The days of being a forensic doctor of salted fish in Rice Flower Town

Toru Amuro stood aside with a serious face and reasoned and analyzed the case with his heart, but I felt Xiaolan who was next to me tremble violently behind me, and then firmly clenched my hand.

I found her a little scared.

The sudden storm blocked the entire island. What Toru Amuro said just now means that we will spend this unpredictable rainstorm on the island together with the murderer hidden in the dark.

I don't know if the murderer will stop here...or...will lock on to the next target.

Everyone is worried about their own uncertain fate.

I vaguely heard someone sobbing. It turned out to be the magician's assistant lady. She wiped her tears and said:

"If the murderer can't be found, our lives are in danger. Who knows who will be the next victim?"

Detective Maori was most afraid of the cute little sister crying in front of him, so he quickly comforted him:

"Please don't worry, I will find the murderer as soon as possible. Before that, please stay in your room and don't come out. Lock the door to prevent any accidents."

Everyone present also expressed their agreement, and quickly said:

"It makes sense, it makes sense, listen to Maori detective."

But what Detective Maori said made my depressed mood even more depressed.

My blissful paid time off turned into quarantine time off.

Quarantine point - the three words most feared by people all over the world.

It's better to stay at home, watch dramas, eat snacks, sleep, grow flowers, grass and grass to bask in the sun!My neighbor, the old lady of the landlady, and I talked about it, and it was more interesting than retreating in the isolation point where the storm outside the window and the murderer inside the window had not been found.

Staying in the room without internet or snacks, accompanied only by the howling wind and rain on the isolated island.

I murmured, "Why why, what a happy vacation would turn out to be like this."

Conan muttered: "Why, why, how did the murder in the secret room come true."

Human sorrows and joys are not interlinked.

Xiaolan accompanied me back to their respective rooms. Before leaving, Anshi hesitated to speak, but he still kindly comforted me, saying:

"Don't worry, I will find the murderer."

I have no doubts about the detective level of the rice flower town specialty, I'm just moaning about my lost vacation.

I nodded perfunctorily at him, and sadly took heavy steps towards my isolation point.

"If you have any clues, please remember to contact me." Before the end of the show, Detective Maori wrote down his contact information for everyone present.

When it was given to the lovely assistant magician, Detective Maori smiled shyly in a very young way:

"If you are afraid, you can come to me."

I suspect that he just took the opportunity to leave the contact information of the beautiful assistant magician as a cover.

"Is there any problem? If not, everyone should go back to the room and lock the door first." Detective Maori urged everyone to go back to the room. After all, staying with an unknown murderer is indeed dangerous.

I raised my hand leisurely again:

"Well... I have another question"

Mr. Butler seems to be a prophet. Combined with my previous performance, he said to me with regret: "I really can't serve ice cream and apple pie this time."

"That's not the case." I said a little embarrassedly, "I want to ask... Can the small kitchen provide takeaway service?"

On behalf of the little kitchen chef only, Mr. Housekeeper offered me an immediate eviction service.

I sat on the sofa in the room and sighed silently. This is the first time I have sighed.

Because of the violent storm without warning, the island's communication equipment had failed half an hour ago.Fortunately, I have notified Police Officer Mumu before, and I hope he can hurry up and bring a lot of policemen to rescue me from this ghost place as soon as possible.

Mr. Steward said that the base station on the small island was built on the other side of the manor. It is not realistic to go out for repairs in this rainy weather, and the sea is windy, and there is no way to contact the repair personnel outside the small island to repair in time. It is said that everything must wait until the rainstorm stops before proceeding.

Although Mr. Steward looks dignified and indifferent, his mentality of taking pleasure in suffering is like that of an elderly man who has gone through vicissitudes.He said that although the communication equipment failed and the storm prevented the ship from sailing, Kidd, the ghost thief who was greedy for treasure, should not be able to enter the island.

The treasure should be safe for now.

But I patted him on the shoulder and kindly advised him that misfortunes never come singly.

Especially in the scene where Conan appears, bad things may not only appear in pairs, but also in groups.

For example, Kaitou Kidd, as far as I know, he is not a magician in the news, he should be called a magician.Even if one day he draws a circle casually and can reach another world by drilling through it, everyone will not be surprised, so it is best not to expect anything to hinder his pace.

I hope that Kaitou Kidd can appear, and then when he tries to take away the treasure, I can kneel down and hug his thigh, crying bitterly, trying to beg him to take me away together, I don’t know that his hang glider is enough Not enough to bear the weight of two people.

Now in this ghostly place that doesn’t even have internet, I can’t even chat remotely with Matsuda Jinpei. It’s really a painful thing to pass the time.

The night without the Internet is so cold and long, I dare not think about how to survive every second tonight.

I really want to know how the heroine slapped her ex-husband when she met her in the next episode of "The Temptation of Back to Mihua Town". I was so curious that I was heartbroken.

I was determined to look in my bag for any snacks left by me. If I had known this situation, I should have packed another bag of snacks and brought them.In the lonely night, only snacks are my last comfort.

I groped and fumbled, but couldn't find the packing bag at all, but came across a hard black cloth bag.

and many more!

This black cloth bag!

I suddenly realized that since the night when I discovered the murder, I had completely forgotten about it.

I carefully opened the cloth bag, revealing Miss Nana's diary inside.

This was originally what Xiaolan and I planned to give to Mrs. Hans, and it was precisely because of the return of the diary that we discovered Mrs. Hans who had already suffered a tragic death. In the sadness of the holiday, I completely forgot about the diary, so I put the diary in my bag and went back to my room in a daze.

So who should this diary be given to now?

I held my diary and fell into deep thought.

Mr. Butler?Or a Maori detective?

There may be some key information hidden in this diary, which will help solve the case.

Solving the case sooner means going home sooner.

Thinking of this, I immediately made up my mind.

Decided!Leave it to the most reliable detective in Mihua Town!

So I pressed the first three digits of the Maori detective's phone number.

But I pressed and pressed, and hesitated again.

After thinking about it, I deleted the number I just pressed, and I decided to call Amuro Toru's number.

He forced a phone number into me while eating a sandwich at Café Poirot on my first day, and now it finally came in handy, though I hope it never will.

I just pressed the first few digits, wanting to dial his phone number and tell him that Ms. Nana's diary is in my hand, hurry up, come quickly, and take it away.

Hurry up, give me, solve the case!

But I was negligent.

People should understand.Whether you are playing games or making phone calls, you should pay attention to whether there is anyone behind you.

I didn't realize that there was a tall figure slowly approaching behind me. The black shadow was approaching me little by little, gathering towards me, and enveloping my own shadow little by little. When the shadow.

It's too late.

Here comes the classic man in black with his little stick.

It's a pity that the target this time is not someone else.

A gust of wind hit, and before I had time to react, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of my head, and my brain shut down in an instant, as if someone was holding something like a wooden stick and attacked my back in an instant...

Before I could scream and struggle, or even think, the world was spinning, and darkness swept over me.

The earth was rising rapidly and hit me.

Before the pain in my body could reach my brain, I fell into the shackles of darkness, and finally I only saw a pair of familiar shoes passing by in front of my eyes.

I opened my mouth and wanted to call for help, but I couldn't make any sound.

Before I had time to tell who the shoes belonged to, I realized that I was about to lose consciousness, and even my fingers began to curl up feebly.

I can only curse silently in my head:

Depend on!Don't hit my wife on the head!

The author says:

Unexpectedly, everyone, the next one to be attacked is not someone else!It was Riko herself! !

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