Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

　　 The mountain mud temple in the middle of the night exudes a horrible atmosphere, the sound of the waterfall is looming, and the corridor suddenly blasts the sound of wind.

The old monk turned over with alcohol, suddenly opened his eyes in a daze and looked at the door that opened automatically. As a blast of cold air blows in, the foggy face suddenly appeared at the door, with only one head floating. In midair, the eyes seemed to emit a biting red light...

"I can't bear it. I was woken up by Xiaolan in the middle of the night." On the other side of the corridor, Kogoro Moori and Conan yawned to accompany Xiaolan to the bathroom. "It's 2 o'clock in the middle of the night! I'm still in high school and dare not be alone. To the restroom?"

　　 "But people are afraid, there is no way!" Xiao Lan's grievance voice came from the toilet.

　　 "Hey, uncle," Conan said with sleepy eyes, "I'm still very curious about that incident..."

　　 "Since others don't want to say it, we'd better speak less," Mouri Kogoro said with an irritable hum, "And how could there be any foggy tengu..."

　　 There was a cold wind blowing from somewhere, Mouri Kogoro shuddered and looked at the end of the corridor suspiciously, and suddenly a terrifying face flashed in his sight.

　　 Mori Kogoro stiffened, his face paled, and he kept pulling Conan.

　　 "Hey, Conan! Look over there, was there something just now?"

"what?"

　　 Conan followed, but saw nothing: "No."

　　 "Really," Xiaolan said speechlessly when she came out of the toilet, "Aren't you afraid of yourself!"

　　Mouri Kogoro's teeth trembled: "A head was flying just now..."

　　 "Uncle, you must have read it wrong."

　　 Conan deliberately walked to the end of the corridor and took a look, but found nothing, but the light in the old monk's room was still on, and the door was not closed.

　　 He looked inside curiously, and was surprised to see the old monk curled up with his head in his arms, constantly talking nonsense, looking like he was afraid of something.

　　 "Strange..."

　　……

　　 The next morning, the sun shrouded the temple on the mountainside. Kogoro Moori didn't sleep well all night, and was awakened by the little monk Xiunian with his dark circles under his eyes.

　　 "Everyone, the morning fast is ready."

　　 "It's already dawn." Mouri Kogoro put on his clothes and followed him towards the Saitang listlessly.

　　 "Maori detective, you seem to be very sleepy." The other monks said strangely.

　　 "Uncle, he saw the foggy dog ​​last night," Conan said abruptly, "There is only one head floating in the corridor!"

　　 "What?!" The monks looked ugly, "Is it really a foggy tengu?"

　　 "Uncle never slept since..."

　　 "Less long-winded!"

　　Moori Kogoro punched Conan on the head with a blue face, and suddenly saw the old monk coming from outside with the same dark circles under his eyes.

　　 "Abbot Tianyong, did you not sleep last night?"

　　The old monk was a little out of control, and it took a long time to react, nodded silently and sat down in his seat.

　　 Xiu Nian gave the old monk a complicated look, and then sat down. He tossed and thought a lot last night. After returning to his room, the voice that called to stop him kept reverberating in his mind.

　　 After he calmed down, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the sound was not an illusion, and the door of the room could not be opened by himself...

　　 "Maori detective," the old monk suddenly said, "Two years ago..."

　　 "I know I know," Mouri Kogoro hurriedly said, "We will leave in a while..."

　　 The old monk paused, closing his eyes and trembling his beard: "That incident actually... has nothing to do with the foggy dog, the real murderer..."

　　The old monk resurfaced in his mind what he had seen last night.

　　 "What?" Maori Kogoro looked at the old monk in a daze, "You mean the murderer? Could it be..."

　　 "I killed Zhongnian." The old monk bowed his head and pleaded guilty.

"what did you say?!"

　　 "Master!"

　　 Everyone who was eating the morning fast looked at the old monk incredulously: "Which, what is going on?"

　　 Facing everyone's surprised eyes, the old monk closed his eyes and said nothing.

　　 "Master..." The little monk Xiu Nian stared at the old monk in a daze, and also didn't know how the old monk, who was triumphant with no evidence last night, changed his attitude drastically.

　　 Until noon, Mumu led the police officers to the Shanni Temple. The old monk refused to say anything. He just sat there with his eyebrows closed and confessed to his life. When the police finally waited for the police, he was taken into the police car in silence.

　　 "What the **** happened?"

　　 Mouri Kogoro was puzzled, and couldn't figure out how things suddenly became like this.

　　 If the old monk was the murderer of the incident two years ago, it would make sense to prohibit the monks from mentioning that incident, but after a night, he pleaded guilty inexplicably.

　　 "Is it because I'm too scared of my detective, Kogoro Moori?" Mori touched his chin, suddenly laughed, "That's right, it must be because I heard my name to surrender! Aha!"

　　 "Fool." Gao Cheng floated aside, watching the old monk being taken into the police car.

　　How could the old monk confess his guilt in such a simple way. Last night he clearly asked everyone to leave in the morning. Of course, the truth of the matter was because of him.

　　 In order to make the old monk surrender, he took a lot of effort last night.

"I was in charge of the case two years ago," Mugure stayed to continue the investigation, and looked suspiciously at Kogoro Mouri. "At that time, the case could only be closed by suicide. I never thought that the old monk would be the murderer. There is indeed no other possibility of suicide, it is like being hung by a foggy dog ​​from the high ceiling beams of that practice room."

　　 Kogoro Mouri stunned, "How did the permanent abbot do it that day?"

　　 "Who knows? And there is no evidence at all. I can only ask the abbot after returning to the police station," Mumu looked at the old monk with a headache, "but I don't think he seems willing to say much..."

　　 "I know how Master did it." Xiunian, who had been silently beside her, said suddenly.

　　 He doesn’t know what happened to the old monk, but that’s fine. If he kills the old monk, I’m afraid he will be ruined in this life...

　　 "You know?" Mumu looked at Xiunian unexpectedly, "I remember it seemed like there was no you two years ago..."

　　 "Xiu Nian has only been in the temple for one year." Kuannian explained.

"Actually, I and Zhongnian, who was killed by the master two years ago, are brothers. He is my brother," Xiunian lowered her head. "I deliberately transferred from other temples far away incognito, just to find The murderer who murdered my brother and the investigation of the truth~www.novelmt.com~Xiu Nian..."

　　Senior brothers were surprised.

"It's no wonder you didn't pay attention," Xiu Nian smiled bitterly, "I spent half a year investigating. Although I have a good eye for the crime tactics, I have never been able to find out who the murderer is, because everyone is unwilling to mention it. ...I didn't know that he was the murderer until the master reacted so strongly to the Maori detective yesterday. Later, when he came to his room, he admitted that he was drunk..."

　　 "You made the master surrender?"

　　 Everyone was shocked, but I didn't expect that there was such an inside story.

　　 "No, it's not me," Xiunian shook her head, gathering her thoughts from her past memories, "I'll tell you Master's methods."

At the balcony of the training room next to the waterfall, when Xiu Nian took the lead, he removed the wooden planks laid for anti-slip, sealed the gap with tape and used it as a sink, and led the waterfall water from the skylight into the training room.

"Two years ago, after the master sealed the door gap in the practice room with tape, he came out from the small window in the corner and led the water inside like this. Then he went in through the small window and sealed the gap in the small window with tape. As for me Brother, he was placed on the rubber dinghy in advance. As long as he is careful not to wet the corpse, he can follow the rising water to float under the ceiling beam..."

　　 The little monk slowly unfolded the whole technique in front of everyone, as if a crime had reappeared, revealing the mystery of the foggy dog ​​killing two years ago.

　　 is still uncertain whether it will succeed, but many details of the crime scene can be combined with Xiunian's method.

　　 Mumu meditated: "But why did Abbot Tianyong surrender again? It has been two years, and there is no evidence..."

　　 "Perhaps the abbot has repented."

　　 Everyone guessed again and again, only Monk Xiunian didn't say anything.