Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

"Mr. Maori, it's a good drink!"

"Thank you, too much."

Uncle Maori asked for the cheapest room on the corner of the second floor, right next to Gao Cheng's room, and he got drunk and noisy with the mountain village.

"In this way, that counterfeit is not an opponent at all," Yamamura Cao clapped his hands and complimented him drunkly. "Maybe you might see a good show today."

"Hey, wait and see!"

"Really." Gao Cheng leaned against the bed, silently listening to the laughter coming from the next door.

It's getting dark, and the Maori uncle and the rookie police are still drinking.

"Why did I come to this place if I didn't go home?" Gao Cheng said helplessly.

Xiao Ai held the laptop to check the information, and said indifferently: "Did you not come here because you heard that an unknown corpse was found?"

"That's right, but the hotel owner is looking for Uncle Maori... I can't get in touch with an outsider..."

Gao Cheng dragged his chin and thought, "By the way, maybe you can ask the rookie police officer about the situation first."

In the next room, Uncle Maori and Shancun Cao are still drinking, Xiao Lan sits unhappily on the side drinking a drink, while Conan has been sitting at the window watching the outside.

"Cityto Detective?" Yamamura Cao saw Gao Cheng enter the house, his tongue knotted and said, "Would you like a drink?"

"No need," Gao Cheng secretly wiped away his cold sweat, "Shancun Police Officer, should you still be on duty? Drinking so much alcohol..."

"No, it doesn't matter," Shancun Cao said with a dizzy smile while holding up his glass. "I only drink a few...right, Mr. Maori?"

Uncle Maori hiccuped: "That's right."

Xiaolan slammed down the cup and complained to Gao Cheng: "They have already drunk half of the box!"

"No wonder..."

Gao Cheng sat down at the table and looked at the mountain village guy who might get drunk at any time, and quickly asked: "Mountain village police officer, can you tell me more about the unnamed corpse this time?"

"Oh, that man," said Yamamura in a daze. "Didn't you ask the employee who found the body just now? It was said that the employee found it when he came back from the trip to pick wild vegetables... But then again, the deceased had a car in him. Keys, but no driver's license, cigarettes but no lighter or the like... and he died in the summer, but he was wearing a sweater, which is really strange..."

While talking about the village fuck, fell directly on the dining table and fell asleep, looking so high that it was full of black lines.

"Mountain Village Police Officer!"

"I'm talking about the city boy," Uncle Maori wrapped his tie around his head and burped alcohol again. "It's useless if you ask more. This time it's just an ordinary suicide."

Gao Cheng had a headache and looked at the drunk Uncle Maori: "Uncle, do you know what's going on?"

This old drunkard, in this way, it is more like an ordinary suicide...

"I asked about it on the way here," the uncle said disapprovingly. "I heard the mountain village police officer said that the mountaineering bag of the deceased contained fresh milk and red bean bread. The expiration date was just four years ago in July, and there was still something in the wallet. A receipt from a nearby convenience store. In addition, the deceased had a rope around his neck, and there were broken branches with a rope around him...

"These are obvious. It must be the deceased who broke the branch after hanging himself. There used to be people who committed suicide in the forest some time before the summer vacation. It is nothing strange at all."

"It's weird because of this," Gao Cheng rubbed his eyebrows. "First of all, why would you wear sweaters in summer, with cigarettes but no ignition, car keys but no driver's license..."

Uncle Maori's words were stagnant, and he hummed: "What is there, people who are going to commit suicide, who knows what he will think?"

Gao Cheng continued to ask: "But didn't you, uncle, were brought by your boss to investigate the man in red? A person who came here to store suitcases in the autumn 5 years ago will commit suicide in the summer a year later?"

"Idiot, didn't he say that he has to come back even if he is dead? That's why the hotel owner asked me to solve this mystery!" Uncle Maori was a little annoyed and lighted a cigarette, then looked back to the outside of the room, "The key should be that Leather suitcase...but that guy is really slow, he hasn't started reasoning for so long..."

Xiaolan complained: "Maybe the counterfeit has already run away. Wouldn't it be nice to go to him just now?"

"I shouldn't have left," Conan kept staring at the window and said hurriedly, "It seems that no one has left the hotel."

The uncle stood up swayingly: "No way, I'll go and scold the counterfeit..."

"No, it's not good!" When he said, there was a loud noise in the aisle, and the staff member Pu Chuan ran over in a panic, "Mr. Police! The big thing is not good!"

"What's the matter?" Uncle Maori said in a daze, "has the reasoning begun?"

"No," several staff members said anxiously, "Māori detective seems to hang himself in the room!"

"What are you talking about? I, I hanged myself?" Uncle Maori woke up most of the time in an instant, and it took a while before he realized that he didn't say himself, "What the **** is going on?"

"Anyway, hurry up and take a look, where's Mr. Police?" Pu Chuan looked into the room and noticed the sleeping village fuck, "Mr. Police!"

"Huh?" The village opened his eyes in a daze, "Mr. Maori committed suicide?"

…

In Room 209, Gao Cheng followed the people through the hallway into the living room. He found that the counterfeit had been hanged on the beam between the bedroom paper doors, his neck was tied with a belt, his face was terrifying, and his eyes were staring.

There was a dumped Go board at the feet of the corpse, and the jacket was left aside. As for the briefcase suitcase on the table under the chandelier, there was a key in the suitcase.

He just came here to knock on the door not long ago. At that time, the victim responded. The time of death should be about half an hour...

Gao Cheng glanced around, thinking about squatting down to the entrance and touching the tatami, and found that there were still wet traces. It seemed that someone had walked in with wet feet.

It's too strange to think of suicide, the possibility of homicide is very high...

"Ah? Is he a counterfeit?" The hotel owner and the others had already known the true identity of Uncle Maori, and were quite surprised.

"is this real?"

"Yeah," Yamamura said affirmatively, "that person is just a fake Maori detective, this one is the real detective Mr. Kogoro Maori!"

"So that's it," the staff realized later, "no wonder I always think I've seen him somewhere!"

"I'm really sorry, because we haven't seen you personally, that's why..."

"Cough cough cough!" Uncle Maori held his hands on his back, coughed hard, turned to the briefcase on the table, and said, "Let’s take a look at what’s in this suitcase first. This guy pretends to be me. What is the purpose."

"Yes."

"The key is still in the keyhole."

Yamamura twisted the key and opened the suitcase, and found that there was only a sports newspaper with a sumo report on the front page.

Uncle Maori looked at the report on the front page of "Akagi Maru's first victory" in surprise: "This is the newspaper in September five years ago. I remember that Akagi Maru won the first victory in eighteen years, so the report was very detailed, but he Retired four years ago due to serious injuries... Strange, why is there such a thing in the briefcase?"

"There seems to be something in the newspaper?"

Shancun Cao was attracted by some of the black lines that fell when Uncle Maori was reading the newspaper, and he pulled it suspiciously, and all the black lines suddenly fell out.

"God! It's hair!"

The mountain village was holding the long hair that fell out of the newspaper in horror, and Xiao Lan screamed behind him, and hugged Conan tightly in fear.

"All this fuss," Uncle Maori said calmly, "it's just hair added to the newspaper."

"Yes, but these hairs are so long!"

The village's voice trembled: "Is this murder the curse of the long-haired man in red who died four years ago?"

"Huh!" Uncle Maori dissatisfied, "If the curse really kills people, won't the police and detectives have nothing to eat? I see, 80% of them are the man in red and this moustache pretending to be me five years ago. According to Akagi Maru made a bet on the development of a year later, and then the long-haired man gave the key to Mustache after storing the box, saying that his answer was in his briefcase, and he would open the box a year later..."

"This is a homicide incident," Gao Cheng suddenly walked over and interrupted Uncle Maori, looking at Long Hair. "Within half an hour, someone killed the deceased quite hastily."

"Eh?"

The mountain village and his party looked towards Gao Cheng one after another: "He, murder?"

"Look at these hairs," Gao Cheng said, clutching the long hair. "There are different lengths, and some have been dyed, and they are wet to the touch... I'm afraid they were picked up temporarily in the bathhouse and stuffed in the newspaper. The evidence is this. There were still wet footprints on the tatami at the door of the room."

"Really," the village touched the tatami at the door, "someone else has come in!"

Gao Cheng turned to the hotel staff and asked, "Who was the first to find the body?"

"Yes, it's me," the boss said, wiping his sweat. "Because Mr. Maori...this fake has been silent, I wanted to come over and have a look. I didn't expect this to happen..."

Gao Cheng continued to ask: "Who has been to the bathhouse during this time?"

"This..." The boss looked embarrassed, "We are not very clear..."

"I've been there," Xiaolan recalled, "Speaking of which, when I went to the bathhouse to take a shower before, there was still a cleaning sign hanging outside the door."

"Clean up? Clean up the bathhouse here so early?"

"No, we usually clean it in the middle of the night."

The innkeeper looked at Gao Cheng, who was thinking intently with a baseball cap.

"Well, is this Mr. Officer also?"

"I just happened to be passing by, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" Gao Cheng walked to the corpse with his hands in, and glanced over a group of hotel staff, "It should have happened that someone deliberately put up a cleaning sign outside the female voice bathhouse to let people know. I couldn't get in, and then I picked up a bunch of long hair from the drain and returned here."

The mountain village said strangely: "But why do you want to do this?"

"It should be to disrupt the police search," Gao Cheng analyzed. "The reason why the tatami is wet is that the murderer was in a hurry. Maybe he went straight into the bathhouse with his socks, and then went back here..."

The innkeeper looked at Gao Cheng in surprise: "What is the murderer..."

"The murderer knew where the cleaning card was kept in a hurry, so it was most likely in the hotel staff."

Gao Cheng turned to the people in the hotel earnestly: "I am not sure for the time being whether there are only newspapers from five years ago in the suitcase, so it is necessary to carefully check your personal belongings."

The boss swallowed one after another: "Who on earth are you?"