At about 10 o'clock in the evening, Harumi Fukatsu followed Uncle Maori to the open-air hot spring, and Gao Cheng stayed behind to pack up his things and went back to his room to sleep.

Sometimes he is also very envious of his uncle's attitude to life, he can look heartless at any time, but he can't, if he doesn't work hard, there is no Conan to help, and ......

Gao Cheng tiptoed into the pre-laid bunk and looked at Xiao Ai, who had already rested in advance.

Xiao Ai is much stricter than Xiao Lan, and even eats sweets.

Sweets are the detective's best tonic, not to mention that he's also a kendo master......

Seeing Xiao Ai sleeping under the snow-colored moonlight, Gao Cheng took out the hidden dessert from his arms.

I heard that eating some sweets will make you sleep better.

In the corridor of the hotel, Uncle Maori and his entourage, who were about to take a bath, happened to meet Wise Eri, who came out of the leisure hall, also holding a bath towel.

"Mr. Maori," beckoned Wise Wise, "are you also coming to the bath?" ”

"Mr. Eri has soaked it?"

"Well, I suddenly felt a little cold......"

"Oh," said Uncle Maori, happily, "how about a couple of cups of cold together when we're done?" ”

"I'm sorry," said Wise Eri, smiling regretfully, "I still have work to do." ”

"That's right."

Uncle Maori was a little disappointed, it was one thing to not be able to make an appointment with the gentle and touching Sensible Money, but the point was that he couldn't find a reason to continue drinking.

knew that I shouldn't bring Xiaolan with me......

And Conan, the little imp.

The uncle glared at Conan and walked through the leisure hall to the open-air hot spring in the valley below, which was not a time when there was no one to enjoy.

"Da-da."

As the sound of the group's words and footsteps faded away, the separated wise Eri turned his gaze to the ancestral hall in the middle of the snow in the courtyard, narrowed his eyes slightly, and continued to return to the room with the bath towel.

It's an accident to meet two detectives.,But it's impossible to stop the plan.,And after a short period of contact.,There's no problem going on.,A confused old drunkard.,A Lolita who rests early......

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"Huh?"

Gao Cheng touched his nose and suddenly felt a commotion outside.

It was already half past eleven, and there were hurried footsteps in the corridor, as well as the shouts of Uncle Maori and others, as if something big had happened.

Gao Cheng put on his coat and said to Xiao Wei, who was also woken up, "I'll go out and have a look." ”

"Asuka was killed?!" The editors of Hoda were still talking about things in the social hall, and they watched Uncle Maori run to the ancestral hall in the middle of the courtyard in a daze, and things seemed to be much more troublesome.

"Anzai is also ......"

When Gao Cheng came from the room, the proprietress had already gone to call the village police station, and everyone gathered at the door of the courtyard of the hall, looking at the ancestral hall with a worried face.

Over there, Mori Kogoro has already found Eima Anzai's body.

Gao Cheng followed and looked over and found that Uncle Maori and Conan, who were checking the corpses in the ancestral hall, had a somewhat solemn face, because they could see the body of Anzai Ema lying on the long-sleeved kimono under the light of the flashlight.

Strangely, there were only footprints leading from the hall to the ancestral hall on the snow in the courtyard, except for the footprints that Uncle Mori and Conan deliberately avoided, and the middle should have been left by Ema Anzai.

The old police officer from the police station soon arrived at the hotel, and because the snow began to fall again, Uncle Maori had to ask the proprietress to get some towels to protect the footprints at the scene.

"Excuse me," the old policeman saluted, "It's really my honor to meet Detective Mori here, I'm a police officer from the village police station, my surname is Ogura, please advise!" ”

Uncle Maori calmly asked, "Have you notified the county police?" ”

"I've contacted them, but they said that the snow is too deep outside, and I'm afraid I won't be able to come until after dawn......"

"It's dawn, there's really no way, let's go to the living room of the Japanese room first," the uncle said in a deep voice to everyone, "I still have some questions for you later." ”

The snow was falling heavily again, and before the uncle and the old policeman covered their footprints with towels, Gao Cheng silently checked it with both hands, paused and walked into the ancestral hall again, looked at the body of Anzai Ema with blood on his chest on a large long-sleeved kimono, and took a special look at his shoes.

At present, it seems that those shoe prints were indeed left by Anzai Ema himself, and there was no murder weapon at the scene, nor did there be any trace of the murderer.

The whole thing is a secret room enclosed by snow.

Gao Cheng looked around, and sketched a simple picture of the hotel structure in his mind.

In a few whispered discussions just now, it was mentioned that the time for Ema Anzai to pass through the social hall to the ancestral hall was about half past ten, and no one passed through the hall until the uncle came to him.

The time of the murder was between 10:30 and 11:30, and judging from the condition of the corpse, it should be between 10:30 and 11:00 to be exact.

In the open-air bath, Gao Cheng walked down the valley from the leisure hall, and the door of the women's bathhouse was removed and placed on the side, with a sign reading "10 to 11 o'clock chartered" on it, and a kimono sleeve like a paper figure wearing a ghost mask underneath.

Asuka's body was still floating on the steaming water, wrapped in a pile of gaudy long-sleeved kimonos.

The deaths of these two men are very similar to the legend of the local kimono sleeve god, or the murderer also had the intention of exploiting the legend, and there is a kimono sleeve paper figure on the body of Anzai Ema.

Motivation......

Gao Cheng looked at the long sleeves of the kimono that seemed to be spread out like a picture scroll in the bath, and suddenly remembered the college sister Suzuka Sakurako mentioned by Harumi Fukatsu, if the Suzuka Sakurako who committed suicide is the kimono sleeve god Xiaohua, Shibasaki and Anzai are the two legendary village chief daughters.

"Huh?"

Gao Cheng squatted on the edge of the pool, found that something seemed to have fallen from the bottom of the pool, and hurriedly took off his clothes and went into the water to check, although the corpse wrapped in the long sleeves of the kimono in the water was a little oozing, but for him, he was somewhat immune, unless the corpse could suddenly open his eyes or speak now......

"I said the castle boy," the uncle suddenly shouted into the bath, "what the hell are you doing?" Now is not the time to destroy the scene, you don't know how to be a detective, do you? ”

Gao Cheng was almost startled, fished something out of the water and turned around: "I think this should be the murder weapon." ”

There were two items in total, a knife to be used as a murder weapon, and a stun baton.

Judging from the wounds of the corpse, Anzai and Shibasaki should have been killed by this murderous knife......

"So the murder weapon is here!" Uncle Maori's face froze, "In this case, Miss Asuka was killed after Miss Anzai, that is, after half past ten, but Xiaolan and the others have been playing table tennis in the leisure hall since that time, and no one has passed through there at all...... Is there really a ghost?! ”

"Where the hell did you come from? It should have been deliberately designed. ”

Gao Cheng grabbed a blood-stained printed bandana floating on the side of his long-sleeved kimono.

It's the one that Anzai Ema has been wrapping around his head......

Gao Cheng frowned.

From the current situation, it seems that the murderer first killed Eima Anzai in the ancestral hall, and then killed Asuka Shibasaki here, and then threw the murder weapon into the pool.

The key is that no matter whether you enter or leave the open-air bath, you will definitely pass by the open-air bath, but as the uncle said, Xiaolan, who has been playing table tennis, did not see anyone passing by.

And there are also suspicious points on the snow side of the courtyard, after half past 10 o'clock, only Anxi broke through the hall to the ancestral hall, and only Anxi's footprints were left on the snow.

All clues point to the only possibility......

Is the murderer an invisible ghost?

Gao Cheng looked at the kimono sleeve at the entrance of the bathhouse again, and the charter sign hanging on the door.

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