Conan reborn as a detective

Chapter 949 The Scythe
"So you came here because of Kamaitachi?"

In the corridor of the hotel, Conan's attention fell on being with Gao Cheng, Yamato Gansuke and Zhu Fu Gaoming who had a heavy breath.

Why did you bring these two guys here...

"It's about the same," Gao Cheng collected his thoughts, "I originally planned to visit the historical places in Nagano Prefecture first, but Yamato Gansuke was very interested after hearing about the things here."

"It's okay to play later," Zhu Fu Gaoming looked at Conan thoughtfully, "If I didn't come here, I'm afraid I would have missed the puzzle about Kamaitachi."

"Gaomei!"

The male reporter in front was still discussing with the proprietress about the matter of female physique.

"It's better not to think about this kind of thing? Even if the hotel's business is getting worse and worse because of your husband's death, maybe you can find a way from other directions. There's no need to listen to your father-in-law..."

"That's right."

A female reporter with ponytail and air bangs wearing glasses came out of the room, apparently overheard the conversation just now.

"It's just that old man's self-righteousness. If you are really short of money, I think it's better to sell something. You should have ancient things, such as pots. The market for antiques is also good now."

"Ah?" the lady proprietress was stunned, "Speaking of antiques, there used to be a famous knifemaker who imitated foreign lawnmowers and made a scythe, which is still in the warehouse. My husband said it was worth 1000 million yuan, but my father-in-law But he said it was a worthless thing, so he kept it there..."

"The scythe?" Mori Kogoro asked in a deep voice, "Could it be the scythe on that Kamaitachi's back in the photo? Really, it could be the photo taken by your hotel, right? "

"How, how is it possible?" The proprietress suggested, "If you're interested, I'll take you to have a look. It's next to the open-air hot spring."

"That's disturbing."

Mori Kogoro was in high spirits, but Hattori suddenly lost a lot of interest.

"Sure enough, it still has something to do with the hotel, but I don't know what it's like to run on the hot spring."

If the hotel was acting by itself, it wouldn't be surprising that the proprietress' son cooperated in lying. Hattori sighed secretly. When he met Gao Cheng, he thought the show was coming.

Finally, so many people gathered, even the two police officers from Nagano Prefecture...

"But having said that," Hattori asked Yamato Dasuke, who was with Gao Cheng, while following the proprietress, "Is the Nagano Police Station busy?"

"It's just that I have nothing to do today." Yamato dared to help.

The warehouse was built alone by the hot spring, and it looked a little scary because of the rumors of the sickle weasel. The old light bulbs on the pull wires were turned on, and Gao Cheng followed the uncle to watch the proprietress rummage through the sickle.

The warehouse is full of dust, especially on the shelves, which don't seem to be taken care of very often.

"I remember it was here," the proprietress found it distressed, "Why is it gone?"

"Let's help find it together."

"Really, this kind of place..."

The female reporter with glasses was chewing gum and was about to help when her forehead hit the chandelier: "Can't the bulb be hung higher?"

Gao Cheng glanced back.

It is not surprising that this inn is popular because of the rumors of Kamaitachi. In fact, many inns like this built in the mountains will be full of legends and other attractions.

But the proprietress will take the initiative to mention the scythe, and it seems that she really doesn't know about it, and the rest can only be the old man or something else who wants to help.

The male reporter who cared about the proprietress was likely to do this, after all, it was the reporter who published the photo in the newspaper.

In short, it seems that there is no case, just an ordinary thing.

"Since my husband passed away, this warehouse has been seldom taken care of. I'm sorry..." The proprietress suppressed the sadness in her heart, almost running the huge hotel by herself, and her father-in-law is extremely strict, so hard work is for sure.

Even if the scythe is really worth a lot of money and solves the hotel's deficit problem, I don't know what to do in the future...

"When I first got married, my natal family's hotel was merged with this place, and the business was booming for a while, but after my husband passed away, the situation got worse and worse. There were thieves here two days ago."

"Thief?" Gao Cheng helped move the cardboard box and said, "Speaking of which, this warehouse seems to be unlocked."

"Well, because it's a dilapidated warehouse, and there are only some unimportant things stored here, I originally planned to change the door and install a lock, but my father-in-law said that I don't want to waste money." The proprietress said helplessly.

"Could the scythe be stolen by a thief?"

"Probably not there, but a lot of pueraria powder is missing..."

"Is it this?" The bearded man reporter pulled out a long scythe, which looked a lot like the weapon used by the god of death to harvest souls. The barbed sickle was fixed on the top of the long wooden handle, and the sharpness was still reflected under the light.

"That's it!" The proprietress said happily.

"It's really old, but it's really a good knife." Uncle Mao Li looked at the sharp sickle blade and said in surprise, "It seems to be very valuable."

1000 million, why didn't the Maori family leave any antiques?

The sky was getting dark, and the snow was gradually falling. Although they were interested in the rumors about the sickle itachi, Yamato and the two didn't follow to see the sickle, but just waited outside the warehouse.

Yamato Kansuke watched Gao Cheng enter the warehouse, not even paying attention to the snowflakes falling on him.

"What's the matter?" Zhu Fu Gaoming smiled, "You don't really come here just because you have nothing to do, do you?"

Yamato Daresuke glanced at Gao Ming with one eye.

"It's just a little worried. I don't know why. Ever since Kido-kun came to Nagano, I always feel that something is going to happen... You should have noticed it too, right? That's why I brought Kido-kun to this kind of place..."

"I'm really interested in Kamaitachi." Zhu Fu Gaoming turned his gaze to the entrance of the open-air hot spring, "Dare to help you, don't you really regard Kido-kun as the god of plague?"

Yamato Kansuke leaned on his crutches and did not speak again.

Not the plague god, but the case compass.

When Gao Cheng visited the Nagano Prefectural Police Station, he really felt a subtle change. The inexplicable sense of oppression always made him feel like he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't help but think of the case nine years ago.

The time is tomorrow, the anniversary of the death of the friend who was shot and killed in the street nine years ago.

Why this time?
Yamato Gansuke's only remaining eye became more serious.

He is not a superstitious person, but the timing of Gao Cheng's coming to Nagano County was too coincidental, and now he met Kogoro Mori, just like the previous case.

The case of Fenglin Huo...

"Bang!" The light bulb in the warehouse burst suddenly, and the scene was plunged into darkness, followed by Hattori and Uncle Mori, who cried out in pain one after another.

Both of them were cut by something, one was on the arm and the other was on the back of the hand. Under the light of Conan's watch, the slender wound was dripping with blood.

"it hurts!"

"what happened?!"

"My face!" The female reporter wearing glasses cried and covered her face. When Conan's flashlight watch came over, she found a wound on the female reporter's face, and the blood flowed non-stop.

"Huh!" Snowflakes blew into the warehouse from the outside, as if a dangerous sickle weasel monster was hiding in the darkness, Xiaolan and Heye hugged each other in fright, completely forgetting about karate and aikido.

"Is there really a sickle itachi?!"

"How could it be a sickle itachi? Let's deal with the wound first."

Gao Cheng's expression was gloomy, and he also turned on the flashlight to check his surroundings, especially the broken bulb fragments.

The wounds of Hattori and the others were cut out by something like a small blade, and the culprits were those in the warehouse. He couldn't hide this from him. Even though the sudden darkness made him lose his vision, the voices were all in his ears.

This kind of trick is beyond the scope of soliciting business for hotels. No matter whether there is any case or not, this guy can't escape.

(End of this chapter)