"Damn!" The two male teachers gritted their teeth, but it was really difficult to stop this weird reporter.

"Hmph, let's get along."

The reporter smiled smugly, walked straight to the living room, but was slightly stunned when he passed by Gao Cheng, with a slight doubt on his face.

"Huh?"

Because he is a media reporter, he is quite familiar with all kinds of celebrities, but Gao Cheng now seems to be just an ordinary high school student, and the difference from the newspaper is not small.

Back in the living room, because of the uninvited guest of the weird reporter, the originally happy atmosphere became dull, and he was not very willing to speak.

Gao Cheng thought about it and looked at the weird reporter who was baking the fire in the fireplace.

The wind and snow outside are getting heavier and heavier, even the car at the door is buried by the snow, the scene in the distance is completely invisible, the villa has almost become an isolated place, except for telephone contact, it is impossible to leave for the time being.

If what the weird reporter said was true, something related must have happened three years ago, but unfortunately the weird reporter looked like it was difficult to deal with, and others were not very willing to talk about it......

"It's all this man's fault," complained the garden, "and it was fine, but now it's not at all happy." ”

"Sonoko," Yonehara-sensei said as he passed by with the sheets, "leave that person alone, come and help me make everyone's bed." ”

"Good!"

"Xiaolan and that little brother, you can go to the kitchen and help Nakamura-sensei who is in charge of dinner, and as for Joto......" Yonehara-sensei looked at the weird reporter and asked, "Joto, you can stay in the living room." ”

"Joto?" The weird reporter who was roasting the fire was stunned, his eyebrows jumped, and he looked back at Gao Cheng, who seemed to be a big boy.

"Could it be the ......?"

Gao Cheng turned his head to meet the strange reporter's gaze, he didn't feel very relieved about this reporter, it seemed that he had a big conflict with several elementary school teachers, and it seemed that someone had specially found him, and the possibility of being killed was not small.

Of course, there is not much point in thinking about the murderer and the victim now, not only because of the lack of information, but also because it is easy to be misled by preconceived ideas.

"What happened three years ago?" Gao Cheng looked directly at the weird reporter and asked.

"Hmph, I guessed right," the weird reporter chuckled and looked at Gao Cheng, "You're really that person......"

Gao Cheng frowned and wanted to continue asking, but a scream suddenly came from the second floor of the villa.

"Ahh

"Garden?"

"What's going on?"

didn't bother to ask the weirdo again, Gao Cheng hurried to the second floor with Xiaolan and others, and finally found that a room was actually locked from the inside.

The "Chenghu ......" garden was unable to grasp the rope that strangled his neck, and his consciousness became more and more blurred.

"Garden! Are you in there? What's going on? ”

"Knock knock!" In the sound of slamming on the door, Xiaolan kicked the door open directly, and saw the garden and Teacher Mihara lying on the ground at a glance.

"Garden!"

Xiaolan cried and hugged the garden: "Garden! Please, open your eyes! Garden——! ”

"She's just asleep." Gao Cheng exhaled lightly and put down Yuanzi's wrist, looked at the clear strangulation marks on Yuanzi's neck, and checked the condition of Teacher Yonehara next to him, and finally his eyes fell on the open window.

"Hoo ——!"

A series of clear footprints stretched out in the wind and snow, Gao Cheng handed over the garden to Xiaolan to take care of, and jumped out of the window with a fixed expression to follow the footprints, only to find that the footprints finally extended to the gate of the villa.

"This is?!"

The murderer is still in the villa......

Gao Cheng's face was ugly, and he stood motionless by the footprints at the door.

Finally, there are still people around me who have been affected, unforgivable!

In the bedroom on the first floor, Gao Cheng carried the sleeping garden to the bed, and everyone followed, while Mr. Nakamura was helping Mr. Yonehara treat his wounds.

Yonehara resisted when he was stunned by the assassin with a handkerchief, and his head hit the wall, and the garden that came later was strangled by the murderer.

Both of them had a word written on the back of their hands by the killer with lipstick, which were "mi" and "na".

"Why hasn't the garden woken up yet?" Xiaolan was worried about the bedside.

"It must have been too much anesthetic," Minori Nakamura began, "just wait a minute." ”

"But do the footprints really lead to the gate?" Yonehara-sensei said worriedly, "In that case, wouldn't the murderer still be in the villa?" ”

"There should be no doubt about this, the murderer is the person in this villa."

Gao Cheng thought about it and looked at everyone: "Where were you all when the accident happened?" ”

"I'm taking a shower."

"I'm listening to music in my room......"

The two young teachers looked at Gao Cheng with a serious face strangely: "What kind of tone are you, do you suspect that we are murderers?" ”

"Hmph," the weird reporter leaned against the door, smirking hoarsely, "don't you all know yet?" He's the modern-day left-word detective, Joto Gaocheng! At first, because he looked like Kudo Shinichi, he was also called Kudo Shinichi's second ......"

"Detective, detective?"

The eyes of several teachers were all focused on Gao Cheng: "Chenghu...... It's the detective! No wonder I seem to have seen ...... somewhere."

"Everyone," Gao Cheng only had this case in mind, and asked in front of everyone, "Can you tell me what happened three years ago?" ”

Without waiting for a few teachers to reply, the weird reporter said in a depressed voice: "Three years ago, there was a little girl named Minako Mochizuki at Kabido Elementary School who hanged herself, although it was because of the pressure of the exam, but I don't think it's that simple. ”

Saying that, the reporter laughed yinyin: "Now it seems that someone wants to avenge the dead Minako Mochizuki, but these teachers present can't get out of it, right?" Mr. Yonehara, who was a teacher at the time, and Mr. Sakai, who was an advisor to Minako Mochizuki's volleyball club......"

The reporter's gaze swept over several teachers with ugly faces like knives: "By the way, Mr. Nakamura, you should have been able to prevent her from committing suicide at that time, as a health teacher, you are most familiar with Minako Mochizuki, right?" And Shimoda-sensei is also ......"

"But let's not talk about whether we are responsible or not, wouldn't it be ridiculous to take revenge on us for Minako's suicide?" Sakata-sensei interrupted, "I think it must be Sugiyama-sensei playing a prank!" ”

"Can that be called a prank?" Mr. Yonehara reacted strongly, "I'm fine, but the garden was strangled by the neck!" ”

"Did you call that Sugiyama-sensei?" Gao Cheng said calmly.

"Ah, I called, but there was only a phone message."

"Damn, what the hell is that guy Sugiyama going to do?"

Several teachers were noisy, and Gao Chengzhi frowned.

Although he was a little suspicious of these people, he didn't have a clue, and the Sugiyama-sensei was also a problem......

After interrogating several people one after another, Gao Cheng stayed alone in the bedroom to take care of the garden, while the others went to prepare dinner first.

"It's best not to act alone, the murderer is likely to be in this villa now."

"Don't worry, we should be fine if we all stay in the living room, right?"

"Chenghu ......" Conan still wanted to communicate with Gao Cheng, but was pulled by Xiaolan next to him.

"Sister Xiaolan?"

"Shh

Xiaolan looked at Gao Cheng, who was frowning and thinking, and the sleeping garden, and took Conan out of the room without saying anything.