The Shadow Army of Kexue World

Willow head on the moon.

McCroopher Inn.

Mao Li, who had just got out of the car, looked at the surroundings of the parking lot.

Restaurant on the cliff!

"Gee!

The moon is dark and the wind is high on the murderous night..." Xiao

Mourning jumped out of the co-pilot, yawning.

Look at the crooked crescent on your head.

"You might as well say that this venue is like Agatha Christie's "No Life Left", Queen of Reasoning"

Just after speaking, he suddenly felt a little sad and trembled, is there going to be any case here tonight?

When I came home from school this afternoon.

I saw this guy chatting with the Kansai dialect that appeared earlier.

Seeing her come back, he directly said that he would take her to see a good show.

Let's just say that this time I attended a gathering of Sherlock Holmes fans.

No wonder that Kansai cavity road was excited.

It seems that this time I will meet Conan again.

But just now, Maori suddenly said that sentence.

She had to wonder if there would be any murders here tonight.

After all, the intelligence he has is very powerful.

At this time, the back seat of the car also opened, and after Hattori Heiji walked down, he said while closing the door:

"You are talking about the Blizzard Mountain Mode,

which first appeared in the 1933 novel "The Mystery of the Siamese Conjoined Man" by mystery writer Ellery Quinn.

Agatha Christie's No Life Left Behind was only published in 1939. Xiao

Wei glanced at him, and then looked at his surroundings seriously.

Quietly said to Maori Instant:

"If something really happens tonight, do you think the car can be saved tonight?"

Mao Li waved his hand instantly: "It's okay, I arranged someone to guard the car."

After hearing this, Xiao Wei nodded.

She understood what Maori meant.

There will definitely be some surprises tonight.

Hattori Heiji smiled.

"You guys think too much, Blizzard Mountain House is Agatha's fame model.

This party is a fan of Sherlock Holmes, even if they want to simulate the murder scene, they will not choose this kind of ...

Oh, wait for me, the invitation letter is in my hand..." Just

walked into the hotel lobby.

I saw a man wearing the same Sherlock Holmes.

It's short and pudgy, and it looks very cute.

"Welcome to McCroope Hotel.

I was the innkeeper who planned this trip, Kiyuki Kanaya.

Because a few of them came by themselves, and the shuttle bus arranged by my side has not yet arrived,

so the event has to wait for a while.

Please provide your names, my side..." Before

the manager Kanaya could finish speaking, Hattori Heiji quickly interrupted and asked

, "Mr. Kanaya, is there anyone named Shinichi Kudo who participated in the event this time?"

The store manager Kanaya was interrupted, but still smiled and said:

"You are talking about the high school detective in Tokyo, I have heard of him, but unfortunately he is not on the list this time."

What are the names of the few, I will check here, and then arrange the room..." Mori

Instant and Hattori Heiji finished their names.

The manager of Kanaya said to

Maori in surprise: "The surname Maori is rare, what is your relationship with the famous detective Maori Kogoro in Tokyo?"

Mao Li was stunned for a moment, and then a smile appeared on his face.

I didn't expect my uncle's fame to be so great.

"The Māori detective is my uncle."

The face of the manager of Kanaya was full of smiles.

"I'm so sorry, I just remembered it now.

You must be the mind reading detective that you studied with Mr. Maori for!

Maori smiled awkwardly, but nodded anyway.

"Mind Reading Detective" is good in the second na.

At this time, Hattori Heiji on the side looked at Mr. Kanaya with a hopeful face.

But the other party did not ask him.

Alas, Hattori Heiji sighed deeply in his heart.

Everyone knows Kudo Shinichi, knows Maori Kogoro, and even knows this Maori Instant who doesn't often appear.

But I didn't know that I was Hattori Heiji.

My road to being a detective in high school is still a long way off.

The manager of Jingu did not ask much, and Mao Li instantly brought a small sorrow.

In his opinion, this kind of event gathering is enough as long as it does not bring other fans of mystery novelists to enter.

It doesn't matter if the children are.

Maybe you can develop a small fan for Mr. Sherlock.

Thinking of this, the store manager of Jingu smiled.

Proudly said:

"Today's gathering is all Sherlock fans who have been carefully screened by me.

When everyone is there in a moment, you can feel how great Mr. Sherlock's charm is. After

hearing the words of the manager of Kanaya.

The three pouted at the same time.

One is a Quinn fan.

The other two don't like mystery novelists at all.

Where is this screening strict.

Put your luggage in your room.

At this time, I heard a chaotic sound coming from the hall on the first floor.

The three walked out of the room.

Stand at the entrance of the stairs on the second floor.

At a glance, I saw Maori Kogoro, Koran, and Conan in the crowd.

Xiao Mo didn't react, because since he heard that this was a Sherlock Holmes fan party, he had already guessed that Conan would appear nine times out of ten.

And the big drama mentioned by Mao Li Instant is likely to be related to Conan.

Hattori Heiji first glared around and then sighed regretfully.

But after seeing Maori Kogoro a few people, he then looked at Maori instantly.

Because everyone downstairs was listening to the manager of Kanaya, they did not notice the three people on the stairs on the second floor.

I only heard the manager of Kanaya say passionately and happily:

"All the people gathered here are Sherlock fans who have been strictly screened by me..."

As soon as this sentence came out, the crowd began to explode.

A man in his forties rolled his eyes and glanced at Maori Kogoro.

Disdainfully said:

"Hmph! Is it really rigorously screened?

There seems to be a big layman here who can't even write Sherlock Holmes..." the

others followed.

"Really?"

"Isn't that the bearded man."

......

Maori Kogoro felt offended.

Wasn't it when I was on the bus just now.

Said that his favorite work is "Murder on the Western Express"....

They were yin and yang in the car for a long time.

"The original title of that book was 'Murder on the Orient Express.'"

"The author of that book is Agatha Christie, not Conan Doyle."

Hum! I'm a detective, how can I like the paper people in those books?

At this time, the manager of Kanaya hurriedly came out and played the round and said:

"Hehe, this is a detective Mr. Maori Kogoro whose detective ability is not inferior to Mr. Sherlock Holmes

in any way ..."

Several cold snorts appeared in the crowd.

Conan rolled his eyes.

Xiaolan looked at the Jingu store manager with dissatisfaction.

Hattori Heiji held his arm, raised his eyebrows at Mori and

asked, "Curiously asking, does this Kanaya store manager have a feud with your uncle?"

Mao Li was also full of doubts, a store manager should not say such words on such an occasion.

It's pure provocation.

It's like a fan of an actor saying in the group of another top star fan support club:

"My family love beans, but comparable to the existence of your love beans..." At

this time, a group of people walked in at the door.

One of the young men said,

"Maori Kogoro."

I know ah, I've seen it several times in the newspapers and on TV.

His mind is indeed good..." Before

the other party could finish speaking, Maori Kogoro thought he had met a fan.

Suddenly tilted his head and laughed.

"Haha! As

a result, the young man, the corners of his mouth pursed, and he snorted coldly

: "I haven't finished speaking, the cases you solved, if they were mine, they can be easily solved..." A

woman next to the young man took over and said:

"That's right, if you actually make a move, you may not even win Dr. Watson next to Sherlock Holmes, hehe."

I don't know who came out that you can be on a par with Sherlock Holmes. Maori

Kogoro, who was laughing, suddenly changed his face.

Clench your fists vigorously.

Conan hurriedly stepped forward and comforted.

Mao Li snorted coldly.

The people in the hall on the first floor shivered collectively.

Follow the sound.

"Brother Xiaoshun?"

"Xiao Shun?"