People who are interested in comics will never die in the Shura field

"So you live next door to me. No wonder you went into the wrong room. If you need any help, you can always come to me. My name is Mao Lilan."

"My name is Shanchui Huajin." Shanchui Huajin and Xiaolan waved goodbye with a smile.

As soon as I entered the room, I found all kinds of little monsters on my windowsill.

It looked like he was here to take shelter from the rain.

These little monsters are very cute and soft, just like marshmallows.

"Your Highness the Princess is back! We are just here to take shelter from the rain. We will leave when the rain stops."

The little monsters said happily.

For them, it was a great thing to see the princess.

Is this the benefit of letting the little monster become a god?

"Ha! It's only four in the morning. I want to sleep a little longer. You can stay as long as you want, as long as you don't disturb my sleep." Shanchui Huajin lay on the soft bed.

There is no one around me. I always feel like something is missing and I can't sleep alone.

Can I use my identity as the God of Wisdom in other animes? For example, Inuyasha and Nura: Rise of the Yokai Clan are all very famous animes related to Yokai.

"Make a wish, and find yourself in the bed of Fairy Lingyue when you wake up tomorrow." Shanchui Huajin clasped his hands together and prayed silently.

"You are really not afraid of death." The system popped up to complain.

For most people, sleeping with Seshomaru is already the limit, and you actually want to sleep with Seshomaru's mother!

Don’t worry about being chewed like spicy noodles.

Shanchui Huajin fell asleep in the bed in a daze. When she opened her eyes again, it was a little after eight in the morning.

The rain hasn't stopped yet, the wind is getting stronger and stronger, and there are occasional thunderclaps.

"System, do you dare to bet that someone will die as soon as I go out?"

"This system absolutely does not gamble. Let's start with you and me to reject gambling and drugs." System.

Shanchui Huajin put on his prosthesis, staggered open the door and walked downstairs to the hall.

There were already several people in the restaurant downstairs.

"Ms. Yamabuki! Good morning!" Xiaolan came over and supported Yamabuki Huajin.

Xiaolan, you are such an angel!

Conan and Kogoro Mouri were having breakfast there.

"Conan, who is that cute girl?" asked Kogoro Mouri in a low voice.

"The tourist who lives next door to Xiaolan." Conan was still thinking about what Yamabuki Hanajin said yesterday. Last night he asked Dr. Agasa to help him investigate the case of murder of a young girl that happened eight or nine years ago, but Dr. Agasa found nothing.

"She walks in a weird way?"

"Of course. One of her legs is a prosthetic. According to her, she was kidnapped when she was eleven years old, and her left leg was brutally chopped off and her right eye gouged out," said Conan.

"Bang!" Maori Kogoro slammed his fist on the table. "How dare you lay hands on such a young and cute girl? You are such a beast."

Xiaolan supported Shanchuihuajin and came to their table.

"This is my father, Kogoro Mouri. He's a famous detective." Xiaolan introduced her father with some pride.

"Well, the sleeping Kogoro is as loud as thunder." Yamabuki Hanajiro stared at Mouri Kogoro with his eyes wide open.

If you say that Kogoro Mouri is a pure scoundrel, he can still have outbursts from time to time.

If you say he is a secretive person, most of the time Kogoro Mouri is just hanging around.

Kogoro Mouri was very proud that such a cute girl had heard of his name.

"Mouri Kogoro X2!"

Two surprised women's voices came simultaneously from next door.

First, let me introduce the woman on the left.

This is a young woman in her twenties, tall and thin, with long black hair draped over her shoulders, pearl earrings on her ears, diamond rings on her fingers, a branded backpack beside her, and even the lipstick on her lips is from a very expensive brand.

But what was inconsistent with these high-end jewelry was that the woman had a sour and sarcastic face, and when she stood there she looked like a compass.

"I'm sorry, I'm so excited to meet a celebrity suddenly. My name is Iida Hakuka. I'm a fashion designer. I didn't expect to meet the famous Mori Kogoro on this trip." Iida Hakuka was smiling.

Shanbuki Huajin glanced at her hand and found that her hand holding the branded bag was shaking slightly.

The second woman was a young woman in her early thirties.

Compared to Iida Hakuka, she was dressed more simply. When she noticed that Mouri Kogoro was looking at her, she immediately looked away, not daring to meet the famous detective's gaze.

"Hello, Detective Maori, my name is Kaneda Doko. I was so happy that I couldn't help myself." The young woman immediately bowed and apologized.

Yamabuki Hanajime sipped his coffee. No matter whether Maori Kogoro had any real talent or not, the title of "Sleeping Kogoro" was quite scary.

Maori Kogoro covered his head with his hands full of pride: "I didn't expect so many beauties knew me. Do you want to come over for a drink?"

"Do not……"

"no need……"

Both women refused.

Next to Jin Tian Du Zi sat a sixty-year-old man with a kind face: "I didn't expect to meet a famous detective in a place like this."

"Is this your father?" asked Kogoro Mori curiously.

Jin Tianjunzi and the old man's faces froze at the same time.

"You are such a joker. We are husband and wife, not father and daughter." The old man laughed.

Is this the president? Guess how long you can live?

"Conan. How about we make a bet?" Yamabuki Hanajin whispered in Conan's ear.

"Sister Yamabuki, what do you want to bet on?" Conan looked at the girl in front of him curiously.

"I bet he won't survive today."

"..."

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Yamabuki Hanajin tilted her head and looked at Conan.

"Then what do you want to bet on?"

"Just a dollar. If he survives past midnight tonight, I'll give you a dollar."

[Why do I feel like this girl is mentally ill? Is she mentally abnormal because she was treated inhumanely in her childhood? She actually gambled with other people's lives! ]

"Here comes the chicken soup."

The waiter brought the chicken soup to the old man.

"Drink it while it's hot."

The old man took a sip of the chicken soup. Hmm, it tasted good. Just when he wanted to take a second sip, his face suddenly turned purple!

“No! No!!”

As he spoke, the old man hurried over to the car parked outside.

As soon as I ran to the gate, the hotel sign suddenly loosened and two words the size of a washbasin fell off.

One fell next to the old man, and the other fell next to the old man as well.

But the old man covered his heart in panic, in great pain and unable to move.

The third character loosened and fell off, hitting the old man on the head, and he died on the spot.

"You lose me a dollar."

Conan silently handed over a dollar.

ps: I only focus on typing, the rest is up to you ≡ω≡

Chapter 89: Fleeting

"Someone's dead!" the waitress screamed in panic.

Conan and Kogoro Mouri reacted immediately and ran out as fast as they could. After checking, they found that the old man had died.

There was a dent on his forehead from the impact.

"Call a doctor! It's still not too late." Shanchui Huajin walked over unsteadily with a cane.

Maori Kogoro shook his head: "The person is already dead, it's useless."

"You misunderstood me. After a person dies, he should be cremated while still warm. It would be bad if he turned into a zombie." Shanchui Huajin was talking nonsense.

Conan's eyes twitched. If you don't understand anything, don't come and make trouble.

The wind and rain outside were getting stronger and stronger, and the clothes of Kogoro Mouri and Conan were soon soaked by the rain.

Conan suddenly turned to look at Yamabuki Hanajime and said innocently, "Big sister, how did you know that this old man would die? Do you know something? Would you like to tell me quietly? I promise not to tell anyone else."

"Actually, the monsters told me. Let me tell you in secret, I'm not a human. I'm the god of wisdom among monsters." Yamabuki Hanajin told Conan her identity very sincerely.

Conan couldn't help but roll his eyes. Even a child wouldn't believe such words.

Look!

I've clearly told you the truth, but you just don't believe it? Can you blame me for this?

I have been in so many worlds, but the main thing I stick to is being sincere and never lying to anyone. But unfortunately, everyone treats me as a psychopath.

Conan has been observing Yamabuki Hana Jin, and he always feels that this woman is not an ordinary person.

At least this wouldn't be the reaction of a normal person seeing a dead body.

If you don’t believe me, just look at the four women in the hotel lobby. They were so scared that they hugged each other and couldn’t even stand steadily.

Only this woman named Shanchuihuajin was too calm.

It seemed like everything was as she expected.

Conan would never believe that the old man’s death had nothing to do with her.

Kogoro Mori kept glancing at Yamabuki Hanae out of the corner of his eye.

Shanchuika Jin still maintained a calm and elegant demeanor.

There was no sign of panic.

Conan immediately began to examine the body. It was indeed fatal that the person was hit by the words on the sign that fell from above. The brain was flowing out and the scene was very bloody.

But before the old man died, he covered his chest with his hands, and it seemed that he had a heart attack.

Conan suddenly saw purple marks on the old man's neck.

"This is……"

"Uncle, this old man is so pitiful, his neck is so weird. Ah!" Before Conan could finish his words, he was hit on the head by Yamabuki Hanajin with a cane.

"You're not a child, stop trying to act cute." Shanchui Huajin wiped his cane with a handkerchief and continued to maintain an elegant posture.

This sentence may not sound like much to others, but it is like thunder to Conan's ears.

[I'm not a child? How do you know I'm not a child? Does this woman know my identity? Or is she related to the Dark Organization? What is her purpose in deliberately approaching Xiaolan?] Conan's CPU was running wildly.

After Conan reminded him, Kogoro Mouri immediately noticed the purple patches on the old man's neck.

"This is...an allergic reaction." Maori Kogoro was horrified: "So...it turns out that this is..."

[That's right, uncle. This is an outright murder.]

"This is a complete accident!" Kogoro Mouri looked as if he understood.

Conan almost fell to the ground.

Don't you see that this is such an obvious murder?

It turns out that uncles are unreliable, and I, a primary school student, am the only one they can rely on.