Fortunately for them, they heard Xiaolan's shouting.

When you are about to go in the direction of the bedroom door on the second floor.

Conan, who was beside Xiaolan, walked quickly to the inside of the bedroom.

Looking at the blue quilt under his feet, there were dripping red blood.

This made him feel a sense of doubt.

Because logically speaking, this is an act of hanging suicide.

But why is blood coming out of his mouth?

Also, looking at the diminutive old uncle.

How to put a thick hemp rope with the help of a ladder.

Hang the rope smoothly from the beam.

When Conan pondered what the hell was wrong with this.

Rushed to the second floor......

"Conan's Folk Style is Simple Rice Flower Town" Chapter 243 Conan's inner doubts are being hit by his hands, please wait a while,

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