"Oh no!"

Hatsuho Hojo ran to the guest room in a panic.

"Sir...... Master, he seems to have an accident! ”

"What?"

Gao Cheng and Uncle Maori glanced at each other, didn't bother to change their clothes, and rushed out of the room directly in their pajamas.

"What's going on?"

"Over there...... Hojo Hatsuho choked up, "the old man died over there!" ”

"President Daimon?"

In the wing, Gao Cheng and Uncle Maori stopped the anxious door and walked into the house with heavy faces.

The old man who was the president of the gate was lying in the open wing, with a pool of blood on the ground, and he was completely lifeless......

It's really hard to prevent, don't you have to sleep and stare at it all day long? Does it have to happen in front of two detectives?

If it's because of the inheritance, it's okay to wait until they leave to commit the crime.

Or is it the kind of guy who wants to find a detective to challenge?

"The fatal wound was stabbed in the chest with a sharp blade, killing him instantly......"

Gao Cheng's gaze quickly swept over the room.

Fragments of wine glasses were scattered on the floor next to it, as well as a brandy bottle.

The murder weapon......

Gao Cheng looked at the main hall where the armor was enshrined.

I don't know where a katana went on the shelf, and the samurai armor was gone, including the white socks that the old lady had offered yesterday......

It's strange, I didn't see any footprints when I came here just now, is there really a ghost?

Gao Cheng walked into the bedroom next to him.

There was nothing but a bed and a closet, and the whole bedroom was clear at a glance, and there was no place to hide at all.

Pulling open the closet door, a white sheet falls out......

"Joto!" Conan stepped on his feet and looked out the window, "Come and see!" ”

"What's wrong?"

Gao Cheng tucked the sheets back into the closet, followed by the window and looked out the window, and found that there were many excessively wide footprints extending from the wing room to the back door of the kitchen side of the main house.

"It's ......"

"I didn't see the footprints just now because of the door, and there were rockeries and bushes on the road," Conan mused, "until I went to the back door of the main house." ”

"The biggest problem is that there are only footprints from the wing room to the main house, but after the snow stopped yesterday, it should be only the head of the gate ......who is here."

"It's General Hideyou!" The old lady appeared behind the two, "It must be General Xiuyou, I also saw it yesterday, he walked over here wearing that armor, the person I saw here is not dead, I didn't expect the curse to fall on him......"

"Last night?" Gao Cheng asked, "Old lady, when did you see it yesterday?" ”

"It was exactly 12 o'clock when I was worshipping," said the old lady, "this must be the curse of General Hideyou......

"There can't be any curse, it's a murder."

Gao Cheng glanced at the footprints in the snow, turned around and returned to the main house from the other side.

It definitely can't be a ghost, the murderer just took advantage of the legend here......

Walk through the hallway to the back door of the kitchen, where the water-stained footprints still linger on the floor, extending from the back door to the door of the video room.

Gao Cheng took the handkerchief and turned the handle, but he couldn't open the door, and it seemed that he had locked it from the inside.

"What is this?" Uncle Maori rushed over, frowned when he saw the traces, and said, "Why did the footprints come here?" This room is ......"

"My husband is still inside!" The eldest daughter-in-law said urgently, "Yesterday Kazuki said that he wanted to listen to music and spend the night here!" ”

"Mr. Kazuki?" Uncle Maori banged on the door and shouted, "Mr. Kazuki, are you in there?" No, is there any other entrance? ”

"No, no, there is only this one door in the video room, and I have to open it from the inside......"

"Just break in."

Gao Cheng found an axe, squeezed away Uncle Maori and slashed near the doorknob, slashed out a gap, and pulled the door open with a force.

The room was eerily quiet, with a bloody katana falling on the ground in front of the door, and the heavy samurai armor lying inside, the smell of blood filling my nose.

Gao Cheng walked over to the armor and removed the mask, revealing the painful face of Kazuki Gate.

has been killed.

The fatal wound was also a knife wound, and the murder weapon should have been the katana at the door, yes, but it was ......

Gao Cheng stood up and looked at the video room.

The soundproof door can only be locked from the inside, without the slightest gap, this is an absolute secret room, as for the side room, considering the footprints, it is also a secret room, he just confirmed, there is no special mechanism that does not leave footprints to go to the side room.

In other words, this is a series of locked room killings......

And then the most critical question.

If the eldest young master is the murderer, why did he deliberately wear armor and walk from the wing room to the main house?

There is also this murder knife that fell at the door, which is too far away from the corpse of the eldest young master, and it is impossible to say that the eldest young master threw it away after committing suicide.

"Huh?"

Gao Cheng's gaze swept over the bloodless tip of the katana and looked at the dimly lit corner of the wall in the doorway.

Blood stains were evident on the soundproof walls, as well as marks of knife tipping.

"Well," Uncle Maori groaned as he crouched beside the corpse, "whether it's a curse or not, those footprints did come from the wing, which means that the head of the gate was killed by a samurai in armor...... Anyway, until the police arrive, please stay in the living room together. ”

Gao Cheng returned to the corpse and took a handkerchief to uncover his armor slightly.

There was no blood spurted by the old man on the corpse, and the murderer was really someone else......

"I said," Uncle Maori walked to the door with his hands in his hands, and when he saw that Gao Cheng was still checking the corpse, his face suddenly sank, "Chenghu boy, the police are not here, don't you touch the corpse, is there any common sense?" Really, you young people just don't know what to do. ”

Gao Cheng ignored his uncle's nagging, silently thought about walking out of the video room, and stopped when he passed the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Hojo Hatsuho and Xiaolan helped to make coffee together, and the strong smell of coffee made Gao Cheng's spirit also mention.

By the way, the murderer seems to be quite familiar with the gate house, and there is no trace of the wall or anything like the surrounding area, which means that the murderer is someone in this house.

If you want to dispose of the bloody murder suit......

"Detective Joto," Hatsuho Hojo noticed Takasei and smiled sweetly, "I made you coffee, let's go to the living room and rest for a while." ”

"Thank you."

Gao Cheng watched Hojo Hatsuho and Xiaolan bring the coffee to the living room, paused, and went into the kitchen to find the wood stove.

There was still a little bit of temperature left in the stove, as if it had been used in the morning, and there were some unburned remains......

Gao Cheng reached out and took out a small piece of burnt white cloth.

It seems to be the material of those white socks......

In the living room, when Gao Cheng came over, the atmosphere was still a little heavy, and the door was Lianglang sitting with his sister-in-law and the old lady with a sad expression.

The murdered president of Daimon and Kazuki Daimon are indeed not good people, but no matter what, the death of a loved one is always a blow......

"What do the police say?"

"They said there was snow on the road and there was no way to come over for the time being."

Uncle Maori drank coffee and said in a deep voice: "The only possibility is only one, that is, after the eldest young master killed the master in the wing, he returned to the video room to commit suicide......"

"Impossible!" The eldest daughter-in-law gritted her teeth and said, "Why did Ichiki do this?" ”

Conan interjected, "Speaking of which, I heard you talking about the position of president yesterday, and said that if the old man dies, he will have an inheritance, right, Brother Joto?" ”

"Is this true?" Uncle Maori stared at his eldest daughter-in-law closely.