Conan's self-cultivation of fake wine

Chapter 452

"Xiao Ai, do you want to watch it together?"

After struggling for a moment, Lu Ren extended an invitation to Huiyuan.

Anyway, he is still in the review stage and has no plans to write for the time being.

Even if there are no extra stools in the room, the two of them can sit on the edge of the bed and start watching from the beginning together.

At this stage when the Internet is not yet developed and smartphones are temporarily gone, Lu Ren is also worried that Haiyuan will be bored if he is alone.

But now the blizzard outside is getting worse, and going out at this time is obviously not a good choice.

"No need." Haiyuan seemed to be moving, but finally shook his head. "Work is urgent."

"Let's read it together." Lu Ren did not continue to ask, but directly took the manuscript and sat next to Hui Yuan.

"Maybe you can give me some advice."

"I haven't written a novel either."

"It doesn't matter if you haven't written it before. The key to mystery novels is reasoning, and other elements are just embellishments. Xiao Ai, your reasoning ability is not bad. Maybe you can deduce a more complete murder method from the evidence you originally left behind. .”

"Then you should call Edogawa over. He has very strong reasoning ability, and he especially likes to read mystery novels."

"Then he and I sit on the bed and read together?"

"No, let's forget it." After imagining that scene, Haiyuan gave up the idea instantly.

"I'm kidding, that's not the reason why I don't ask him for help. It's just because he becomes extremely opinionated when it comes to reasoning."

Lu Ren looked at the falling snow outside the window, "It's understandable, after all, he is a detective. In the detective profession, in addition to strong curiosity, you must also have enough self-confidence to support it."

"But he has his pride, and I have mine. After all, he has never written a book. Being able to reason and being able to write mystery novels can never be simply equated with the two."

"I have solved a large number of cases, and I am also engaged in related writing work. I still find it difficult to write a book. He will step in to give opinions and interfere with my ideas. The layman will guide the expert, and this book will eventually become a What does it look like?”

"Well, yes."

In fact, Haiyuan felt that Conan might not be as dictating as Lu Ren said.

Conan has never written a book, but he has a father who is an author. He has been influenced by it since he was a child, so he should be aware of the author's taboos.

It's just... not necessary.

What reason does she have to refute Lu Ren's point of view for Conan's sake.

friendship? almost none. Especially after the ugly showdown that night, she never thought about repairing her relationship with Conan.

Taking a step back, even if she has some friendship with Conan, she is willing to vouch for him. But she had never asked Conan before if he was interested in writing a book.

Maybe he wasn't interested in writing a book at all, which is equally possible.

There is no need to make trouble for yourself.

Huiyuan just didn't expect that Lu Ren would be so determined on this matter.

She knew a long time ago that Lu Ren was a very independent and even stubborn person.

But this is limited to a very small number of things that he really cares about. For most things in daily life, his attitude is indifferent.

Show that you are easy-going, easy to talk to, and just let others make decisions.

"Brother Ren, you seem to value this book very much."

"Well, I'm quite interested in writing, but I never have enough time."

After all, writing was the first skill he advanced to master. Coupled with the accumulation of time and persistent practice, Lu Ren is still quite confident in this.

Although it is still not up to the level of its predecessor where you can pick up at your fingertips, splash ink, and turn out to be a wonderful article every time you write it.

However, after painstaking study and unremitting scrutiny, the articles he wrote when he was at his best also reached a very high level.

As for whether he is in good condition or not, he has a refreshing fragrance...

Then, Lu Ren's voice became lower, "If we are free in the future, I might become a writer. Although the book in our hands is just a continuation, it can also be regarded as my understanding of the writer's path. A preliminary attempt.”

"so."

"Yeah." Seeing Haiyuan's tight and serious look, Lu Ren smiled and rubbed her head, "But this is all for the future, there is no use thinking about it now. Relax, no need So nervous."

Writing is important, but it is unnecessary to put an excessive psychological burden on Haiyuan.

After all, he proposed to read a book with Haiyuan just to make the latter less bored in the room.

"Ah."

Lu Ren turned the manuscript to the first page, and the two of them read it from the beginning.

After a while, Haiyuan asked: "Brother Ren, am I watching a little slowly?"

"No, this shows that you are looking at it carefully."

"Ah."

One big and one small stood next to each other, quietly reading the same book. This rare moment of silence seems to slow down time.

……

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Lu Ren's phone suddenly rang. Haiyuan was stunned for a moment. After looking at the time on the wall, he folded the page he just read with some regret.

Before this, she actually didn't read much novels, let alone mystery novels.

But for some reason, she had been fascinated by it before.

When Lu Ren's phone rang, she realized that she had been reading here for more than two hours.

"Yeah, okay." Lu Ren hung up the phone, "Xiao Ai, call the doctor and the others to go have dinner together. Are you hungry?"

"good."

The two of them knocked on the door separately to call out the other people in the room, and went to the restaurant of the cabin to eat together.

On the way to pick up the food, Lu Ren and the others bumped into the previous students from the Fine Arts University, but they didn't see the mean female college student.

The remaining three people stood in the middle aisle of the restaurant, not knowing what they were talking about, and looking very anxious.

While Conan was quite curious about this and stopped to watch, Lu Ren had already found a table to sit down and started to wolf down the food in his mouth.

The ferocity of the food made Haiyuan a little worried, "Brother Ren, eat slowly and don't choke. I'll get you a bowl of soup again."

"Well, that's troublesome."

After queuing up again in Haibara for a bowl of miso soup, the doctor had already started chatting with several college students and learned from them what happened.

The companion of these college students, Miss Sakuko, was nowhere to be seen when meal time came. I searched several places but couldn't find it, and I couldn't get through the phone.

It is very possible that he ran outside the cabin, but the problem now is that there is a blizzard outside at the moment, the cold wind is howling and the visibility is quite low. It is very dangerous to go out rashly.

No one knows why she chose this time to run out of the cabin.

After learning of the emergency, Mr. Kudo Shinichi, an enthusiastic citizen, immediately extended a helping hand.

"You go look in front of the cabin, and we'll go behind the cabin. Let's split up."

As soon as he finished speaking, Conan felt a tap on the top of his head, and then heard a familiar voice.

"What are you going to do? I haven't seen what the weather is like outside. I just stay indoors and eat."

"But Brother Ren, someone is missing now!" Conan emphasized, trying to make Lu Ren realize the seriousness of the matter.

"Even so, it's not something you kids should worry about!" Lu Ren's voice suddenly became a bit stern.

"Call the police and organize a search and rescue team. In this weather outside, you kids run out rashly. If one of you gets lost, should I look for her or you? If something goes wrong, how can I talk to your parents? Explain?"

Conan still wanted to say something, but Lu Ren waved his hand and did not give him a chance to speak. Instead, he directly said to the square-faced man of the trio: "I probably know what happened, and we will look for it separately as before."

"I'll go to the back door of the cabin, and you guys go to the front door." Lu Ren took out his business card and handed it to the square-faced man. "Leave each other's phone numbers. Whoever finds out first will call the other party."

The square-faced man accepted the business card and said, "Just keep it mine. My name is Kiyama Tōji, and my mobile phone number is..."

"OK." After entering his mobile phone number into the address book, Lu Ren looked at Dr. A Li, "Doctor, keep an eye on them and don't let them get out."

"Yeah. Don't worry."

After receiving the assurance, Lu Ren briefly explained the situation to the staff at the ski resort and walked out of the cabin.

As soon as he went out, the howling cold wind carried snowflakes and fell on his face, almost driving Lu Ren back into the house.

"This storm is really big." Lu Ren calmed down and closed the door again, "This job is really hard to do."

I looked around at the white surroundings and saw that the visibility was less than half a meter in front of me, which was no different than being blind with my eyes open.

Not to mention finding someone, you also need a poor sense of direction. If you are not careful, you may get lost in the storm.

In such dangerous weather, no matter what Conan said, Lu Ren would not allow Conan to take a few children out to fool around. Conan himself might have learned rescue knowledge and skills in Hawaii. Even if he becomes a child now, he still has the ability to protect himself.

But the three of them definitely don't have 500 words, and it's impossible to teach them this in school.

This kind of weather pulled them all out. While looking for someone, they had to take care of a few burdensome people. Whoever likes to do such troublesome things will do it.

Standing at the door of the wooden house, Lu Ren did not immediately start looking for the missing college student, let alone call her name loudly.

He knew in his heart that when these four people took the initiative to contact Conan and his group, the life of one of them had already come to an end in advance.

Now is just a time to test the results of the Death. To put it simply, it is to look for the corpse of the deceased.

He is mean and offends all the other people in the small team as soon as he opens his mouth. In addition, it is also an extremely bad stormy weather.

No matter how he said it, Lu Ren couldn't find the slightest reason why Miss Shuozi was still alive.

What he really wants to do now is to find out who is the murderer among those three people.

Lu Ren scanned the environment around the cabin, and the information he got was the same as the previous snowstorm cases, that is, there was basically no information.

The continuous storm covered all traces.

Friends who have killed people know that killing is not difficult, but destroying the body and removing traces is difficult.

And this kind of stormy weather is undoubtedly a good helper for covering up traces. When the heavy snow blows, all footprints and drag marks will be covered.

But no matter how you cover up the traces, one thing will not change.

Whether the deceased is active or passive, if he wants to leave the cabin and go outside, he must go through one of the front or back doors.

As for whether it is possible to jump out directly from the window. Lu Ren raised his head and glanced at the second floor, which was four to five meters tall. He felt that the difficulty level was a bit high for college students.

Moreover, it is daytime, so the movement of jumping from the building is not small, and it is very likely to be discovered. Risks and returns are not proportional.

Of course, it’s hard to say. In a Storm Villa case that Lu Ren had previously handled, the murderer made a slide rail using ropes, hung the body on it, and let it slide all the way down from the second floor.

But this operation was even more difficult. The murderer that time was the granddaughter of a magic master. She had been tinkering with various props since she was a child, and her own magic skills were not weak.

Lu Ren didn't think these college students could compare with the magician.

Let's consider this as an alternative.

Lu Ren took a few steps forward and discovered an anomaly.

The snowman that the three of them had built together in the past five hundred words had collapsed.

If that's all, it wouldn't be a problem, after all, it's very windy now.

But the question is, where is the snowman’s head?

All that fell to the ground was the snowman's body and the fruit that served as the snowman's facial features. The snowman's head was missing.

Lu Ren has also built a snowman. According to his experience, even if the quality of the snowman made by the five hundred and three people is not very reliable, it will probably break into several pieces when the wind blows and falls to the ground.

After all, the snow itself will provide a buffer, and the snowball itself has a high density after being continuously squeezed. If it falls to the ground, it should at least leave some traces instead of disappearing completely.

"Before the dead man's head was found, the snowman's head disappeared first."

It's possible that after falling to the ground, it was blown away by the wind. After all, it was a ball.

Lu Ren quickly thought of this possibility and then overturned it.

If that were the case, then it would be impossible for all of the fruits that served as the snowman’s features to stay where they were.

There will always be fruits that are rolled away by the snowballs.

Or maybe the murderer accidentally stepped on it?
  No, not right.

If this were the case, then these fruits should not remain intact like this.

So the question is, why did the murderer deliberately destroy the snowman’s head?
  Lu Ren thought for a while and couldn't find a reasonable answer, so he temporarily put it behind him.

Because there is another possibility that the snowman's head was not destroyed by the murderer.

Before coming out, Lu Ren asked the lady at the front desk. During the snowstorm, sporadic visitors still entered the cabin.

These were people who listened to the radio warning but still didn't take it seriously. It wasn't until the storm got worse that they had to come back.

There are not many such people, but they do exist.

Therefore, it is possible that these people destroyed the snowman’s head.

On the contrary, the graduation works of the college students not far away are quite good.

Lu Ren glanced at it and didn't pay much attention. He stood up and looked for Miss Shuozi again.

A quarter of an hour later, Lu Ren found the missing Miss Shuozi. As expected, this person was floating in the lake at the bottom of the slope.

This lake is also considered a famous attraction in the Gunma Prefecture ski resort. Because no matter how cold the weather is, this lake will never freeze.

It is said that the bottom of the lake is connected to the hot spring.

The storm was also a little smaller at this time. After calling the police, Lu Ren first called the square-faced man Kiyama Kaoji, and then called Haiyuan to report that he was safe.

Of course, halfway through the final call, the voice on the other end of the phone became Conan's.

Lu Ren briefly explained the situation to him and reported his location.

He also told him that the snowstorm outside was much lighter now, and that if he wanted to, he could come out and see for himself.

Of course, it was only for him alone, and the three brats couldn't come out with him.

Conan agreed wholeheartedly, and then the voice on the other end of the phone changed back to Xiao Ai's voice.

Lu Ren estimated that he would be able to see Conan in a while. After all, it was not far from the cabin. It would take three to five minutes to walk and it would be faster to run here.

"Brother Ren, is the deceased floating in the lake in the back mountain?" Haiyuan asked on the phone.

"Ah."

"The deceased should have gone out through the back door of the wooden house."

"It should be, after all, it's the closest way. The front door is also possible, but there's no need to go around in circles."

Conan and the square-faced man basically arrived at the scene at the same time.

After seeing the body of the deceased with her own eyes, Miss Mahua, whose legs and feet were not very flexible, soon began to cry.

Mushan comforted her in a low voice, and Banqiao who was accompanying her seemed to also want to comfort her, but after seeing Mushan next to Mahua, he finally said nothing.

This Mahua lady is quite popular.

Well, it was quite sad to cry.

But it’s useless, maybe it’s crocodile tears.

The lack of flexibility in her legs and feet that she showed was probably just an act to avoid being suspected of murder.

Lu Ren has seen too many examples of this kind in the past, and it has almost become a routine routine.

Of course, it would not be justified if she was determined to be the murderer just because of this.

Lu Ren did not give these college students any more time to grieve or comfort.

Instead, they directly asked about the alibi of the three people.

Square-faced man: "I stay in the house all the time."

Ma Hua nodded, "Me too."

"What about you, Mr. Banqiao?"

Banqiao hesitated for a while, "I kept building a snowman outside and didn't go back inside until it was close to dinner time."

Ok?
  Lu Ren couldn't help but confirm again, "Have you been building snowmen outside? This snowstorm is so big."

"Yeah. It's precisely because of the severity of the storm that I have to stay outside to prevent the storm from accidentally destroying the snowman I built."

"It's really hard on you." Lu Ren comforted him and pretended to be casual, "That's right, the snowman built by my children was blown down by the wind."

"Yeah, it's such a pity." Banqiao echoed.

"Yeah, it's a pity." Lu Ren glanced at his phone, "There's almost enough time."

"Huh? What time?" Conan was a little confused.

Lu Ren smiled and rubbed his head, "How long does it take to find the murderer before Yamamura Cao comes."

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(End of this chapter)