Conan's Strongest Uncle

Host Shi Lian regained his calmness and said, "Detective Mouri, what are you talking about, didn't this black-skinned boy just say it? There is no blood in this room. Chuan Jiu is actually because of loneliness, plus It's just a fantasy created by missing my mother!"

Hattori Heiji's cheeks twitched when he heard host Shi Lian call him so.

"The earring buckles were left by the other two monks, Lin Jiu and Wen Jiu. Don't you understand?"

With a playful smile on his mouth, Mouri Kogoro looked at Shi Lian and said, "I'm afraid there are places we haven't found yet!"

Host Shi Lian quickly pulled Mouri Kogoro out of the room and came to the outside of the courtyard.

Everyone in the room watched the two go out in surprise.

Host Shi Lian turned the rosary in her hand, with a look of compassion on her face, and sighed a long time before she said, "Detective Mouri, I know that you are a famous detective in Tokyo, and you will definitely be able to see through the strangeness of this room."

"Then I'll tell you the truth. Earlier in the evening, a middle-aged lady did visit suddenly. She hoped that I could return the son I abandoned at the temple gate eighteen years ago to her. She is Chuan Jiu's mother. ."

"The lady also said that she actually secretly comes to the temple every year to watch her child grow up!"

"I thought that was the case, so I showed the lady the photos of monks who practiced in the temple and the albums of monks from childhood to adulthood, but it was surprising that the lady couldn't recognize which of them was her own child. Chuanjiu, who was not recognizing the tea served behind her, was her son, and finally burst into tears."

"After I asked Chuanjiu to step down, I couldn't help scolding her in a stern tone, and then let her rest in another courtyard."

"But when I went to see it the next day, I found that the lady had committed suicide. I thought, if Chuan Jiu knew about this, it would be too cruel for him, so he made a small gesture in front of the police. I moved my hands and feet." Host Shi Lian made a look that was completely considered for Chuan Jiu.

He sighed: "Language is a weapon. If it is used improperly, it will cause heinous consequences. I still regret that I didn't take into account the lady's mood. I shouldn't have said it so harshly to her in the first place."

The host Shi Lian pleaded: "Detective Mouri, I hope you can stop talking about this matter for the time being, and I will leave it out tomorrow, and naturally I will explain it all in the Metropolitan Police Department, and I also ask Detective Mouri for your understanding. I am so troubled!"

Mouri Kogoro couldn't hide his nausea and shouted angrily, "Put away your hypocritical face, Monk Shi Lian!"

Hearing Mouri Kogoro shouting angrily, everyone came out in a hurry.

Xiao Ran couldn't help asking: "Dad, what did you guys talk about, why are you so angry?"

Mouri Kogoro sneered: "Master Chuanjiu, do you miss your mother very much?"

Chuan Jiu was stunned for a moment and said, "I only remembered occasionally, I just want to know why she abandoned me eighteen years ago!"

Mouri Kogoro said, "That's right, at most it's just an occasional thought of a monk who lived in a temple when he was a baby. He didn't even have an image of his mother in his mind. He's used to it for 18 years. In this case, it is even less likely to cause hallucinations.”

Hattori Heiji asked, "So, someone really died three days ago, but where is the blood? I can't find it anywhere in the room!"

Mouri Kogoro said, "You told me that you couldn't find it before you searched it. Heiji, you can't see things just by looking at the surface. Go and try to lift the bronze statue, and then remove the entire glass case. I think it should be found."

Hattori Heiji's eyes flashed, and he ran in with Conan, and the two moved the glass case up. Sure enough, they saw a pool of blood underneath.

Hattori Heiji hugged the glass cabinet, and then realized that there was actually a piece of paper with the same color as the tatami under the glass cabinet that seemed to be transparent and smooth. If only holding the copper statue, she would naturally think that the bottom was also tatami, and she would not think about it. to move the cabinet.

This is a method that uses the illusion of the mind.

Everyone followed into the room and saw the blood, Xiao Ran and Kazuha couldn't help but be surprised.

Unexpectedly, Hattori Heiji, who had been rummaging all the time, did not find any clues, and Mouri Kogoro, who stood by with his hands behind him when he came in, only took a few glances and found the bloodstain that had disappeared for a long time.

Xiao Ran and Kazuha looked at Mouri Kogoro with admiration.

Host Shi Lian kept turning the rosary in his hand after Mouri Kogoro explained his technique. His face was still calm, but his back was gradually oozing sweat.

Mouri Kogoro continued, "Do you know what this monk Shi Lian told me just now? He said that the woman who committed suicide was actually Chuan Jiu's mother. I hope I keep it a secret for now, so as not to hurt Chuan Jiu!"

"Ah?" Chuan Jiu's face changed involuntarily, his expression inexplicable.

Xiao Ran couldn't help complaining: "Then you still say it, Dad!"

"Because as I said, even if the deceased is Chuan Jiu's mother, regardless of whether they have been asked for 18 years, their mother and son have long since lost any relationship, and Chuan Jiu will sigh at most when he hears the news. How could it be too much? Sad. Besides, all of this is probably a lie of monk Shi Lian, and the deceased probably has nothing to do with Chuan Jiu!"

"Ah!" Chuan Jiu's face changed again when he heard this, and he didn't know what expression to face.

Kazuha couldn't help but asked, "Why did the host tell so many lies and do everything possible to cover up the blood stains?"

Mouri Kogoro sneered: "Of course, it is to avoid the police's investigation. After all, if there is no body, at most, it will be regarded as a false alarm and will be reprimanded by the police, but if there is a body, no matter whether it is suicide or not, the police will investigate..."

"By that time, there will be no way to cover up the crimes committed by the old monk."

"Crime? What crime?" Conan was stunned when he heard this, while Shi Lian's bald head was covered in fine sweat, and his eyes were full of panic.

"Naturally it was the crime of killing Lin Jiu and Wen Jiu!"

The monk Shi Lian couldn't hold it any longer and collapsed to the ground.

Everyone's expressions changed drastically, Chuan Jiu looked at Shi Lian in disbelief.

Mouri Kogoro said, "My nose is very sensitive. Although the weather is not hot right now, it has been three days, and the corpse you hid under the wooden planks in the other courtyard is emitting a rotten smell."

"In addition to this stench, there is another stench that is even more disgusting. I'm afraid it is the bodies of Lin Jiu and Wen Jiu who disappeared a month ago and were killed by you!"

"As for that lady, it should actually be related to one of Lin Jiu and Wen Jiu!"

"You old monk, you keep saying that you are compassionate, but you can't even let people go to earth for peace. Where is the practice of meditation!"

Monk Shi Lian said with trembling lips, "How can you smell it, I have already wrapped them in canvas."

Hearing the words of the confession, Chuan Jiu's eyes were full of disbelief, and he quickly said, "Host, why, why did you kill them?"

Shi Lian lowered her head deeply, not daring to answer.

Mouri Kogoro said: "I'm afraid it's because of the uneven distribution of spoils. This temple is just close to the Izumo Taisha Shrine. The popularity and incense have been plundered by the Izumo Shrine. It's not easy to live in normal life!"

"And it's obviously a small temple for four people. Why should Lin Jiu and Wen Jiu go out to play? It's like Chuan Jiu, you are in the pedestrian street today, you just need to change your clothes. If you change the monk's robe, everyone will be treated as you are. The young man who specializes in bald heads won't say much!"

"Yi Rong, I am afraid that they obeyed your instructions, old monk, go down the mountain to loot, and then kill people after the loot is unevenly distributed!"

The old monk Shi Lian's expression immediately became very excited: "These two children I brought up with my own hands are all white-eyed wolves. I only took them on the sixth floor, and they actually started planning to kill me first, and then Took away all my savings over the years, fortunately, the Buddha was blessed, and I happened to hear them when they were planning."

"I'm just trying to do it first. How do I know that Lin Jiu still has a mother, and I didn't see Lin Jiu in the temple for many days and came to her door, so I just killed her without doing anything!"

After speaking, Shi Lian's face showed regret.

His face was full of gloom, his hands clasped together, and his body staggered to the ground: "Anita Buddha, once the box of evil thoughts is opened, it can't be closed again."

"Maybe I shouldn't have let them both out in the first place!"