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Chapter 127 Don't Always Save Money in Strange Places

At seven or eight o'clock, when the sun penetrated the partition window and shone into the room, Conan struggled to open his eyes against the light spots on his face.

He looked at Mouri Kogoro, who was still lying on the bed holding the quilt, and then turned to look at Maori Lan, who was combing his hair next to him. The scene was peaceful and beautiful... but he always felt that he had forgotten something important.

Sitting up with a yawn, Conan was stunned when he accidentally saw the red leaves in the other corner of the room, and his memories came back to him like a flood.

The not-so-pleasant memory made him jump up and down: "Where's the man wearing the mask!?"

Mao Lilan was startled by his action: "It's so rude, you can't call others that!"

Hongye didn't mind for Shiraishi. She looked at the shriveled quilt next to her and casually pressed the quilt's opening: "He got up early and went for a walk."

Then he turned to look at Conan: "What's wrong?"

"...Nothing." Conan instinctively panicked when he saw her, feeling like an innocent prey being targeted.

Fortunately, this confrontation did not last too long.

The door to the room was quickly opened, and Xiunian, with two huge dark circles under her eyes, told them that breakfast was ready.

Maori Kogoro was also woken up by Maori Lan, and the three of them got up and went out.

After the door closed again, Hongye looked around, then turned back and lifted a corner of the quilt next to him, looked in, and saw two resentful cat eyes glowing green.

"This has nothing to do with me."

Hongye calmly shirks the blame:

"Although being next to me will not consume the mask's time, in fact it will still consume energy. In order to prevent waste, after your consciousness is interrupted for more than ten minutes, the system will automatically adjust the mask's time without exposing any abnormalities.

form."

"..." Without the attention of others, the quilt quickly expanded.

The human-shaped mask was lifted up, and I didn't know how to express it in a thousand words. In the end, I had to summon the light screen and silently arrange the items in the backpack into the shape of a middle finger.



In the corridor, thinking about what happened last night, Conan always felt that there was a conspiracy.

But judging from the calm appearance of Mao Lilan and Mao Li Kogoro, they obviously didn't know that he sneaked out vigilantly in the middle of the night, then was messed up in a very dishonorable way, and then was put back in his place.

This made Conan also start to wonder, did everything he saw yesterday really happen, or was it just a dream?

If it really happened, it would definitely leave traces - even a mute who is good at keeping quiet would not be able to make no sound at all.

Thinking of this, Conan asked Mao Lilan, who was holding him next to him: "Sister Xiaolan, did you hear any unusual noises last night?"

"That..." Mao Lilan thought he was referring to Maori Kogoro's cry.

She scratched her face and betrayed her father in embarrassment: "I went to the bathroom at around two o'clock in the morning. When I came out, I tried on the foggy dog ​​mask. Unexpectedly, it scared my father and he screamed."

"...Why didn't you ask me to accompany you? Is it because I wasn't there at that time?" Conan asked.

"How could you not be here?" Mao Lilan thought that the child had a dream about going on an adventure. "You were too asleep. I couldn't wake you up, so I just took my dad with me."

"Really, haha, it might be that I was too tired from playing yesterday." Conan laughed twice, and then his face quickly darkened. He knew very well that under normal circumstances, he would not be able to sleep so soundly.

In other words, what happened yesterday when I was wandering around in the middle of the night and met that young man and was knocked down again.

...What is his purpose? To dig out materials in the old abbot's room so that he can write a report?

But in a small ruined temple, why should it keep secret even if it stuns passers-by?

Unlike Conan who had had enough sleep, Xiunian who led them was very sleepy and yawned all the way.

Conan was a little confused, but he didn't expect to see Mu Nian and Tun Nian when he walked in. They were also yawning profusely.

"Does your temple have any late-night group activities?" Of course Mouri Kogoro noticed it and looked at the group of monks curiously.

As a result, Mu Nian got angry when he heard this question and punched the three-party table:

"It's not like there was a man screaming in the middle of the night yesterday! Unfortunately, when we followed the sound and arrived, the man was gone. If I caught him, I would definitely beat him up!"

Tunnian nodded with a pair of circles under his eyes: "Amitabha."

"..." Mouri Kogoro's eyes wandered and he did not dare to speak.

While Xiunian was waiting for the food to be set, Baishi and Hongye hadn't arrived yet.

Xiunian was about to go out to search again, but suddenly heard a frightened scream.

This is the voice of Kuan Nian.

Several monks looked at each other for a moment, then jumped up and rushed towards the solitary room. Mao Li and others also hurriedly followed.

When they arrived at the place, they opened the door and saw Kuan Nian, who was frightened and fell to the ground. He was pointing tremblingly at the top of the confinement room: "Oh my God, the Tengu...! The foggy Tengu is here again!!"

Conan's heart tightened, and he rushed in. When he looked up, he saw an old man hanging on a high beam, his beard fluttering in the breeze blowing in from the window above.

Abbot Tianyong died.

Conan stopped breathing for a moment, turned his head suddenly, and looked at Shiraishi walking along the corridor.

Yesterday at midnight - this man had appeared at the deceased's door.



This time, there was no such tragic situation as "the phone line was cut".

After calling the police, the Mumu Police Department arrived quickly with people.

"The time of death was around 4 to 6 o'clock in the morning. The person who found the body was Master Kannian. After that, you guys..." Megure looked at the crowd headed by Mouri Kogoro, "You rushed over, right?"

He and this former subordinate have not seen each other for several years. But recently, for some reason, they have seen him strangely more often - and each time they are at the scene of a crime.

Seeing Kogoro Mouri nodding his head with a smile on his face, the Megure Police Department subconsciously looked to the side, trying to find if there was Shiraishi, the black-skinned detective, or Kudo Shinichi... Unfortunately, the attempt failed.

Mu Mu sighed haggardly.

As a police officer in this world, Megure is used to picking up an excellent detective to help him solve cases when he meets Kogoro Mouri. Unfortunately, it seems that there is no such thing this time.

But fortunately, no detective is needed this time. This should be suicide.

"Two years ago, I also came here to report to the police. It was an exactly the same case. The deceased seemed to be a young monk named Zhongnian.

"There was also a big hole in the wall back then, and the top beam was covered with dust, and then..."

As soon as he said this, a burst of crying sounded.

The Mumu Police Department turned to look at the crying woman next to him: "Yes, there is this young lady crying on the corpse."

While listening to the police department's story, Conan wandered around trying to figure out the truth of the case.

After running around a few times upstairs and downstairs, and picking up a window fragment stained with tape on the grass outside the temple, Conan smiled confidently.

He fully understood the criminal's method, and the evidence had been found - the fingerprints stuck on the tape.

Next, just compare it with the mute's fingerprints and you can draw a conclusion immediately.


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