Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

　　 A group of people passed through the main hall and walked to the side near the waterfall, the water rumbling above their heads.

Gao Sung touched his stomach and looked at the direction of the kitchen where the fragrance was wafting. He walked into a weird room with a lock behind Conan. The high ceiling was several stories high, and there was a small window on it. The interior walls were almost entirely covered. Thickly painted wooden boards.

　　 "Little Master," Mouri Kogoro asked curiously, "What is this room for?"

Kuan-nian seemed to be very nervous. She was silent and did not speak, but that Xiu-nian came from outside to explain: "This is the practice room. I heard that the monks who had violated the precepts were locked in this place. Let them reflect on... before I entered. Before the temple, I heard that something happened here..."

　　 "Stop talking, Xiu Nian!" Kuan Nian shouted, "Such things shouldn't be told to guests! Didn't Master ask you to help in the kitchen?"

　　 "Ah, I just came here if I can't help much." Xiu Nian confessed her mistake and touched the back of her head, "I'm sorry..."

　　 "Let's go see the waterfall, right next to this room." Kuannian changed the subject.

　　 This kind of nervousness made people care about even if nothing happened before, Gao Cheng couldn't help but looked at the training room again, and then walked up the stairs to the waterfall above.

There is a small balcony outside the training room, just at the location of the small window. The waterfall next to it is within reach. The raised rock divides the waterfall into several strands, one of which falls on the balcony slats, and the cherry blossoms follow the water. Floating down, quite elegant.

　　 But it's also very dangerous. There is a deep valley below the wooden platform, and it will definitely be more fortunate to fall.

　　 "It's amazing!" Xiao Lan excitedly held the water flow, "The waterfall is really right in front of my eyes!"

　　 "Be careful, although it is covered with wooden boards, it is still dangerous to slip." Kuannian reminded.

　　 "Huh?" Conan stood by the waterfall, turning his head in doubt.

　　 Today he always feels that someone is looking at him, and the monasteries here are also weird, as if there are really ghosts watching them in secret...

　　 "We should almost go back," said Kuan, "I think dinner should be ready."

　　 In a quaint Zhaitang, there is a small square table in front of everyone. Everyone has his own dish. Although it is only a fast meal, it still looks delicious.

　　 Gao Cheng floated silently, watching the monks chatting and laughing at Xiaolan, this feeling of being able to eat, his stomach was even more hungry than before.

　　 Let’s see if there’s anything to eat in the kitchen...

　　 The kitchen is not far from the dining area. It is a short corridor and there is no food. Gao Cheng opened the rice bucket and found that there was still a lot of rice.

"excuse me."

　　 He put his hands together and apologized. Gao Cheng couldn't wait to serve himself a bowl of rice. He was hungry for most of the day, even if it was just rice, it seemed like the delicacy of the mountains and the sea.

　　 "That," Conan was not in the mood to eat, took a couple of mouthfuls, and asked the monks, "I have been very curious since just now, what is the foggy dog?"

　　 The expressions of the monks who were still happy changed suddenly.

　　 "Little brother, who did you listen to?"

"Sorry, I said that I slipped my mouth," the old monk said. "Little brother, that's just an unbelievable old legend. It is said that the tengu would sneak into the village like fog on a rainy night and use Hercules. Brute force broke the walls of the house and took people away...

　　 "It is an ancient monster that uses its feet that can be vacated to climb up to tall trees, hang the corpse, and then eat human flesh."

　　The old monk looked at Xiaolan with a terrifying expression: "All the young girls who were caught by it were young girls with delicate skin and tender flesh. Yes, just like this girl..."

　　 When Xiaolan looked nervous, the old monk suddenly smiled and said, "But this is just an ancient legend, so you don't have to worry about it at all."

　　 "But," Mu Nian, who was silent on the side, said in a cold sweat, "This incident is not all an ancient legend. The same strange thing happened two years ago..."

"What kind of weird thing is it?" Conan looked at these monks and was reluctant to elaborate, and hurriedly looked at Kogoro Mouri. "Uncle, would you like them to explain in detail? You are a detective Kogoro Mouri, maybe you can find it. What's going on."

"Detective?"

"Maori Kogoro?"

　　 The old monk lost his composure on his face and looked at Kogoro Mouri with a condensed expression.

　　 Even in the deep mountains, they often go out on rubber boats and often hear people talk about the two famous detectives that Tokyo has risen to fame recently.

　　 "It turned out to be the well-known detective Kogoro Mori who is as famous as Hyundai left writing..."

　　 "Ah, this," Mouri Kogoro enjoyed everyone's surprised eyes, and smiled happily, "In fact, it's nothing, the kid from Joto is just as famous as me because of good luck."

　　 "That is more powerful than modern left-hand writing? Great detective, you should be able to solve the mystery of two years ago!" Several monks scrambled to surround Kogoro Mouri.

　　 "Actually there was a young monk two years ago..."

　　 "Shut up all of you!" The old monk suddenly reacted strongly and exclaimed, "Have you all forgotten the agreement not to mention that incident?"

　　 "But, the abbot..."

"Okay! The dinner is over here! Go back to your room and get ready to sleep!" The old monk stood up in a deep voice, paused, and said to Kogoro Mouri, "Mr. Detective, although you are staying at this temple, you will have to get there early tomorrow morning. Leave, please rest early."

　　 "What happened?" Even Gao Cheng in the kitchen heard the movement in the hall, and seemed to leave the table unhappily.

　　 Seeing that a monk came to the kitchen, Gao Cheng hurriedly packed his things.

　　 Although I haven’t eaten enough yet, I can only do this...

　　 "Master has rarely been so angry..." Mu Nian and several people returned to the kitchen with the dishes and chopsticks in their hands. They were in no mood to care about the others. They all brushed past Gao Cheng absently.

　　The weird atmosphere made Gao Cheng vigilant.

　　 He did not forget that events would happen here, and that’s why he found the Shanni Temple far away...

　　 The night is getting darker. Where the monks stay in the wing, the Maori are arranged in a room specially for the guests to sleep. Only Gao Cheng is still floating in the corridor.

　　 On the one hand, it is because of possible cases, on the other hand, there is no place to sleep.

　　 The temperature here is very low at night, even if it is floating around in the aisle, it feels cold, and I can’t sleep without a quilt...

　　 "Conan," Xiaolan said from the room, "If you feel scared, you can come under my bed..."

　　 "Damn it!"

　　 Gao Cheng shrank, and after roughly confirming that everyone was in the room, he floated straight to the toilet.

He was hungry and cold, and needed to go to the toilet. He finally understood why it was called a camouflage card instead of a transformation card. What really changed was only a small part. It was like becoming a child last time, and his physical strength also dropped to a child's level, and this The second time is the body becomes lighter...

"Ok?"

　　 There is a mask used as an ornament on the door of the toilet. It has a red face and a long white beard. It looks a bit like the old monk, but the nose is higher, grinning, and looks strange.

　　 "The mask of the foggy dog? Why put it here in the toilet?"

　　 Gao Cheng took the mask and looked at it, and suddenly found that the little monk passed by the corridor, and finally entered the old monk's room at the end.

　　The old monk hasn't slept yet, drunkly holding a wine gourd: "Xiu Nian, you are here...what are you doing?"

　　 "Master," Xiunian asked, seeing that the old monk was already so drunk, "Why didn't you tell Mr. Detective about that? Maybe you can find out something..."

　　 "That's why I can't say it," the old monk hummed while drinking, "If the detective knows about it, I'll be done."

　　 "Why?" Xiu Nian said anxiously, "Is the incident two years ago the master..."

"Yes," the old monk Jiujin came up and gushed, "It's not good for the loyal guy. My granddaughter Junao is already engaged to the heir of the big temple, but he actually intends to run away with Junao... How can I? Let him take Juno?"

　　 Xiu-nen’s face was startled, and she looked at the complacent old monk in disbelief: "So the master imitated the legend of the foggy dog ​​and killed Zhongnian? Why, how could this be...

　　 "Master!" The little monk Xiu-nian begged in pain, UU reading www.uukanshu.com "Please surrender yourself!"

"It's been two years ago, and there is no evidence left at all," the old monk seemed to be a little more sober, and stood up with his back to Xiunian, "Besides the blessing of that incident, our temple is also famous because of this. This is a monastery haunted by foggy dogs..."

　　 Gao Cheng leaned quietly outside the door, and through the window paper saw the shadows of two monks, big and small, with a faint smell of alcohol.

　　 This matter is indeed a bit troublesome. Two years have passed. There is no way to take the old monk without evidence, and can only let the old monk surrender.

　　 Now he is a "ghost", if you think of a way, maybe you can...

　　 "Hmm!" A sudden violent struggle inside the room interrupted Gao Chengsi's thoughts. Under the light, Xiunian strangled the old monk's neck from behind.

　　 "Stop, Xiu Nian!" Gao Cheng opened the door urgently.

　　 "Huh?" Xiu Nian shuddered and woke up, startledly let go of the abbot Tianyong, and looked back at the empty door.

　　 There is no half-person, and the others are still sleeping in their respective rooms. It seems that the sound I heard just now is just an illusion...

　　 "huhu!"

　　 After the impulse of anger subsided, Xiunian could not care how to open the door on her own. Instead, she looked at the old monk who was coughing under her feet shortly, feeling a little at a loss.

　　 Fortunately, the old monk has not yet woken up, and still looks drunk and unconscious: "Xiu Nian, why I almost can't breathe, please help me."

　　 Xiu Nian paused for a while, and then swallowed, panting and holding the old monk to one side, and then she closed the door and left with great concern.