Hattori Heiji looked all over the small living room, but he didn't find Kudo Shinichi, and he felt bored.

He crossed his arms and looked at the white tree standing next to Xiaolan:

"It's weird, you're a good detective, but for some reason, I'm not interested in competing with you...... Maybe it's because you're too old? ”

Bai Shu, who was suddenly disgusted by the high school detective, glanced at him lightly, and suddenly said, "I remember this activity, minors seem to need to be accompanied by adults?" ”

"I ...... I'm 21 years old! Hattori lied loudly, looked around again and was relieved to find that no one was looking at him.

But then a little disappointed, he took off his baseball cap and fanned it with the brim:

"The people here are really closed, and no one knows me - I'm quite famous in Kansai."

Heiji Hattori still has illusions about Kudo Shinichi's sudden appearance, because he also appeared out of thin air in the impressive case of the Ikemura family last time.

But soon, the boss of Jingu clapped his hands and attracted everyone's attention:

"Now that everyone has arrived, let me explain the itinerary for the past few days. It's not early today, so let's go back to our rooms after dinner. Tomorrow at 9 a.m. for breakfast, 1 p.m. for lunch and dinner at 8 a.m.

"After dinner, it's the highlight of the year, and it's super hard to reason about the Q&A! Whoever gets a perfect score can get—"

Kanaya took a book from the waiter behind him, held it in front of him, and showed it to the others:

"This is the first edition of Sherlock Holmes's first book, and Conan Doyle's famous book, A Study in the Scarlet Letter!"

The envelope was old, the pattern was plain, and it looked unremarkable.

But the eyes of a group of Sherlock Holmes fans lit up, and they didn't dislike it in the slightest, but they all looked like they wanted to pounce on it and hug it and lick it twice.

The prize of Jingu is certainly valuable, but such a precious book is obviously not so easy to obtain.

- The "Sherlock Holmes Journey" activity he initiated has been held for several years, and the prize every year is the book, but the book is still in his hands, which shows the difficulty of the reasoning quiz.

Satisfied with the response from the Sherlock Holmes fans, Kanaya put the book away, and waited unhurriedly for the chatter and admiration in the living room to subside before twisting his upturned mustache:

"According to the rules, before participating in the super difficult reasoning quiz, you need to prove how much you admire Sherlock Holmes, whether you are qualified to obtain this book, and how to prove it......"

The waiter who had collected the books walked out of the warehouse, bringing a small cart and a large tray of keys in his hand.

On the trolley, there is a thick stack of questionnaires on one side and a small basket on the other, which is used to collect reference books and communication tools to prevent cheating.

Motioning to the waiter to start handing out the items, Kanaya explained the rules with his pipe:

"The questionnaire I am sending to you now is the Sherlock Holmes 1000 questions I wrote, and the deadline for answering the questions is until tomorrow's dinner, and only those with a total score of 990 points or more are eligible to participate in the reasoning questions and answers after that."

There were not many people, and the waiter quickly walked up to Shiraki, she looked down and made out the name on the key, untied a string of keys with "Edogawa Conan" written on it, and handed it to him.

Bai Shu put the phone in the basket and looked at the key for a moment, "Is there only one?" ”

The waiter nodded, mumbled, and explained in a soft voice:

"It was written on the recruitment poster, one room per quota. In addition to the owner's room and staff quarters, there are exactly ten rooms in our hotel...... But you don't have to worry too much, the rooms are all double rooms, and children don't take up space and can be squeezed in. ”

Bai Shu subconsciously glanced at Conan, and the other party was staring at the questionnaire on the cart with blazing eyes, and there was no objection at all.

"......", Bai Shu silently took the key and picked up a stack of questionnaires.

The waiter pushed the cart, carried the key wheel, and walked to the next person in a hurry, Bai Shu glanced at the dense questions on the questionnaire in the chaotic background sound, his head was big, and handed the questionnaire to Conan.

The latter happily took it into his arms, took out the tip of his pencil, and began to write on it.

No one wanted to copy his answers, and they all thought that the little brother who hadn't even recognized the word must be scribbling. One by one, they put down their communication tools and took the questionnaire.

A thousand questions are not written so quickly.

Although there will be a whole day tomorrow, everyone is in a hurry in the face of such a tempting prize, and there is no interest in the sumptuous dinner on the table. After a few simple bites, they all hurried back to their rooms.

"It's a double room, but it's too small."

There are only two small beds measuring 1mx2m in the room, with two bedside tables in between, if it is Maori Kogoro, of course, he can legitimately live with his daughter, but he is not very good, especially since the bed is still so small, it is really a bit difficult to squeeze Conan.

Bai Shu sighed and handed the key to Xiaolan, "You two can live, I'll go find someone else to rub a room." ”

Xiaolan glanced at the small room, nodded helplessly, and looked at him slightly apologetically, "Thank you for your hard work." ”

Conan didn't listen to what was going on outside the window, threw himself on the bed and began to happily brush up on the questions, and Shiraki put down their luggage, carried his backpack, and slipped to the door of Hattori Heiji's room.

After two knocks, the door slid open with the force of the knock - it was not locked at all.

Hattori Hiraji held a toothbrush in his mouth, poked his head out of the bathroom with a mouthful of foam, and when he saw him, there was no surprise on his face:

"Come in, I'll guess you're coming—if you don't, I should probably give the confused detective a phone call to report the news, or maybe he'll tell me Shinichi Kudo's whereabouts as soon as he's moved...... Well, why didn't he come? ”

"The Maori teacher is not interested in Sherlock Holmes." , The owner was so hospitable, Bai Shu walked into the house unceremoniously and occupied a bed.

Hattori Heiji grunted and rinsed, "No, as a detective, you don't like Sherlock Holmes?" I'm a little interested, but not so intense. ”

"Children, don't compare themselves to middle-aged people." Bai Shu took out a water glass and rested it on the bedside table near him.

Almost at the same time, he saw Hattori's questionnaire thrown on the cabinet next to him at random—it was indeed here to eat and drink, and not a single punctuation mark was written on the questionnaire.

Then before going to bed, the paddler looked at him in surprise, "You don't stay up late to brush up on the questions?" ”

After a pause, looking at Bai Shu's luggage at a glance, he had a new conjecture, "You lost the topic?" ”

"It's for Conan, he also signed up for this Sherlock Holmes trip without authorization, and he was lucky to be drawn."