away from the corner at some point. He was looking at him silently and sinisterly. His eyes with deep outlines were extremely calm, and he didn't seem to be surprised at all that there was a person hidden around the corner.
Child.
Conan was so shocked by this sudden attack that his scalp almost exploded. It was only then that he discovered that the mute's mask was not pure black, but had dark patterns printed on it. In the dark environment, with the reflection of the candlelight,
It can be seen that the pattern is a skull with light outlines.
...Recent people rarely wear masks like this!
Conan subconsciously touched the anesthesia watch, but before he could raise his wrist, he heard a snort, his vision quickly blurred, and his consciousness began to drift.
When Conan slipped weakly against the wall, he was filled with the unwillingness to be silenced, but yet again...
No, wait... why did he say again?
…
Abbot Tianyong certainly did not want to surrender.
With the help of Ke Xue, his murder plan was perfect. It was difficult to find evidence in the first place, but now two years later, he can get away with it even more.
Xiunian sat on her knees on the ground, looking at Tianyong laughing at Yue, her heart went cold.
Although he was very different from the deceased Zhongnian in terms of height and appearance, they were actually very close brothers.
The case two years ago ended in suicide. Xiunian didn't believe that his optimistic and cheerful brother would commit suicide, so he kept his name anonymous and spent a year and a half before he finally transferred to this mountain mud temple from a distant temple to find out.
The truth about my brother’s death.
This little monk also has a very good mind.
Today, half a year later, he has a clue about the murderer's modus operandi, but he has never been able to determine who the culprit is - until he saw Abbot Tianyong's unusual reaction tonight.
Not only did he kill someone, he was also complacent and had no regrets...
By the time he came to his senses, Xiunian had already yanked off the belt from the hanger, put it around Tianyong's neck, and squeezed it hard.