Conan's self-cultivation of fake wine

Chapter 596: Respect for Talent
"Xiaoyou, just now by the river, besides the few of us, were there any other electronic devices?"

After returning to the hotel and saying goodnight to the Maori family, Lu Ren went back to his room and began to verify his previous guess.

He believed that Ran Maori must have seen something, but he did not believe that the thing she witnessed was the so-called kappa.

Even if it is, it must be someone else pretending to be him.

Koizumi Akako's family had spent generations searching the world for this legendary creature but couldn't find it, and yet he just ran into it so easily?
This is impossible no matter how you think about it.

Xiaoyou didn't let Lu Ren wait any longer and quickly gave the answer to the question.

[Yes. The owner of the signal is Mr. Nohira Bosuke.]

"Nodaira Bosuke?"

Lu Ren was stunned when he heard this. Nohira Bosuke was the curly-haired man who told them about the local kappa legend this afternoon.

The real Kappa that Mao Lilan saw turned out to be him. This was really beyond Lu Ren's expectation.

In his opinion, among the people he met this afternoon, the curly-haired man was the least likely to be up to mischief.

Because he had no direct relationship with the child who drowned more than ten years ago, unlike the other three who can always be linked.

What's the point of him playing kappa there so late at night?
It can't be that you are just entertaining yourself and trying out a new kind of cosplay, right?
In fact, Lu Ren is more inclined to believe that the curly-haired man appeared there for other purposes, and that it was just a pure coincidence that he was seen by Xiaolan and mistaken for a kappa.

Only this is the most reasonable explanation. Otherwise, this person is sick and runs to the riverside to cosplay as a kappa in the middle of the night without sleeping...

Of course, no matter which possibility it was, the curly-haired man's appearance there had nothing to do with them.

Unless this person had foresight and knew that they would run to the river to look for their cell phone tonight.

But this is obviously impossible. This person was not at the scene when Mao Lilan lost her phone.

Anyway... let’s talk about it later.

After writing this down in a small notebook, Lu Ren fell asleep.

……

The next morning, at seven in the morning.

Lu Ren, Mao Li and others went down to the restaurant on the first floor to have dinner.

After waiting for a while, people from other rooms came down to the restaurant one after another.

Lu Ren looked up and took a quick look, and found that apart from them, the other diners were the same people he had met yesterday afternoon.

The number of customers is so sparse that one can't help but wonder how this store survives.

After the hotel receptionist, chef and waiter brought the food, Maori opened the disposable chopsticks and took the initiative to start a conversation with a smile.

"My daughter said she saw a kappa last night."

"Kappa?"

"Yeah. It was by the river yesterday afternoon." Maori took a mouthful of rice and said vaguely, "But I guess she mistook something like a branch for a kappa. After all, this child has been afraid of..."

"It's really there!" Mao Lilan retorted loudly.

Although Mao Lilan was comforted by Mao Li and Lu Ren at that time, she was also shaken and doubted whether she had seen it wrong.

But when she returned to her room, lay on the bed, covered herself with the quilt and closed her eyes, the humanoid creature naturally appeared in her mind again.

The more Mao Lilan recalled, the more certain she became that what she saw at that time was definitely not a branch or a small animal.

Conan also deeply understands this.

He also believed that Xiaolan might have really seen something last night, otherwise she wouldn't have come knocking on his door in the middle of the night and insisted on sleeping with him in her arms.

As a result, he didn't sleep well last night.

But before he could support Xiaolan, the fat boy sitting across from him asked first: "Could it be... a ghost?"

Ghost? Conan was very confused. Aren't all kappas physical? Where did the term "ghost" come from?

"Okay, let's stop talking about Kappa here." The curly-haired man interrupted the discussion loudly, "Otherwise that uncle will come down and yell at us again. I don't want to be kicked out because of something like this."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a rather hurried sound of footsteps behind him. Then, the wooden door was pushed open, and the hotel receptionist, waiter, and chef leaned against the door frame, looking panicked and shouting out of breath: "Oh no! The boss, the boss..."

"Um?!"

Upon hearing the sound, everyone stopped eating and turned to look at the waiter.

Maori: "What happened to Mr. Numayama? Don't panic, explain clearly."

"he died."

"What?" Mao Li jumped up from his chair. "Where is it? Take me there!"

It must be admitted that the sense of oppression brought by an adult male with a serious expression and a height of at least 1.8 meters approaching people quickly is really strong.

But because of this, the hotel receptionist who had been panicking before calmed down. "The attic, he likes to stay there when he has nothing to do. Just now I went up to call him for dinner, and I found that the boss had fallen to the ground."

The few of them chatted as they walked, and soon arrived at the attic that the front desk had mentioned.

There, the attic door was open to the outside, and the bald boss fell to the ground, soaking wet.

There was a puddle of water under him and a dirty, old pair of children's shoes was placed next to his head.

When you get closer, you can smell a pungent and strong odor from him.

To put it bluntly, this man looked like he had drowned in a cesspool.

Lu Ren was so horrified that he had to wear a mask. His sense of smell was extremely sensitive. The environment at the scene was particularly unfriendly to him.

Maori held his breath, half squatted down and reached out to feel the bald boss's breath.

The next moment he turned around and shook his head slightly at everyone.

"Call the police."

The bright sunshine shines into the house. Just as Xiaopang had said before, this attic is the highest point in the village. Standing here and looking out the window, you can have a panoramic view of the surrounding scenery.

But now no one has the heart to enjoy the scenery. An unspeakable haze hangs over everyone's heart.

It goes without saying that a murder had occurred here.

He was soaking wet and there was a strong pungent smell. If you told people it was an accidental death, no one would believe it.

But not everything is true. For example, Ran Mouri now looks terrified. She hugs Conan and says that it is the work of an evil spirit, which successfully scares the other tenants.

Hearing this, Lu Ren couldn't help but cough, and pretended to walk out of the room and start calling the police, avoiding Conan's slightly aggrieved gaze.

Half an hour later, Gunma police arrived at the scene.

After officially arriving at the stinking attic, Shancuncao, without saying a word, covered his nose and asked his forensic doctor to take the body for autopsy.

Anyway, he couldn't continue to lie here. Otherwise, the working environment would be too bad.

As for the forensic doctor, he had to dissect such a corpse.

Well...those who are capable should do more work!

He Shancuncao has always respected such professional and technical talents.

Just like now, Shancun Cao pulled Mao Li and asked expectantly, "Mr. Mao Li, do you know who the murderer is?"

"How is that possible?" Mao Li's face darkened, and he shook off Shancuncao's pulling and tugging, "Let's wait for the autopsy results to come out first."

Under normal circumstances, Maori would first perform a simple autopsy to roughly determine the cause of death.

But today, he chose to respect professional and technical talents together with Shancuncao.

Professional work should be done by professionals. He should not meddle in other people's business and intervene rashly.