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Then Martin looked at Yotsuya Iwasaka: "Why are you...forget it."

He wanted to ask Yoshigu Yanshang why he drew his sword at that time, but before he could speak, he understood it when he saw Yotsugu Yanshang's eyes.

It was not that Yotsuya Iwan wanted to let Tabuchi go, but he saw that the Taomu sword could hurt her, so he wanted to draw the sword.

He hit her, but he didn't expect Tian Yuan to get tired so quickly. He just drew his sword and ran out, without giving him a chance to make a move.

Yotsugu Yanshang hated Tian Yuanlei.Maybe a sage can treat everyone equally, but Tian Yuanlei is obviously not among them. She is just an ordinary person, she is as beautiful as the white moonlight in front of Mudan Luyan, but she may have another image in front of others.

What's more, Siguyan still has a hideous and ugly face. Because of this, he is always rejected by Tian Yuanlei and receives harsh words.

That's why after Tian Yuanlei died and rumors of a haunted man spread in the apartment, he became very excited. He looked forward to seeing Tian Yuanlei's ghost appear, and he could laugh at the woman who was so downcast that she turned into a ghost.

Martin and Conan went to Mr. Otonashi's room on the second floor, and planned to move the low table, the coat used as a tablecloth on it, and the incense candles down.

Huh?Conan looked at the open window in the room: Were the windows open before we left?

Through the window, you can see the unfinished building opposite where the will-o'-the-wisps appeared. Speaking of which, there is an accomplice of Kikuji Bancho waiting to be arrested. Of course, Kogoro Mori has already called the police.

Looking around the room for a week, Conan noticed something was wrong: "Martin, Mr. Otonashi is missing!"

"Ah?" Martin looked back, and found that Otonashi Yoshiichi, who had been sleeping soundly in the corner, had indeed disappeared: "The old man finally woke up?"

But where did people go?

Martin went out and walked towards the bathroom: "Old man? Is the old man in the toilet?"

However, there was no one in the bathroom.Looking at the closed doors of rooms six, seven, and eight, the possibility of Mr. Otonashi running into other rooms is extremely slim.

And there were always people in the corridor on the first floor, if Yin Wufang went downstairs and went out, someone would always see him.

Conan looked at the open window, walked to the window and looked out on his feet, intuitively observing the apartment wall in front of the window and the temporary enclosure of the unfinished building opposite.

Looking at it this way, I can still vaguely see some scratch marks, as well as the shoe prints left by slippers stepping on the fence.

"Mr. Otonashi seems to have turned over to the opposite building." Just as Conan finished his conclusion, he found a withered palm suddenly climbing up the temporary enclosure of the unfinished building opposite.

"Mr. Otonashi!" Conan's shout drew Martin to look at the situation at the window.

Then, Otonashi's old face appeared on the wall, and he saw the two people behind the window: "Hey, boys! Something good has happened! The sound of the pipa I played before evening was appreciated by the nobles, and they invited me To play, I paid a lot of money!"

Ah, this... Conan and Martin's expressions froze: where is the serious "noble man" asking him to play in the unfinished building, and an old man is needed to climb over the wall at night.

The two looked at each other: Did you say that unfinished building used to be a cemetery?

Conan: By the way, isn't Bancho Kikuji's accomplice still in that building, listening to Mr. Otonashi's performance?Fortunately, he didn't attack Mr. Otonashi.

Martin: At night, I saw an old man playing the pipa in the unfinished building. I would not dare to make a sound.

Besides, it is hard to say whether the place where Mr. Otonashi played the pipa and the place where the wanted criminal is hiding can communicate with each other, and it is even more difficult to say whether the wanted criminal is still alive.

However, in any case, it seems that before the police arrive to arrest the wanted criminals and deal with Tian Yuanlei's soul, Martin may still have a ghost in the cemetery to deal with.

Seeing Otonashi Yoshikazu's side face without pinnae, leaving only earholes, Martin thought so.

Chapter 87 Chapter 3 ([-]k) This thing is destined for me

Step by step, first he opened the altar and sent Tian Yuanlei away in a wave. What is amazing is that before Tian Yuanlei disappeared, he spit out Fancho Juci again.

Even Martin was surprised by this, and he could still vomit after eating it, but it was good, and this half-dead guy could be handed over to the police.

Yotsuya Iwa is still a little bit collapsed, because the spit out Bancho Kikuji is also in the state of falling headlong into his TV, but it's just falling in on the physical level, directly supporting his TV to pieces.

But Martin and the others didn't care about these things, and then went to the unfinished building next door, and had a friendly exchange with the group of 'nobles' who asked Mr. Otonashi to play the pipa.

"Go away! If I find you harassing strangers quietly, I will send people to steal your tributes like crazy! Oh, I forgot, even your ashes have been thrown away, and no one has given you tributes for a long time!"

In the unfinished building, I saw thunder and fire flying, and Martin's yelling reverberated around, stepping on the wanted Mr. who was hiding in the unfinished building.

Ghosts are afraid of evil people. This Mr. wanted criminal has lived in the unfinished building for four years. Today is the first time he knows there are ghosts here.

In fact, it is also because there are ghosts here today.

Next, the police came to pick him up, and of course it was everyone's old acquaintance Mumu Police Department.

"Hey...it's finally over." Mouri Kogoro sighed with a heavy heart when he left the Metropolitan Police Department after finishing the record.

I always feel that I have dealt with these monsters and goblins in a circle, and I am tossing myself to lose a few years of life.

Martin posted again: "Uncle Xiaowulang, it's not over yet, what about our bet?"

"Gambling, betting..." Mori Kogoro stiffened.

Martin makes a bet with Kogoro Mori that if Kogoro Mori can prove that the haunting phenomenon in the apartment is just a ghost, Martin will help him count tomorrow's horse race numbers.If Martin proves that there is a real ghost in the apartment, Kogoro Mori will help him complete five detective commissions for free.

As for the result of the bet, it is obvious...

"Although it is true that there are ghosts in the apartment, the supernatural phenomena mentioned by Mr. Otonashi are indeed pretending to be ghosts." Martin said to himself, and then looked at Kogoro Mouri: "Hey, Uncle Kogoro, what should we do now? Win-win? Or lose-lose?"

Mori Kogoro, who was originally nervous, froze for a moment, and then his eyes suddenly brightened.

Martin's meaning is obvious. If it's a win-win situation, Mori Kogoro will help Martin complete the commission, and Martin will help him calculate the horse racing numbers; if it's a win-win situation, nothing will happen.

But here Mori Kogoro took advantage of an obvious advantage: Bancho Kikuji's trick of pretending to be a ghost was exposed by Conan, and it had nothing to do with him, but Martin naturally put it on him.

"Ahem..." Mori Kogoro still put on a show: "Generally speaking, it's hard to tell whether I'm losing or making a profit when the commission fee for five commissions is compared with a ten thousand horse coupon, but... I really want to experience the feeling of winning a lottery, so, hey, please."

At the same time, Mouri Kogoro secretly laughed in his heart: Martin, this kid seems to have never studied horse racing. Does he think the bonus is

stable?I'm just comparing the minimum deposit, which is usually higher than this number, and if it's an upset, millions or tens of millions is no problem, hahahaha!

On the other hand, Martin made a guess on the street, and when he secretly realized that the calculation of this horse race did not make him bear any cause and effect, he understood that the result would definitely be useless tomorrow.

However, Martin still calculated seriously. As before, he talked about the characteristics of each ranking horse, and tomorrow Mori Kogoro will use these characteristics to compare with the top horses.

After counting the last horse, Martin pinched his fingers to make a fortune for himself, then he was taken aback, stopped and took a few steps back.

Seeing this, the other three were a little concerned: "What's wrong?"

Martin backed up to a small alley, looked at something in the corner, and couldn't laugh or cry: "I just did a fortune-telling calculation, and I figured out that this thing is destined for me."

As he spoke, he walked into the alley and pulled out a dirty children's bicycle from the garbage dump. It was the kind of tricycle for three or four-year-old children. It was yellow in color, one of the pedals was missing, and the chain was broken.

"This is the garbage that was secretly thrown away, isn't it predestined?" Mori Kogoro looked at the bicycle, really not understanding.

There is a garbage disposal fee for large garbage such as bicycles, so some people secretly hide such garbage in the garbage dump.

'Could it be that you're going to be a kid tomorrow? ' Conan thought with a smirk in his heart.

Martin himself didn't understand what it meant, but he still took the children's bicycle, bid farewell to the Maori family and went home...it was the doctor's house.

The bicycle was not brought into the yard of the doctor’s house. I bought a bicycle chain lock for 200 yen on the way, and locked it on the electric pole on the road near my home.

"I'm back!" Martin walked into the hallway, but looked at the empty living room.

Well, at this time, those two must be working all night.

Before Martin took off his coat, he took out the odds and ends that he found before leaving the doctor's house in the afternoon, such as sunglasses, chopsticks, fake antiques that the doctor bought in the scenic spot, and so on.

When passing by the basement, Martin did not forget to yell in the direction of the basement: "Xiao Ai, I have to go to school every day, don't sleep too late."

Then he walked to the kitchen, put down the chopstick cage, picked up the kettle and poured himself a glass of water.Dr. usually drinks tea or tap water directly. Xiao Ai usually drinks bottled mineral water and occasionally tap water. Only Martin is used to cooling down and drinking for nothing.

Just as he was about to pass the water glass to his mouth, Martin's eyes fell on the chopstick cage on the side.After tossing about ten chapters in the haunted apartment, he himself almost forgot about it. Logically speaking, shouldn't he be criticized by the two of them after he came back?

Looking down at the clear and transparent liquid in the glass, Martin first sniffed it carefully before his nose, then poured a little on his arm and smoothed it with his fingers.

The hot feeling spread on his arms, even a little tingling, which made Martin quickly wipe his fingers on his clothes.

Hiss...how narrow-minded.

Then he thought about it, maybe it was more than that, so Martin opened the refrigerator again, took out the bottle of milk in it, and squeezed it gently in his hand.

Normally it’s just a relatively flexible plastic bottle, but now it’s

Martin's hand showed amazing hardness, and he could slightly deform it by gradually applying force.I'm afraid if Martin unscrews the cap directly it will 'explode'.

Hiss...how cunning.

Then Martin stepped on the sound of footsteps, quickly ran to the bathroom, and tentatively turned on the faucet.

Clear water flowed out of the faucet normally, so Martin turned his head and picked up his towel, flicked it with his fingers, and found some off-white powder popping out from the edge of the towel.

Hiss, it can't be quicklime... What a vicious woman, this is taking into account the status update when I transform, as long as I don't die, I will die.

Capsaicin is added to the cool white. If you are so hot, you will panic to take milk to relieve the spicyness. The milk bottle that has been tampered with will explode and collapse your face with milk, so you panic to wash your face, and then pick up a towel sprinkled with quicklime. Wipe your wet face, quicklime heats up rapidly when it meets water...

While thinking, Martin threw the towel into the sink for verification, poured some water, and turned off the tap.Then I saw a large amount of white foam gushing out of the water poured on the towel. It seemed that it was not quicklime, but a certain type of surfactant.It seemed that she was thinking too much, she just wanted to make a fool of herself by being frightened by the foam on her face.

So Martin walked out of the bathroom, glanced at the passage in the basement, then adjusted his throat with a sense of ritual, and took a deep breath:

"I'm rubbish! What's this all about! Damn, eyes! Oooohooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohoo!"

In the basement, Hui Yuanai, who had been listening to the movement outside with his ears pricked up, showed a smug smile when he heard Martin's exclamation.

Hmph, a naive boy who only knows how to play pranks all day long, now he knows how it feels to be pranked?

Hui Yuanai's resentment towards Martin was not limited to someone who took away the chopsticks and blamed her for cooking the noodles.What's more, on the first day, Martin pretended to be gin and frightened himself to death, and tricked himself into committing suicide with a squirt gun.Today's set of tricks can be regarded as pouring all the resentment into it.

In fact, Haibara Ai really wanted to use quicklime at the beginning. Anyway, Martin claimed that he could refresh his state, no matter what kind of injury he suffered, he would recover after a night of sleep, but then he realized that the pain of lime burn was not fake.

Then hearing Martin's screams, Hui Yuanai panicked: Could it be that the foam got into his eyes?She stood up and was about to go outside the basement.

But after taking one step, Martin's screams stopped abruptly, replaced by her own voice.

"[Yihahaha! A big fool who only knows pranks all day long, an immature boy who hasn't grown up, now you know how powerful this lady is? When it comes to pranks, this lady's talent is better than yours!]"

Although it was her voice, the lively and proud voice was more like a beaten child who had never experienced severe beatings, but it faithfully spoke out Hui Yuan Ai's innermost thoughts.

Hui Yuanai's face quickly turned black.

Similar to Hui Yuan Ai's reaction was Dr. A Li who ran out from the workshop door. When he saw Martin standing in the living room, using a voice changer to imitate Xiao Ai's voice, his nervous expression calmed down. By the way, he taught: "Martin, don't always use the voice changer to make such jokes, Xiao Ai will get angry."

I'm already angry.Hui Yuanai, who was standing under the stairs in the basement, thought to himself.

"【I'm already angry.】" Martin continued to say in Huiyuan's mournful voice, "【...Sinai!】"

"Sine!"

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