Pretend To Be a Good Person In the World of Conan

The little monks rarely saw Master so angry. They swiftly cleaned up the ground and walked away with cutlery.

Shiraishi was also about to leave, but as soon as he stood up, Conan suddenly asked, "And then? How was the case handled later? Why did you know about it?"

Shiraishi didn't answer, and after a few more words, Conan might have guessed it directly.

At this time, it is very convenient to set up a person who does not speak. Shiraishi walks away with the table in hand. Conan still wants to chase, but is held down by Mao Lilan.

Mouri Kogoro's face has been tempered for a long time, and his appetite has not been affected by the Shura field just now.

After Shiraishi and Hongye went out, he took a pair of chopsticks for a drink and guessed while chewing: "They must be reporters. When they first came in, didn't the old host treat us as reporters?"

Conan felt wrong: "But how can you be a reporter if you don't know how to speak? Do you have to sign for the camera when reporting?"

"He's a reporter for the Deaf Channel."

Whether Conan believed it or not, Kogoro Mouri himself believed it anyway. He waved his chopsticks and gestured:

"Isn't there that? When the news is broadcast, sometimes a small shot is cut out, and someone is synchronizing there... eh? Speaking of which, why do you understand sign language?"

"!" Conan silently swallowed the words that refuted his guess, laughing awkwardly, "...It was taught to me by Brother Shiraishi downstairs. He said that children are talented in language, and it is a good time to learn multiple languages!"

Maori Kogoro rolled the eyes of the dead fish and continued to add vegetables:

"It's really nonsense. If you want to teach, you should also teach English. What's the use of learning sign language. Also, you should stop running downstairs in the future - I always feel that since he moved in, I have received fewer and fewer commissions. This person does not Geely."

Conan nodded to fool the past, and he didn't dare to ask any more questions for the time being. He could only return to the lounge with a stomach full of questions.

This monastery is very simple, and of course the place used to receive guests is not very luxurious.

The reception room is a very large room. Kuan Nian found a cloth ball for each of them, and they could sleep in the room.

The sound of water and wind in the mountains was unexpectedly hypnotic. An hour and a half later, Maori Lan, who thought she would suffer from insomnia, quickly fell asleep, and Kogoro Mauri fell asleep immediately after touching the pillow.

But Conan was still thinking about the foggy dog, and the suspicious person he met today, xN, and he couldn't sleep.

He turned over again, looked up at the ceiling, and suddenly felt the shadow above shake slightly.

Conan sat up alertly, and found a small shadow passing by the door silently, looking like a cat.

...There shouldn't be many wild cats in the mountains. They were raised in the monasteries to catch mice?

Conan sat up bored, he couldn't fall asleep anyway, he actually wanted to go out for a walk with the cat.

But inadvertently tilted his head, and by the long-bright candle in the corridor, Conan suddenly found that on the other side of the room, only Hong Ye was sleeping there with his back to them, and the other cloth ball was empty.

...What about the young man, when did he leave? There was no movement at all!

Although people may just go to the bathroom, Conan's curiosity is so inflated that any abnormality can attract his attention.

He got up suspiciously, walked lightly to the corridor, and walked out following his intuition.

After the door of the room was closed, Hongye half-opened her eyes, rolled over and glanced at the door, opened the private chat and sent a few words to Shiraishi.

…

"Zhongnian? You said that the unlucky ghost who was hanged, hahaha, I killed it."

Abbot Tianyong was very drunk in his room, leaning back in his chair with a cheerful expression:

"He actually wanted to run away with my lovely granddaughter. Fortunately, I made a decisive decision and came up with such an exquisite plan. Now Xiaoqing can successfully marry the big temple. Our temple has also become popular because of the rumors of Wutiangou."

After recalling his feat, Tianyong looked at the short little monk opposite, barely found a trace of reason in his chaotic thoughts, and said:

"You came late and I haven't seen him before, so I dare to tell you this, but don't tell you those senior brothers, they have a good relationship with Zhongnian, and..."

"Master."

Xiu Nian put down the bottle of wine he was persuading, and this young monk who had always been honest and obedient raised his head with an angry look: "Please turn yourself in."

…

The waterfall on the edge of the cliff has a strong sense of existence, the wind is also loud, and the corridor is not quiet.

Conan walked for a while before hearing a faint voice, which seemed to be the voice of the old abbot.

He followed the sound, and just after turning the corner, he saw the dumb young man in front of him standing at the door of Abbot Tianyong's room, about to open the door.

As soon as he glanced at it, the man paused and suddenly turned around to look at the corner.

Conan groaned in his heart, quickly retracted his head, and stuck his whole body tightly against the wall.

Based on the speed at which the opponent turned around and the speed at which he shrank his head, Conan judged that he was not seen.

At the same time, this scene also reminded him of the sap he was beaten by gin before. Conan looked back vigilantly, the corridor behind him was empty and reassuring.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to re-look at the situation at the door of the old abbot.

Unexpectedly, just sticking out his head, he was facing a person.

—The immortal who grew up eating millet came to a place less than half a meter away from the corner at some point, and was looking at him silently and gloomily. Those deep-set eyes were extremely calm~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It seems that there is nothing at all Surprised that there is a child hiding in the corner.

Conan was shocked by the sudden attack, and his scalp was about to explode. It was at this time that he realized that the mask of the mute was not pure black. It was printed with dark patterns. It can be seen that the pattern is a skull with a light hook line.

...few decent people wear such masks!

Conan subconsciously touched the anesthesia watch, but before he could raise his wrist, he heard a snort, his eyes quickly blurred, and his consciousness began to faint.

When he slipped weakly against the wall, Conan's heart was full of unwillingness to be silenced, but it happened again...

No, wait... why did he say it again?

…

Abbot Tian Yong certainly did not want to surrender.

With the help of Ke Xue, his murder plan was perfect. It was difficult to find evidence. Now that two years have passed, he can get away with impunity.

Xiu Nian knelt on the ground and looked at Tian Yong laughing at Yue, her heart was cold.

Although he was very different from the dead loyalty in terms of height and appearance, they were actually brothers who had a good relationship.

The case two years ago was closed by suicide. Xiunian didn’t believe that his optimistic and cheerful brother would commit suicide, so he kept his name incognito. The truth of my brother's death.

This little monk is also very smart.

Today, half a year later, he has a clue about the murderer's modus operandi, but he has never been able to determine who the culprit is - until he saw Abbot Tian Yong's unusual reaction tonight.

Not only killing people, but also complacent, no regrets...

When he regained his senses, Xiunian had already yanked off the belt on the hanger, wrapped it around Tianyong's neck, and slapped it hard.