"Huh, have you ever killed anyone?"

Listening to the words of the uniformed policeman, Tsukamoto Shumi was a little surprised, and the uniformed policeman continued: "Yes! After all, it is rumored that the head god only eats the flesh of the dead......

When the words of the uniformed policeman fell, Loriai's voice suddenly sounded next to him: "Throughout the ages, as long as it is related to religion and belief, some unreasonable madmen will always be cultivated. Not to mention ancient times, even in modern times, there are not a few such people. ”

Shu Yunwen and Tsukamoto Shumei heard Lori's voice, and turned their heads to look at it together: "Gray Yuan, are you willing to get off the car?

"Well, it's picked. Loria nodded, and then asked Shu Yunwen, "Soul Killer, when are we going back?"

Shu Yunwen raised his hand and looked at his watch, turned his head to look at Fukuda Akinosuke, and said with a smile: "I'm going to go back...... Mr. Fukuda, shall we go back to the hotel?"

"Yes, Yoon-sama. ”

Fukuda Akinosuke nodded in response, Yamamura Cao, who had long regarded Fukuda Akinosuke as his spiritual pillar, saw this, shouted "Wait a minute", and then said: "Shall we go back now......?"

When the mountain village finished talking, Shu Yunwen immediately said: "Why don't you have a clue? The source of this piece of dead human flesh is the suicide in the forest." You just need to keep an eye on the forest in the future, and if that guy recidivists, he will definitely be caught......!

Shu Yunwen said, and the mountain village scratched his head frantically and said: "Really, why is this case so troublesome! As for screening suspects, apart from the nearby hunters, where are there people who frequently enter the mountains? Such people don't exist at all!"

Before the mountain village could finish speaking, Loriai suddenly spoke: "Why doesn't it exist, aren't the forest rangers?" In addition, the people of the Aoi House Hotel should also go in and out of the forest often, right? I see that there are wild vegetables for sale on the menu in your store, and there must be people picking wild vegetables every day, right?"

After Loriai finished speaking, Toda Yoshiro immediately waved his hand and said: "Miss Gray Yuan, you can't talk nonsense! How could the people of our hotel do such a thing? Besides, didn't the policeman just say it, the worship cycle of the head god is once every five days, and our hotel will take ten days off every summer, and there is no one in the hotel at that time...... Uh, uh......"

Yoshiro Toda said, suddenly stopped, as if thinking of something.

Lori laughed softly when she saw this: "Look at your appearance...... I'm not going to be right, right?"

"Uh...... This ......" Toda Yoshiro hesitated for a moment, then smiled dryly, "I just suddenly thought that every year when the inn is on vacation, Mr. Kamagawa will take the initiative to stay and see the hotel...... However, in my impression, Mr. Kamagawa is a good old man and would never do such a thing!"

Toda Yoshiro defended Pu Chuan's speech, and Shu Yunwen's eyes lit up: "Is there such a person? Since that's the case, let's go and meet him by the way when we go back to the hotel!

"Alright, Yoon-sama. ”

Everyone chatted a few more words, walked to the car together, and was about to get into the car, when the mobile phone of the mountain village suddenly rang.

Yamamura Cao took out his mobile phone, pressed the answer button, and after saying "uh-huh" twice, he suddenly screamed "ah", and fell to his knees with a "poof", and his expression collapsed:

"What did you say, Mr. Maori, he hanged himself?"

Listening to the words of the mountain village, Shu Yunwen, Tsukamoto Shumei, and Lori Ai looked over in unison, all of them with shocked faces-

Uncle Maori, he actually committed suicide? How is this possible?

Could it be that Ke Death has begun to attack people close to him because of his recent poor performance?

......

At half past five in the afternoon, Aoi House Inn.

Outside room 209, the guests who came to see the excitement were stopped outside by the hotel staff, huddled together, and talked in a low voice.

Inside the room, Uncle Maori looked at the corpse hanging from the beams of the room, frowned, and said, "Look at this situation...... Is it suicide? This guy didn't kill himself because he couldn't solve the puzzle in the box, right?"

Uncle Maori's words fell, and Conan immediately said: "Uncle Maori, I don't think it's a suicide, it's a killing ......."

Before Conan finished speaking, Uncle Maori had already punched Conan on the head with "Duang", and then grabbed Conan by the neck and said, "Shut up for me! You little ghost, why did you run around the scene of the murder again? Xiaolan, show me to watch him! Also, Xiaolan, when will the police arrive?"

Xiaolan took Conan, glared at Conan fiercely, and then replied: "The staff of the hotel just called the police, and the police said that they have a lot of people nearby, and they can get to the ...... in about ten minutes."

"Ten minutes?" Uncle Maori nodded, reached out and touched the deceased's wrist, "In that case, then the scene will remain as it is for the time being, and we will deal with it when the police come!"

Uncle Maori finished speaking, and looked around the corpse again, and Conan found an opportunity to break free of Xiaolan, jumped to the suitcase next to the corpse, secretly opened the suitcase, took out the contents and looked at it, and couldn't help but look stunned-

How could there be an old sports newspaper in this suitcase?

Also, this sports newspaper is sandwiched between ...... Long wet hair?

What's going on?

......

At 5:50 p.m., at the entrance of the Aoi House Hotel.

With a series of "crunching" sounds, a row of cars stopped in front of the hotel.

The car door opened, Shu Yunwen, Tsukamoto Shumei, and Lori mourned as soon as they got out of the car, only to see a figure flashing next to them, and at the same time, the cry of the mountain village sounded:

"Mr. Maori, why did you kill yourself? We are such a good partner......

Watching the mountain village rush into the hotel like a mourner, Shu Yunwen and the others were speechless, and then Shu Yunwen asked in his mind: "Chengshi, have you gone in and seen it? Uncle Maori won't really hang up, right?"

Shu Yunwen's words fell, and Cheng Shi immediately replied in his mind: "Lord Yunwen, Mr. Maori, he is fine, the person who died is the impostor who pretended to be Mr. Maori!~"

"Well, is that impostor dead?" Shu Yunwen narrowed his eyes and said casually, "I'll just say, Uncle Maori is so hard, how can he die here......"

After Shu Yunwen finished speaking, Tsukamoto Shumei breathed a sigh of relief: "Yunwen-kun, is Mr. Maori okay?"

"Don't worry! He's fine! Now he's investigating the crime scene!"

Shu Yunwen nodded, and Tsukamoto Shumi smiled: "That's good! I was still thinking in the car just now, if Mr. Maori really died, Xiaolan would definitely die of sadness......"

Tsukamoto Shumei said, reaching out and patting her chest, Shu Yunwen reached out to hold the hand smashed by her soft sister, and said:

"Haha, don't worry! Let's go in and see how things go!"