The Split-Actress in Conan's World

"Wow!"

Everyone exclaimed when they heard this breaking news.

Although that's what the newspapers said, most of them didn't hold out hope.

After all, it's too precious.

"But," As expected, Kanaya Hiroyuki quickly changed the subject, "Before that, I would like to ask you to prove how well you know Sherlock Holmes."

"Proof?" asked Ayato Ooki, one of the college couple.

"The waitress will now hand out a thousand-question questionnaire about Sherlock Holmes to everyone!"

"One, a thousand?!"

Several people were shocked by this terrifying number.

Kanaya Hiroyuki said with a smile: "The deadline for submitting the papers is before tomorrow's dinner, and only those with a total score of 990 or above can participate in the reasoning quiz after dinner."

The mustache-wearing man, Fujisawa Toshiaki, sweatdropped: "What if I can't get above 990 points?"

"Hehe, of course..."

"Get out of my hotel right now!" Kanaya Hiroyuki roared fiercely.

"Such an unrighteous person has no right to stay here."

His sudden change of expression surprised everyone.

"To be cautious, I would like to ask everyone to hand over their mobile phones and reference books to the waitress. I don't want to see anyone cheating."

He waved the device in his hand triumphantly: "It doesn't matter if you don't hand it in, because there are cameras and bugs everywhere in the room to monitor you. Anyone who cheats will be given 0 points. Is that clear?"

Maori Kogoro was completely dejected and raised his hand weakly: "Hey, do I have to take this test too?"

"No, you are a special guest and you just need to give a speech at the end." Hiroyuki Kanaya smiled very kindly.

The uncle breathed a sigh of relief.

Conan held the question he had just received and asked expectantly, "As long as I score more than 990 points, can I also participate?"

"Yeah." Kanaya Hiroyuki nodded.

Conan walked away satisfied, with the flame of fighting spirit burning in his eyes.

Lin Chiyu ignored all this mess and went back to the room long ago.

Of course the cell phone was not handed in.

If he remembered correctly, the boss was bluffing and all the cameras and eavesdropping devices were fake.

If he had that kind of extra funds, he wouldn't have needed to use the book as a gimmick to attract people to the hotel.

He pulled out his cell phone, sent a few messages, and when he received the answers he wanted, he turned off the lights and prepared to go to bed.

Are you talking about those topics?

The boss will be gone tomorrow, so it’s better not to write.

What's more, even if Kanaya Hiroyuki hadn't died, he would not have been able to give the book away.

That's his cash cow.

And Rin Chiyu doesn't need it either.

Silent all night.

The next morning, Lin Chiyu went downstairs to have breakfast and then started walking around the hotel.

After searching around, I couldn't find a gym.

"Hey, good morning, little brother named Lin."

Hattori Heiji walked down the stairs, looking in good spirits.

It looked like he hadn't done the test at all.

“The view from my room is of a nice beach.”

The scenery around here is really quite nice. Rin Chiyu took a walk along the beach while checking the garage.

Logically speaking, with such a sea view, this hotel shouldn't have such a bad business.

Unfortunately, the traffic here is so bad, there is only one bicycle lane, and the location is very remote, so more people choose to go to Hokkaido for fun.

In addition, the boss, Hiroyuki Kanaya, really didn't understand operations and only knew how to rely on the first edition of "A Study in Scarlet".

However, Lin Chiyu has no interest in teaching him how to do business.

"Do you know how to play mahjong?" he asked Hattori Heiji.

"Ah?" Hattori touched his nose and smiled awkwardly, "I only know a little."

Since I don't plan to do the exercises, I have to use this kind of entertainment to kill time. Fortunately, there is at least a chess and card room in this hotel.

Together with Maori and his daughter, the four of them started playing mahjong.

It's just that these three men didn't realize what they were fighting against.

"Touch yourself."

"Oh, it's wrong again."

"Eh, Tianhu?"

Following another game of Kokushi Wushuang by Mao Lilan, the three grown men with notes stuck on their faces chose to end this boring game.

"Maybe Xiaolan can get rich by playing professionally." Lin Chiyu tore off the note on his face and complained.

"Brother Shakuha, stop joking." After a few games, their relationship became much closer, and Mao Li Ran learned to call Sonoko the same way.

"No, I don't think Rin-san is joking at all." Hattori Heiji was still doubting his life.

"After all, Xiaolan's luck has always been scary good..." Uncle Maori also had a sad face. He lost the most. There was almost no flesh color on his face, only white slips of paper.

"By the way, I haven't seen Conan. Is he still in the room?" Rin Chiyu asked casually.

"That kid went crazy when he met Sherlock Holmes. He stayed up late last night to fill out the questionnaire. He should still be catching up on sleep now, right?" Uncle Maori blew a breath, and a few pieces of paper fell to the ground.

"Forget about him. I think we should play poker!" He wiped his face clean and picked up a deck of cards from the table next to him.

"But I don't know much about poker." Mao Lilan was a little embarrassed.

"Just watch from the sidelines. Now is the men's time." Uncle Maori kicked the big devil out of the battle easily and started dealing cards.

Ran Mouri stuck out her tongue and went back to her room to see if Conan had woken up from hunger.

The time suddenly came to 8 o'clock in the evening.

Without Mao Lilan, the three grown men fought against each other evenly for the whole afternoon and had a lot of fun.

After putting away everything, they went downstairs to the dining room together to prepare for dinner.

Apart from anything else, the food in this hotel is quite good. The portions are sufficient and the taste is good. Since it is close to the sea, they are also generous with the seafood.

"I feel so full!" Uncle Maori drank the last can of beer, then lay down on the chair, holding his stomach with satisfaction.

Fujisawa Toshiaki picked up his napkin and wiped his mouth. He looked up at the clock and said, "It's already this late. Why hasn't the hotel owner come out?"

"Hurry up and ask him to come out and mark the papers." Ooki Ayako also urged, taking out a questionnaire filled with answers.

The crew-haired man named Kawazu Ikuo laughed and said, "He must be planning to show up suddenly and scare us, just like in the novels."

Hattori Heiji propped his chin up in boredom.

He used his precious vacation time to participate in this event and thought he could meet Kudo, but in the end he only ran into his neighbor and classmate.

Although it’s nice to meet some new friends, it’s still a bit regrettable.

Seeing that the guests were getting impatient, the waitress quickly said, "My master wants me to entertain you until he comes in after dinner."

"In other words, his late appearance was unexpected?" Lin Chiyu asked calmly.

"Well, I think..." The waitress was not sure.

Seeing the time passing by little by little, it was almost ten o'clock. Maori Kogoro stood up, holding his stomach, and said in a drunken manner: "Okay! Then let's go find his trace together, as a warm-up for the reasoning activity!"

"That's a good idea, uncle!" Hattori Heiji agreed and stood up together.

"It's better than just waiting here."

The others were also persuaded and left the restaurant.

Lin Chiyu called out to everyone who was walking out of the door: "Wait!"

They looked back in confusion.

"Look over there." He pointed to the window opposite his seat. It was dark outside the window, but a blurry black shadow could be vaguely seen moving slowly.

"Is that... the car we took when we came here?" Ooki Ayako walked to the window and saw the black shadow.

"Not good!" Hattori Heiji and Conan reacted the fastest. They rushed forward at the same time, climbed out of the window, and ran towards the car.

"That direction is the sea cliff!"

"What?!" Uncle Maori was so shocked that he sobered up a lot and chased after him immediately.

As the car slid forward, its speed began to gradually increase.

"The hotel owner is inside!" Hattori started running and saw Hiroyuki Kanaya in the driver's seat through the car window. He was dressed as Sherlock Holmes, holding the steering wheel, and ignoring the outside world.

clap clap!

"Uncle boss! What are you doing? Brake quickly, or you will fall down!" Hattori Heiji slammed the car window desperately, his face turning red with anxiety.

hateful!

Conan could only run at his feet, unable to touch the car window at all, and unable to see the situation inside the car clearly.

Just by listening to Hattori Heiji's voice, you can tell that the situation is not good!

But his keen hearing came in handy.

what sound?

Doesn't sound like an engine...

In the end, the car had accelerated to a speed that they could not catch up with at all, and they could only watch it plummet off the cliff.

call out--

boom! ! !

The car crashed onto the rocks below the cliff, bursting into flames.

Others were rushed out of the hotel one after another.

"What happened?"

Hattori Heiji gritted his teeth as another person died right before his eyes.

"The innkeeper is dead!"

He stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the tragic scene below: "The boss dressed as Sherlock Holmes was right in front of me just now..."

"Follow this car and fall off the cliff."

"How could this be, the master..." The waitress covered her mouth in horror.

"It must be suicide." Kogoro Mouri yawned and glanced into the sea.

"He must be reluctant to let you get the first edition of Sherlock Holmes, so he rushed down with the book."

Rinshakuha reminded: "It is still unclear whether he has the book with him, Mr. Maori."

Kogoro Maori glanced at him with his half-moon eyes.

"I think the boss was murdered!" said Tojukento, the male student in the college couple excitedly.

"I saw the car sliding down. The speed was quite slow. All you had to do was kill the boss first and get him into the car, then shift the gear to forward, and the car would automatically slide forward."

"And it's very likely that it was done in the garage!"

Fujisawa Toshiaki suddenly realized: "That's right, the murderer only needs to wait in the restaurant and pretend to hear the explosion and come to check the situation, and he will have a perfect alibi!"

"So the murderer is among us?"

"Yeah, that should be it." Tojuken closed his eyes and poked his glasses with his index finger, feeling so handsome.

"Then how do you explain the car's sudden acceleration in the middle of the journey?" Hattori Heiji frowned and spoke in a sharp tone.

"Obviously, the car did not accelerate linearly, but rather had a significant acceleration in the middle, which is not something that can be achieved by the method you mentioned."

"It would only work if he stepped on the accelerator himself. Look, I said it was suicide, right?" Uncle Maori spread his hands. "You have read too many mystery novels. There are not so many strange cases in reality."

Hu Juyan was repeatedly sabotaged and murmured softly.

"It's a stretch to call it suicide," Conan stroked his chin and came back from the edge of the cliff. "Hey, Hattori, did you see anything strange through the car window?"

"I seemed to hear a very strange sound, not like an engine."

Giving Conan a strange look, Hattori recalled: "Now that you mention it, there was indeed a sound like wind, and the dashboard in the car was covered with a blanket."

"Ah, that must be the cold air from the air conditioner! It was probably not turned off originally, but it turned on automatically when the engine was started." The flat-headed man Ikuo Kawazu guessed.

"Indeed, the weather has been very hot recently, and the air conditioner in the car was on all the way when we came here." Nanako Shimizu, a short-haired girl who has always had a low presence, also agreed.

Fujisawa Toshiaki lit a cigarette for himself: "What the hell, why is it so troublesome to commit suicide? And even dress up as Sherlock Holmes. Do you think you can be resurrected like him?"

"What a pity..." Shimizu Nanako sighed, "That Sherlock Holmes suit."

"Anyway, the body can't be found for the time being, so let's call the police first and everyone go inside and wait for the police to arrive," suggested Kogoro Mouri.

"Is it really air conditioning?" Lin Chiyu said softly.

"Huh?" Several people looked over when they heard the sound.

"The air conditioner in the car has more than just cooling function, right? Or is it that someone is taking advantage of the situation and trying to disrupt everyone's thinking with inertial thinking?" He looked meaningfully at the marks left by the car on the mud.

"Conan, what are you doing? Why are you staring at the wheel marks?" Ran Mouri followed his gaze and found Conan squatting there looking at something.

"I'm looking for something...it hurts!" Conan responded casually, but suddenly he cried out in pain and sat on the ground holding his head.

"Hiss, you little brat have such a stubborn head, how come I bumped into you again!" Hattori Heiji touched his forehead and his eyelids twitched.

and many more......

again?

"I was just checking to see if the air conditioner was really turned on!" Conan protested, holding his head.

I ran into this guy last time when I was looking for clues.

Hattori Heiji was stunned for a moment. Instead of leaving Conan to Mouri Ran like last time, he quietly observed this strange kid.

"It's too dark, I can't see clearly." Conan lay back on the ground, muttering to himself.

"How about this?" Ooki Ayako squatted behind him, holding a lighter in her hand, and smiled gently, "Two young detectives?"

"Oh, thanks." Hattori Heiji turned around and gave her a thank you smile.

Rin Shakuha walked silently to a corner and called Inspector Megure.

When he came back after calling the police, he found that they were already preparing to return to the hotel.

"If you want to call the police, the boss has taken the phone away, right?"

The flat-headed man Kawazu Ikuo asked the waitress: "Where did you put your cell phone?"

"It should be in the master's room."

Several people hurried back.

Lin Chiyu looked down at his cell phone, was silent for a moment, put it in his pocket, and followed as if nothing had happened.

"Hey, you two, don't be alone!" Uncle Maori shouted at the two people, one big and one small, who were still looking at the tire tracks.