The Shadow Army of Kexue World

At night.

After soaking in the hot spring, several people came out wearing kimonos.

Admire the customs... Folk street view.

"It's all to blame Dad for getting drunk and making us come out of the hot spring so late." Xiaoran buys Conan a rabbit-headed balloon.

Maori smirked viciously, worried that Conan pretended to accidentally throw away the rabbit balloon.

So it was kind to tie the balloon rope to his coat belt.

So, everywhere he goes, he has a balloon tail.

This cute appearance made Xiao Lan laugh all the way.

At this time, a breathless person suddenly ran over.

After seeing Xiaolan, he greeted, "Can this young lady trouble you to help take a picture?" "

Kind Xiaolan, happily agreed.

Conan muttered to Maori Instantaneous on the side, "Brother Xiao Instant, that person is darker than you." "

Maori Instant (=. =) This brother should not stay for a long time....

After taking the first photo, the man said happily to Xiaolan: "I am collecting various local customs and festivals now, these are valuable materials."

Xiaolan looked at the man with a cute look and said: "This gentleman, are you a writer, I saw you tanned so black, I thought..." Mao

Li instantly saw the interaction between the two, and said to Conan with a bad smile: "Learn a little, this is a standard pick-up girl, first say the words that interest the other party, show your own characteristics by the way, so as to lead your own career, so as to achieve the purpose of attracting the worship of little girls." While

telling Conan badly how this man had picked up Xiaolan, he remembered his failed conversation.

Seeing that Conan's eyes were already on fire, the man just happened to take out a book with Sasai Shinichi written on it, and by the way, he also mentioned Imasa's confession, a writer's pen name that was once very popular, and Xiaoran happened to like that person's work when he was in junior high school.

Mao Li Instant continued to add oil and vinegar.

"Lo and behold, this is a further exchange of tokens of promise. And then..." "

Enough~" Conan suddenly roared loudly.

"Boom!" Maori Kogoro punched Conan in the head with an old punch and said angrily: "You little devil, what are you roaring." Mao

Li ignored Conan's aggrieved expression on the side, and secretly smiled.

Speaking of black, this person is really interesting, because he wears a watch all year round, and there is a white bracelet on his wrist.

A person who dresses so formally that he refuses to take off his clothes no matter how hot it is, can forget to wear a watch to go out.

Maori touched his chin instantly, which was very strange.

Just as Xiaoran continued to take pictures of Sasai Shinichi.

Suddenly, a square-faced man walked behind Sasai Xuanichi and took out his work card.

"Are you Mr. Sasui Shinichi, I am a police officer in Saitama Prefecture, my surname is Yokomichi, and I want to ask you about the case about Imatake Satoshi."

......

Officer Henggou continued: "He has been killed, right in the hotel where you complained together. "

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Mao Li followed Officer Henggou to the Barrel Hill Hotel.

When he first entered the hotel, Maori silently took out his sunglasses from his arms and put them on.

Aroused everyone's curiosity, is this guy a celebrity?

Maori Kogoro looked at everyone looking at Maori Instant, with an unhappy face, obviously I am a detective.

Conan is about to develop the good qualities of a detective and asks out loud when he has doubts.

Mao Li instantly lowered his head, leaned into Conan's ear and said, "Bet, I won." Then

he walked straight towards the crime scene.

Conan was stunned in place, could this guy really look at the face?

Maybe what kind of Grim Reaper am I?

No, Conan looked at Maori Instant's back with his sharp eyes, could it be that this guy killed someone in order to win the bet?

Then he shook his head, the time is not right, and besides, it is impossible to kill for a month's worth of socks.

Perhaps, he discovered something in advance.

But why didn't he stop it, damn it! This guy.

Xiaolan looked at Conan suspiciously on the side, usually when encountering cases, Conan rushes very fast, why is he standing here today and not leaving?

Xiaolan squatted down and asked gently, "Conan, are you sick... This guy shouldn't care about him, hum!

Before Xiaolan finished speaking, Conan ran directly towards the crime scene, so angry that Xiaolan snorted coldly.

Crime scene.

When Officer Yokogou learned that the person in front of him was Detective Maori Kogoro, he said excitedly:

"It turns out that you are Detective Mr. Mori Kogoro, then you are his nephew and assistant Mr. Mori who is with Mr. Maori and I have read a lot of reports about you in the newspapers, saying that you are like Sherlock Holmes and Watson." So this time the matter is up to you? When

Maori Kogoro heard that this policeman was still his fan, he suddenly looked very energetic.

Mao Li rolled his eyes, can't there be another metaphor, you must know that Sherlock Holmes and Watson are not only friends and assistants, but also friends.

He glanced at the scene and immediately understood it.

Nine times out of ten, acquaintances commit crimes, look at so many episodes Conan taught us, can make the door when brushing teeth, must be acquaintances.

Now it's almost time to find the murder weapon, shoot ...

Suddenly Maori was instantly shocked in his heart, silently keeping his distance from Sasai Shinichi, in case this guy shot indiscriminately, it would be worth the loss.

Silently activate the power of the Ghost King.

Maori Kogoro shivered and muttered, "How do you feel that the temperature in the room has dropped?" Maori

instantly saw the imabide and soul above the corpse, but there was no line of Yin Qi condensation, could it be that the murder weapon was not on him, or even near here?

Conan on the side saw Maori standing on the side, and did not examine the body or the room.

"Brother Xiao Xuan, don't you investigate the scene?"

Maori shook his head instantly, and said to Officer Henggou: "Officer Henggou, can you trouble sending me a car, it is enough to have a Maori detective here, I will go out to see, are there any traces left by the gangsters along the way?"

Officer Henggou nodded when he heard this, and said with admiration: "It is really worthy of being Mr. Maori assistant, and it is very comprehensive to consider things." "

Then have a policeman drive and follow him.

Maori glanced at Maori Kogoro and Conan, who were actively checking the scene, and with a gentle wave of his hand, summoned Imatakechi's soul to him and asked him to follow.

I saw Imatakechi's soul looking at Sasai Shinichi viciously, about to pounce but very scared.

Sitting in the police car, the little policeman asked, "Mr. Maori, where are you going now?" Mao

Li thought for a moment and asked: "On the way to the first night festival in the world, is there any place where there are few street lights and not many vehicles, and it is relatively hidden?" The

little policeman thought for a while: "There is a road along the river, because of this year's festival, so it has been renovated and constructed, there are still few street lights, and outsiders generally do not know that road, so there are few cars."

Maori nodded instantly, "Then trouble Mr. Police Officer to drive along that road, don't drive too fast." As

the car walked, Mori stared at Imatakechi's soul.

No way, he can only judge based on his years of experience in brushing dramas, where the murderer may throw the murder weapon.

Just when the car was less than halfway down the road, Maori suddenly shouted: "Stop! Then

he got out of the car and followed the yin qi line that extended from Imatake Chi to the railing by the river.

I saw that the line extended into the river in front of me.

Maori looked at the river for a moment, and then at the little policeman beside him.

Suddenly smiled and asked, "Mr. Officer, your surname is yours?" The

little policeman was horrified by his sudden smile, thinking that this guy wouldn't take advantage of the fact that there was no one here and plot against himself.

"I..... My surname is Murakami. Maori

was like a big bad wolf who tempted Little Red Riding Hood: "Oh, Officer Murakami, do you want to make a contribution..."