Be the god of death in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 163 The Journey of Sherlock Holmes
When Xiu Nian returned to the confinement room in a daze, Kogoro Mori was already "sleeping".

But fortunately, Conan's reasoning show is only halfway through - he is still giving the police popular science questions to explain why the wall was easily broken so big.

After Xiu Nian came to the scene, she lowered her head and explained everything: Zhong Nian is his biological brother. Two years ago, after receiving the news of Zhong Nian's bizarre suicide, Xiu Nian had doubts about it, so she specially transferred her name to the Shanni Temple.

Day after day of investigation, let him figure out the murderer's method of killing Zhong Nian.But he was still not sure who the killer was.

Until yesterday, when the old monk learned that Mori Kogoro was a detective who might solve the mystery of the "suicide" two years ago, his excessive reaction caught Xiu Nian's attention.

He deliberately got the old monk drunk and led him to tell the truth. After confirming that he was the one who killed Zhongnian, he killed the old monk with the same method.

The physical evidence was already in place, and the prisoner also jumped out voluntarily. Xiu Nian was taken into the police car, ready to be taken back to the police station for further investigation.

Kogoro Mori's stranded car was also freed. Mumu helped him find a trailer, and let them go down the mountain with the police car and go home smoothly.

Xiaolan was depressed for a few days because of what happened to Zhongnian, Xiunian and Kikuno. Conan was a little distressed, and then comforted her in his own way.

——Two days later, Conan held an invitation letter and approached Xiaolan with a smile on his face, "Sister Xiaolan, I have been drawn!"

"Huh? Congratulations." Xiao Lan was chopping vegetables, when she heard this, she put down the knife to wipe her hands, knelt down and took the envelope, "What is this?"

"You'll know when you take it apart and take a look." Conan proudly put his hands behind his head.

He really wanted to show off, but because he was so happy, he held back for a few seconds, and couldn't help but say it before Xiaolan opened the package:
"It's an invitation ticket for Sherlock Holmes' trip! I heard that more than 100 people signed up, and the probability of being selected is less than one tenth!"

Although Xiaolan has won many prizes of one percent, one thousandth, one ten thousandth, and even one hundred thousandth, she still patted Conan's head and praised sincerely, "Conan awesome!"

The last time I went out, I was trapped halfway by a flat tire, and that kind of tragedy happened later, Xiaolan actually wanted to go out for a walk and change her mood.

Moreover, Holmes is Shinichi's favorite character, and she also unconsciously wants to know more about it.

Not to mention Conan, even if Mori Kogoro didn't let him go, he might still climb through the window in the middle of the night to take part in the trip.

Of course, Mori Kogoro was not interested in this matter at all, and Holmes was worth a bottle of beer to him.

Facing the two faces full of interest, he waved his hands boldly, "I invited my friends to watch the horse race on the weekend, why don't you go by yourself?"

"But it says, 'For safety reasons, minors must be accompanied by adults', and I'm not yet an adult." Xiaolan sighed.

"Adult? In that case..."

Mori Kogoro had an idea, and looked at Shiroki who was lying dead on the sofa next to him.

For the first time, he felt that this assistant was very useful.

……

On the weekend of that week, Bai Shu held his bag, sat in the van with "Holmes Travel Group" on it, and headed all the way to the hotel.

He actually wanted Mori Kogoro to gain fame, but the other party really didn't have the slightest interest in it, and he was so lazy that he didn't even want to come.

Torn between increasing his performance and making Mori Kogoro more famous, Bai Shu chose the former.

——The big deal is that after solving the case, I will boast about the good teaching of Mori Kogoro: All the assistants under him are so good, and I must be even more powerful.

The vehicle moved forward steadily. Apart from the hotel staff who were driving and a few of them, there were two men and a woman sitting in the car.

Although they were all strangers, they quickly chatted together because they had a clear common topic.

After driving in the mountains for nearly two hours, the car finally came to an exquisite hotel.Another van followed, bringing the remaining participants.

The owner of this hotel is the initiator of this Sherlock Holmes trip.

He was a fat middle-aged man with a big beer belly, wearing Sherlock Holmes's signature clothes, holding an unlit pipe in his hand, and said loudly:
"Welcome everyone, I am the innkeeper who planned this trip—Jin Gu. All the people gathered here today are Sherlock fans who have passed my strict screening. Please open your hearts and communicate as much as you want!"

There was crackling applause in the hotel.

After the boss introduces himself, the others take turns introducing themselves.

Just as Conan finished saying his name, he was surrounded by a group of fanatical fans with bright eyes, "Your name is Conan?"

"Conan of Conan Doyle?"

"so cute!"

Conan was in a great mood, smiling all over his face, letting a group of uncles and aunts surround him and touch his head.

Not far away, Xiaolan was looking at him with a smile, and casually told Bai Shu next to him, "Conan always looks like a little adult, and I'm still a little worried. Now seeing his innocent appearance, I don't know what to do." It’s finally reassuring.”

Bai Shu nodded, "That's right, it's just that he's naive and different from other kids, he's actually Sherlock Holmes..." It stands to reason that first-grade kids probably haven't even read all Chinese characters yet.

Xiaolan didn't notice any abnormalities at all, but suddenly remembered something, and said nostalgicly, "He also likes Holmes very much, and Conan played well with him, so he must have been affected."

Although it was clear who Xiao Lan was talking about, Bai Shu still asked politely, "Him?"

"It's him." Xiaolan blushes every day, but her mouth is unforgiving, just like her mother, adding a long string of prefixes to her sweetheart, "That stinky, proud..."

"Conceited amateur reasoner, Sherlock Holmes fan, big music fanatic, good at football, and won the competition with me before leaving without saying goodbye - Kudo Shinichi."

After the person who took Xiaolan's words finished speaking, he pushed his hat proudly, "That's right."

"Hattori?!", Xiaolan was very impressed with this black-skinned Osaka accent, and immediately remembered his name.

Conan, who was surrounded by the crowd, moved his ears and turned his head sharply.

Xiaolan didn't notice Conan's eyes. She was quite happy to meet an acquaintance here, and asked Hattori, "Are you also a Sherlock Holmes fan?"

"No, I just signed up because I thought Kudo would come. In fact, I admire Ellary Quinn more than Conan Doyle..."

Halfway through the conversation, Hattori Heiji suddenly felt a chill in his chest.

He quietly glanced to the side, and saw that the people in the hall stopped communicating at some point, and they were staring at him coldly with dead fish eyes.

A drop of cold sweat dripped down the corner of Hattori Heiji's forehead. He changed the subject and quickly abandoned his favorite writer, "But, of course, Conan Doyle is better!"

The air in the hall became friendly again.

(End of this chapter)