Conan immediately shut up and stopped talking about the case. After all, if this case was not a suicide, then the people in the temple were undoubtedly very suspicious.

He turned his head to see who was coming, and saw Xiu Nian standing in the hole—everyone else was taller than the hole, but he was just as tall as the hole in the wall.

Xiunian frowned, and persuaded him very worriedly, "Two donors, it's slippery outside, please come in." ”

Conan didn't take this admonition to heart, he looked Xiunian up and down, and felt that with his small and thin arm, he would definitely not be able to dig a big hole in one night, so he temporarily put aside his suspicions and began to ask for clues:

"Master Xiunian, you seem to be very sleepy, what time did you sleep last night?"

"I had a bit of insomnia, so I recited the sutra in my room until about 3 o'clock." , It's okay not to mention it, when it comes to the word "sleepy", Xiu Nian couldn't help but stretch her waist and yawned a slightly exaggerated one.

The mountain breeze outside was slightly cool, and occasionally the water of the waterfall floated on his face, and the white tree was cold, so he bent down and drilled back from the hole, and stood next to him, as if he asked very casually:

"Have you heard anything strange? Like the sound of people coming in and out, or the sound of a wooden plank being tapped. ”

"Nope." , Xiu Nian touched his head honestly:

"It's been quiet, everyone's room is far away from Master's side, and with the noise of the waterfall, it's hard for us to know what Master is doing."

Conan suddenly stopped a series of questions and looked at him with a slight shock.

Shiraki stopped talking and followed Conan to stare at it.

Xiu Nian was straightened by them, and at this time, Mu Nian called him to help find the "suicide note" left by the old monk, he shook it and took the opportunity to run away.

Conan looked at his back, his face unusually serious, "He lied, he didn't stay in his room last night. ”

Bai Shu was about to speak, when a small hand stretched out next to him and dragged him weakly.

Looking at it slightly, Zhongnian's soul looked depressed, and asked him tentatively, "Is he ...... Can it be considered a voluntary surrender? ”

"......", Bai Shu felt that it was not good.

Conan didn't wait for Shiraki's response, but he had long been used to it, and continued his analysis smoothly:

However, it is not possible to conclude that Xiunian is the murderer - he may have left the room for something else and did not hear Uncle Maori's screams. Also, he doesn't look like the kind of person who can dig such a big hole in one night. ”

"It should be him, he has the most doubts." , Bai Shu patted the clothes that were already wrinkled, and didn't want to stay in this temple where there was nothing anymore, "I'll look for the evidence, I probably know where it is." ”

“？” Once again, Conan had doubts about the speed of reasoning that he had once prided himself on, and he didn't want to speak for a while, expressing his doubts with his eyes.

Bai Shu raised his hand and poked at the wall, and when he withdrew his hand, he left a not-so-obvious trace of water on his fingertips:

"It's not easy to get people in through the small window above and hang them on the beam at the top, but if you do it in a different way, like floating up from below."

"Floating?" Conan savored the word carefully, then looked at the walls of the confinement chamber, which seemed to be much wetter than yesterday, and finally looked at the waterfall, "I see! ”

He was about to rush to the lawn below, but before he could take two steps, he was quickly caught back by Bai Shushou, "I'll go to find evidence, you go to Mr. Maori, hurry up." ”

“…… All right. ”

……

After the rain, the air in the mountains is fresh, the sound of the water is pleasant, everything is very good, but the mud under your feet is too disappointing.

Especially where there is no grass, one mud pit at a time, it is simply suffocating.

Bai Shu rolled up his trouser legs, followed the small river that had widened a lot after the rain, jumped and jumped, walked dozens of meters, and finally saw what he was looking for.

In addition to him, there was another man by the river, who was staring at the ground with his back in his direction, anxiously rummaging through the grass.

Bai Shu put on his gloves and silently walked a few steps to the side to the bottom of a tree.

The tree has a well-developed root system, and some of them even grow above the ground. At the intersection of the roots, a broken wooden board with broken tape glued to it was attached.

Bai Shu bent down and was about to pick it up, when a pair of transparent hands suddenly and cautiously stretched out from the side, and then boldly pressed against the board.

Zhongnian raised his head and looked at him with tears in his eyes: "Lord Qaq, I am just this younger brother." ”

The old monk ran close with his little short legs, sat down on a blade of grass and panted roughly, and did not forget to scold him, "I'm still the only one!" ”

Zhongnian glared at him angrily, "What position do you have for saying this, you murderer!" ”

"Huh." , The old monk looked like a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, "Now your brother is also a murderer." ”

“……”

A second later, the two spirits scuffled together again.

Bai Shu smoothly picked up the plank, walked out from behind the tree, and raised his voice slightly, "Little Master Xiunian, are you looking for this?" ”

Xiu Nian in the grass jumped up, he stiffened for a moment, turned around nervously, and squeezed out a smile, "I'm here to pick mushrooms, there are more mountain goods after the rain." ”

"Master is just gone, and you still have the heart to pick mushrooms, you little comrade has a big problem." , Bai Shu took out a plastic bag, and under Xiu Nian's extraordinarily complicated gaze, he carefully put away the wood chips:

"As a kind-hearted, unproductive, and selfless detective, I suggest that you immediately run back and turn yourself in - if you go now, you probably can catch up, after all, Ke ...... Ahem, when the Maori teacher reasoned about the case, he always talked a lot. ”

When people are extremely nervous, they seem a little sluggish.

Xiu Nian only felt that his thoughts were stagnant, for a moment, he didn't think about anything, and the voice of the outside world was also hazy, only he really heard his own flat voice, "I don't understand what you're talking about." ”

"Really?" , Bai Shu took a few steps closer and looked down at him.

He didn't deliberately put pressure on him, but the huge height gap between the two and a certain subtle temperament on Bai Shu's body were like a thousand pounds.

Xiu Nian's legs trembled and took two steps back, temporarily freed from that nervous and stunned state, and his brain spun at high speed.

However, before he could straighten out his thoughts, he heard the devil on the other side speak again:

"Don't understand? Then I will provide a free translation service - you strangle your master, put him on a raft and take him into a closed confinement chamber, draw water from a nearby waterfall with a plank, float him to a high place, and hang him on the top beam, we already know everything, so I suggest that you turn yourself in.

"Do you understand this time?"

"......", all his thoughts were poked, and the tape stained with his fingerprints had also been pocketed by the other party.

Xiu Nian was completely out of luck, his feet were weak, he knelt on the ground, and his hand accidentally pressed into the quagmire next to him.

The muddy water instantly overflowed his cuffs, wetting his cyan monk's robe, and he raised his hand and shook it violently.

Water droplets splashed out of his clothes, but the mud couldn't be shaken off.

Xiu Nian looked at the dirty black at the cuffs in a daze, and a strong disgust welled up in her heart.

Last night, the old monk drank and spat out the truth, saying that two years ago, when he killed Zhongnian in order to let his granddaughter break off the idea of eloping, he was wearing a shabby black robe stained with ashes.

At that time, Xiu Nian listened to him and stared at him numbly, his eyes full of that dirty black, which was the color he hated the most in his life.

Now, however, he has become the same as the old monk.