"yes, I've lived here since the hotel closed down two years ago." The homeless man responded.

Conan then asked, "Has anything strange happened here lately?" Anything goes. ”

"Strange things?" The uncle's gaze fell on the ceiling, he thought for a moment, and suddenly clenched his fist, "Ah, I remembered." ”

"There was once a big white bird flying in."

"Clams?" Uncle Maori crossed his hands on his hips and leaned forward

"Zongman: This friendly exchange system is too friendly" Chapter 455 Conan: If you want me to die, just say it, do such a twist and turn It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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