Stepping on Uncle Maori's head, this feeling is like a deformed kraft candy, bent and bent, full of elasticity.

Maori Kogoro muttered vaguely: "Mile, I'm not polite to you if you're doing something like this, mile, mile... ”

Whoosh! Nightfoot kicked hard, and easily flew onto the tall wooden baffle.

Because of this reaction, Mori Kogoro returned to the hot spring again, the only difference is that he sits and soaks in the hot spring, with his head on it. And now it's pouting and sticking his head in the hot spring.

The hot springs were bubbling with bubbles, and I was worried that Uncle Maori wouldn't be able to come up.

Gollum Gurr, Gollum Gurr! Gurlum Gurr!!

"Ahem, ahem. Mori Kogoro coughed violently and gasped desperately.

Looking at the scene of the crime where he almost drowned, he preliminarily judged that he accidentally fell into the water and almost caused a tragedy.

And in this tragedy, he had a very not-so-beautiful dream, he dreamed of Fei Yingli, and it was not a simple Fei Yingli, it was an enhanced version of Fei Yingli with Xiaolan's karate kung fu. In the dream, he was pressed by the other party's neck and fell into the bathtub, and then pressed his head to prevent him from breathing.

Thinking back to the scene in the dream, Mori Kogoro standing in the hot spring shivered and broke out in a cold sweat, which was really terrifying.

After such a fright, his wine also completely woke up. Thinking about the scene in the dream in combination with reality, he shook his head amusedly. Fortunately, Fei Yingli doesn't have Xiaolan's karate kung fu. But even if there is, it's okay, his kung fu is much stronger than Xiaolan. It's just that I don't know why, I was beaten in my dream and had no power to fight back.

Really, I've been entangled in my dreams here for a long time, and I don't know where Xiaolan and them are now.

Thinking of Xiaolan, Uncle Maori thought of one thing, pondered carefully, and found that Xiaolan and the little ghost of the Kudo family were more similar to the combination in his dream.

If this is the Kudo family's little ghost to make their own Xiaolan unhappy in the future, although it will not be as exaggerated as dreamed in the dream, but there will be no less beatings, thinking of that arrogant little devil with a blue nose and swollen face, Maori Kogoro felt a burst of comfort in his heart.

Squatting on a high plank, I saw a sinister smile on the corner of Mori Kogoro's mouth.

Uncle Maori, who was desperately trying to save himself one second, laughed abruptly the next second, which had to make Ye wonder if he was stupid.

Yes!

Ahhhh

.....

A few screams came from next door, and Mori Kogoro turned his head to look next door, inevitably seeing the night still squatting on it. The two of them stared at each other, and the air froze.

At such a moment, Mori Kogoro began to doubt his initial judgment, is it really as simple as falling into the water?

Night: "Uncle is not good, someone in the female soup next door has died." ”

Give the dummy.

"What did you say, someone died!" Mori Kogoro, who had just sobered up, felt the world spinning again, "Xiaolan, are they all right!"

Ye nodded: "That's not true, it's the tall and thin woman who died." ”

Maori Kogoro breathed a sigh of relief, Xiaolan, they are fine, it's okay. According to what the night said, the one who died was tall and thin, and that should be Asuka Shibasaki.

I didn't have time to think about it, so I jumped ashore, put on a bath towel, and ran to the soup next door.

Ye shook his head helplessly, but in the end, he still couldn't hide, and someone still died. Conan appeared with Uncle Maori, and the mortality rate was basically 100%, and few people escaped their poisonous hands.

Next time, I'll travel with a few of them.,It's like this every time you come out.,It's too bad.。

Yexin secretly made up his mind that next time absolutely, he would never come out with them again.

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"Get out of the way, get out of the way. Uncle Maori, who was only wrapped in a bath towel, blew up the onlookers at the door of the female bath. Let them back as far as possible, firstly, for fear that they will destroy the scene, and secondly, to avoid the bloody scenes they have seen too much.

There is a limit to people's endurance, and normal people can't look at the crime scene as calmly as eating and drinking from them.

Walking into the female soup, Conan was the only one walking around inside.

During this time, he whispered to the snow-covered cliffs, and he also meditated on Asuka Shibasaki, who was soaking in the pool with wide eyes full of fear. Bloodshot eyes rose and fell in the hot spring pool, like an endless mist, casting layers of shadows on this case.

Next to the female soup is a cliff, it can't be done by outsiders, and the murderer must still be in the hotel.

He and the two of them couldn't find much of the male soup next door from nine o'clock to half past ten, and they didn't say that they saw suspicious characters climbing over the partition during this period. It's the night guy who wants to turn over and take a look, but he stopped him at the time, and now I think about it, Conan regrets a little, he didn't stop it if he knew it, maybe he could make a major discovery.

By the way, Conan suddenly remembered that he had said at night that there seemed to be a noise on the other side, so he wanted to go over and have a look. Maybe he wasn't lying at the time. If what the night said at the time was true, then it is very likely that that time was the time of the crime.

Conan was gearing up, full of motivation, and felt like the case was half solved.

Bang!

"It hurts!" Conan hugged his head, and behind him was Mori Kogoro, who was gearing up.

"How many times have I told you, little ghost, don't just enter the scene of the crime. Mori Kogoro said and threw Conan out. "Where's Xiaolan?"

"Sister Xiaolan has already called the police!" said Conan, who was covering his buttocks.

Kogoro Mori nodded and began to carefully inspect the scene.

The killer was cautious and found little of any useful clues. The Maori detective could only preliminarily judge from his own experience that it was a premeditated homicide. The murder weapon was a sacrificial sword. The shape of this divine knife reminded Ye of the one in the mouth of the god of death.

The thin blade blade, the blade edge flashed with cold light, and it was extremely sharp, which reminded the night of another artifact, 0.01.

Shaking his head, this kind of chaotic thought could not appear in his mind, everything just now was just an illusion.

Xiaolan has come back after reporting to the police, and although the phone at the police station has been connected, it is now snowing heavily outside and the police cannot be dispatched. We can only wait until tomorrow during the day, when the snow becomes lighter. However, it is not without a little gain, although the police from a distance cannot come, but there is still a police officer on duty at the village police station. The police station has informed the officer that he believes he will come to the door soon.

It's a small resort anyway, and I think this police officer won't be far behind, he must be a senior operator who is a little older.