Maori Kogoro began to understand everything

After dinner, President Daimon and his eldest son went to the study to discuss something, while Hojo Hatsuho took everyone to the living room next door to drink tea.

Maori did not sit on the sofa to rest like Professor Agasa, but walked to the window curiously, opened the curtains and looked at the snow scene outside.

The snow in the yard accumulated more and more. The scattered snow pines and the small pond surrounded by snow were particularly elegant together with the rooms on the other side.

"How is it?" Hojo Hatsuho said with a smile as she brought tea and drinks, "I wonder if dinner suits your taste..."

"It's delicious," Xiaolan nodded repeatedly, "especially the rice."

"Really? Because we still use stoves to cook rice here every day," Hojo Hatsuho smiled gently, put down the tea and took out a pen and paper and said, "Mr. Mori, can you please sign an autograph for me? In fact, I have admired you for a long time."

"Ah?" Mao Li was stunned. "Is that so? No problem. It's my honor."

"I'm really sorry to trouble you."

After signing for Hojo Hatsuho, Maori looked at Conan who was watching the snow scene beside him and said, "From just now, you have figured out the structure of this house. What do you want to do?"

"Uncle, didn't you feel anything?" Conan lowered his voice and asked, "Don't you think this family is very strange? The couple's faces changed just now..."

Mao Li said as if it was normal: "It's always like this in wealthy families. Once the family property is involved, even brothers become strangers."

On the other side, after Hojo Hatsuho asked Mori to sign, she found Daimon Yoshiaki with the paper.

"And me?" Daimon Ryolang asked in confusion.

"Yes," Hojo Hatsuho smiled sweetly, "I believe you will become a famous guitarist in the future."

"That's good, really."

Ryosuke Daimon took the paper and pen and signed.

"By the way, Miss Hatsuho, when did you get here?"

"It wasn't long ago. I just happened to come here to play after leaving Tokyo, so I thought I could give it a try," Hojo Hatsuho curved her eyes, "Because the Daimon family is an aristocratic family, there are many more things to learn than ordinary families."

"Really? Thanks to you, the family feels much more lively."

"No, I'm just more optimistic."

"Brother Ryolang," Conan turned around and noticed that Daimon Ryolang was writing with his left hand, and asked curiously, "What kind of songs do you play?"

"I always play Spanish music," Daimon Ryolang signed his name and said, "In fact, I'm going to Spain next month..."

"Spain?"

"Why is there another report like this?" President Daimon's voice suddenly came from the study next to the living room. "I have given you many chances, but it seems that all my efforts were in vain! There is no way I will give up the position of president to you!"

"I think Dad is being too harsh... Who do you want to be the president besides me?"

President Daimon and his eldest son had a fierce argument, and the atmosphere in the living room became tense.

Da Men Liang Lang silently put down the paper and pen and said: "In fact, my father and my eldest brother are birds of a feather. The reason why I came back home today is to make things clear with my father..."

"Clear conclusion?"

"My father always wanted me to work as a senior executive in Damen Industry, but he only cared about money and didn't care about other people's feelings. I hated his tyrannical style, so I ran away from home five years ago."

Daimon Ryolang looked melancholy.

"I won't come back to Japan until I make a name for myself in Spain this time. Maybe I'll never see my dad again..."

"Liang Lang," the eldest daughter-in-law walked into the living room and said sarcastically, "What do you mean by making sure everything is settled before going home? I think you just want to take over the Damen family for yourself, right?"

"Young grandma?"

"Sister-in-law?"

Daimon Ryolang frowned and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? If that were the case, I wouldn't have run away from home in the first place..."

"Who knows?" the eldest sister-in-law sneered, "Who knows if he came back because he couldn't make it out there?"

"What are you guys arguing about again?! I get upset just seeing you two!"

President Daimon walked out of the study with a gloomy face, paused, and said to Maori kindly, "Mr. Maori, I'm going to the wing room. Let me show you something good to change your mood."

"nice one?"

On the side of the main house, people walked through the courtyard holding umbrellas towards the separate rooms.

"This is where I live. The main house is very noisy every day. Only when I come back here can I really relax."

President Daimon entered the entrance hall and turned on the light. Maori folded his umbrella and followed him into the room. He was immediately attracted by a piece of Japanese samurai armor enshrined in the hall.

Under the light, the man in armor sitting upright looked like a real general.

"This armor feels so oppressive!"

"Haha," President Daimon said happily, "What do you think? Didn't expect that? This armor of Chonghua Xiuyou is my treasure..."

"Is this the armor mentioned in the festival?" Maori looked at the samurai armor with a heavy sense of history and thought of the previous memorial ceremony. "It turned out that you, President Daimon, collected it. This..."

"This has General Xiuyou's curse on it!"

An old woman in a bathrobe suddenly walked out from the bedroom next door. Her face was pale, and her long gray hair was tied up on her chest. If it weren't for her eyes, which still had spirit and gave a glimpse of her youthful demeanor, she would have looked really scary.

"This armor has long been cursed by General Xiuyou!" said the old woman in a hoarse voice.

"Ryuko?" President Daimon asked in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

"General Xiuyou's wronged spirit is still wandering in the world. Anyone who sees his spirit will eventually die," the old woman knelt down in front of the armor carefully, holding her hands and offering a pair of white socks, "I hope General Xiuyou's feet won't get frozen. Please put on these white socks..."

President Daimon said angrily, "Old woman! You are being mysterious again!"

"What are you talking about?" the old woman accused. "I offer a pair of white socks to General Xiuyou every year on his death anniversary in order to atone for the evil deeds you have done. You are being disrespectful! Tonight is the 500th anniversary of General Xiuyou's death. Maybe something is going to happen. Just wait and see."

"Gulu."

Maori swallowed, looked at the old woman who was prostrating herself on the ground devoutly, then looked at Xiaolan who was hugging Xiaoai tightly in fear. His face twitched and a cold sweat broke out.

Haha, that shouldn’t be the case, right?

How could there be ghosts in this world?

……

In the living room of the main house, Conan looked through the window at the lighted wing.

That old man is really amazing, staying in a place like that alone...

"I'd better wait until tomorrow to talk to my dad about my affairs," Daimon Ryoro was drinking with Mao Li on the sofa next to him. He handed a notebook to Mao Li with a depressed look, "This is the news that my mother cut out..."

Mao Li looked at the newspaper clipping and said, "On December 12, Sakusa Industry President Kenichi Sakusa committed suicide. However, rumors in the industry say that Sakusa Industry was taken advantage of by Daimon Industry and that vicious competition forced it to close down... This was news from four years ago?"

"Yes," Daimon Ryosuke turned his head slightly, "My father might have done something like this for his own purpose. You should have seen the armor just now. In fact, the president who committed suicide was the original owner of the armor."

"December 12th... it's today," Maori's expression changed slightly, "Is the president's last name really Sakusa?"

"I've heard about this, too," Hojo Hatsuho brought tea and dessert. "The factory was then left there, and I heard that some people saw ghosts there. It's scary, isn't it?"

Xiaolan hugged Xiaoai tightly and said, "The owner of General Hidetomo's armor committed suicide on the same day... Is there really a curse?"

"There is no such thing in the world, Xiaolan," Maori said while drinking wine, "Many times it's just a coincidence. Let's not talk about it anymore. Let's enjoy the snow-covered wine. Oh, the wine here is really good."

"Of course, this is the best local wine."

……

After drinking, Mao Li walked out of the living room and went to the room that Hojo Hatsuho had prepared for everyone.

"If Dad passes away, you will have an inheritance." Suddenly, the voices of the eldest daughter-in-law and her husband talking were heard from the room on the other side of the corridor.

"But looking at Dad's health, he will die a long time soon."

"That's true."

"By the way, why did Liang Lang suddenly come back?"

"Who knows? Leaving Japan is all bullshit. I think he must be going home to please his father. Humph, if you can become the president smoothly, there will be no problem. It's really humiliating to marry a useless guy like you..."

"Didn't you marry me for my wealth?"

"What did you say?"

Maori stood outside the door, listening silently to the couple's quarrel.

What does it matter if a family like this is rich? No wonder the boss of Daimon moved to the wing...

"Forget it, it's none of our business... We're only staying for one night anyway, and we'll leave tomorrow."

Maori turned and walked towards the toilet at the corner. Just then, his eldest son Daimon Kazuki opened the door with a stern face and watched Maori walk into the toilet with narrowed eyes.

"Are you going to spend the night in the audio-visual room again?" The eldest daughter-in-law in the room said coldly, "I, as a wife, am not as good as music!"

"Humph!"

Daimon Kazuki slammed the door shut, and as he passed the kitchen, he said to Hojo Hatsuho who was still washing cups, "Hatsuho, please make me a cup of coffee, and send it to the audio-visual room when it's ready."

"Ok."

……

"Dong!" The clock struck twelve at midnight, echoing in the silent snowy night. The old woman Damen Longzi was kneeling in front of the Buddhist altar to worship, and she vaguely heard the sound of footsteps on the snow coming from outside.

The sound became clearer and clearer. The old woman walked to the window curiously, opened a crack and looked towards the yard.

Under the bright moonlight, a ferocious-looking warrior in armor came into the old woman's sight. As if sensing the old woman's gaze, he suddenly stopped.

"General Xiuyou..."

The old woman quickly closed the window, turned her head and closed her eyes tightly. When she heard the footsteps outside the house again, she was so scared that she quickly knelt in front of the Buddhist altar.

Chapter 137: God is watching what you do

In the early morning, Maori opened his eyes in a daze and found that Ai had leaned against his side at some point, Professor Agasa was snoring softly, Xiaolan was curled up in the quilt in fear, and Conan didn't know what was going on, and kicked the pillow and quilt aside.

"Hmm," Xiaolan was suddenly awakened by the cold, "Is it dawn already? I wonder if I can go to the hot spring today..."

"Didn't the snow stop yesterday? It will be no problem for us to go to the hot springs," Maori yawned again, pulled the quilt tightly and said, "I'll sleep a little longer, just call me later."

……

"Oh no!"

Not long after, Hojo Hatsuho ran towards the guest room in panic.

"Master...Master seems to have had an accident!"

"what?"

Maori and Conan looked at each other, without even bothering to change their clothes, and rushed out of the room in their pajamas.

"What happened?"

"In the side room..." Hojo Hatsuho choked up, "The master died in the side room!"

"President Daimon?"

In the wing room, Maori stopped Lianglang who was anxious at the door and walked into the house with a heavy face.

The old man, the head of Daimon, was lying in the open room, with a pool of blood on the ground, completely lifeless...

If the motive for the murder was the inheritance, he could have just waited until the famous detective left before committing the crime.

So... is he the kind of guy who wants to challenge a famous detective again? Or has his hatred become so great that he can no longer tolerate it?

"The fatal wound was caused by a sharp blade stabbing into the chest, killing him instantly..."

Maori's eyes quickly scanned the room.

There were broken pieces of wine glasses and a brandy bottle scattered on the floor nearby.

As for the murder weapon...

Maori looked towards the main hall where the armor was enshrined.

The samurai sword on the shelf disappeared, and the samurai armor was also missing, including the white socks that the old lady had offered yesterday...

It’s strange. I didn’t see any footprints when I came here just now. Is there really a ghost?

Maori walked into the bedroom in the adjacent wing.

There was nothing in the bedroom except a bed and a closet. The whole bedroom was clearly visible and there was no place to hide.

I opened the closet door and a white sheet fell out...