Maori Kogoro began to understand everything

"It's okay, we brought our own blankets for camping," Mao Li looked away from the photo frame, "Grandma, can I borrow your phone? I don't have a signal on my phone."

"Use it if you want," the old man kept a stern face but was a very nice person.

"Uncle Maori," Yuan Tai touched his stomach bitterly, "I'm so hungry now..."

"Got it," Maori said helplessly, "I'll get the ingredients later. I brought a lot of ingredients for cooking curry this time."

"There are goldfish here!" Ayumi and the others rushed to the goldfish tank, curiously watching the goldfish swimming around.

"These goldfish are so big..." Yuan Tai drooled: "Are they delicious if they are fattened up?"

"Why are you eating all day, Yuantai? This is for viewing!"

"This is also my grandson's. He has lived for 10 years," the old man said, "Leave this troublesome thing to me..."

Maori had no interest in the goldfish. After calling the car company, he went back to the entrance to change his shoes.

"Sorry," the two men and one woman outside the entrance were stunned for a moment when Mao Li opened the door. The young man wearing a knitted hat was the first to react and looked inside the house and asked, "Is anyone here? We would like to stay for one night..."

"Who are you?" Maori looked at them puzzledly.

"What do you want from me?" The old man came out. "I haven't seen you before..."

"We originally came to this mountain to do a forest bath, but we not only got lost, but our car also ran out of gas..."

The young man in the knitted hat asked, "Can you let us stay here for one night? We are definitely not suspicious people..."

"Humph!" The old man returned to the house and said, "I'll let you stay here tonight, but only this time!"

"What?" the young woman said unhappily. "I wouldn't live in a place like this even if you begged me to!"

"Forget it, forget it. It would be terrible if the old lady got angry..."

"Really? It's all because Fengya got lost!"

"I'm sorry, Miss..."

Mao Li did not stop at the door. He just looked at the young men who suddenly visited and silently went back to the car to get the ingredients.

There are dark clouds in the sky. I don’t know what the weather will be like tomorrow. If it keeps raining, my camping plan will probably be ruined...

"Are you worried?" Xiao Ai came over from behind.

"Ah? A little..." Maori saw Ai stunned for a moment, then continued to open the trunk and took out the handbag containing the food.

"Nothing good happens every time we bring them out." Maori returned the same way.

Ai followed Maori and said, "Those people should just be staying here for the night. They are lost just like us..."

"At least the young man in the hat should know the old lady. It doesn't seem like he came here by chance..." Maori touched his chin.

"My grandson hasn't been home for 10 years, but he keeps sending money... Could this be related?"

"It's possible," Xiao Ai said with a slight frown, "It seems like a young lady and two gigolos. It's normal for her to feel embarrassed to go home because she's a gigolo... I guess that's how men are, right?"

"Please, how do you know that someone is a gigolo?"

In the hall of the wooden house, two young men were already sitting around the dining table with Conan and several children, enjoying snacks and tea.

"Cowherds? You two are cowherds?!" Maori heard the conversation between the two young men and looked at them in surprise.

Speaking of which, these two are indeed very handsome, one is a flowery boy with long hair, and the other is a hipster-like man with a beard...

Xiao Ai actually guessed it right.

Chapter 183: Cowherd may be the murderer

"Yes," the young man in the knitted hat said with a wry smile, "I am the second signature of the store, Xiangyuan Fuga, and this one is the top. signature. Andar. Lai. Ren."

The elegant man drank a cup of tea and said, "Our sponsor is the young lady..."

"They should thank me very much," the lady-like woman said happily, "How about it? Are you interested? Although you are a bit old, I don't mind an uncle type..."

"Thank you, I'll let it go..."

Maori smiled.

"What a pity," the woman said with regret, and turned to admire the goldfish tank next to her. "Come and see, the goldfish here are super cute!"

"That one is a jade mackerel," the pretty boy explained, "It's the one with a body like a ryukin and a tail fin like a mackerel. It's the only one among the 12 and it's a very rare species."

"Amazing, Fengya, you know so much!"

"Because I once raised goldfish..."

"Really?" The elegant man looked at the fish tank and smiled, "I don't know much about goldfish, but I know a lot about stones. The transparent one on the right is quartz, the one with spots in the middle is mica, and the one on the left with a black luster in front is the obsidian that was often used in the Jomon period, right?"

The old woman walked out from the inner room with her hands behind her back, looked at the young men in silence, and turned to Maori who was carrying a package.

"Have you got the materials?"

"Ah um," Maori came back to his senses, "Old lady, where is the kitchen?"

"There's no need for you to do anything. I can cook the curry. I used to cook it for my grandson..."

The old woman took over the task of cooking curry without any explanation, and didn't even ask for help from others.

Mao Li quietly stood at the kitchen door, sniffing the aroma that gradually drifted out from the crack of the door. Maybe the old man was kind, but he really had to be careful when he went out.

After all, there are not only people who appear kind but are dark and sinister at heart, but also many...

However, it seemed that he was really overthinking it. The old man did not do anything. Instead, he cooked it very carefully. His terribly old face softened a little, as if he was reminiscing about something, and he even wiped his eyes.

"Shh!"

The old man suddenly opened the wooden door, and when he saw Mao Li, he continued with a cold face: "Didn't I tell you to be ready and wait for me? If you are hungry, have some snacks."

"Okay." Maori smiled and wanted to leave, but was stopped by the old man.

"Wait a moment," the old man said as he cleaned up the kitchen, "the curry is almost ready. Bring it over to me later."

"no problem."

……

Outside in the living room, Maori brought out the cooked curry rice, and several young men were standing in a goldfish bowl, chatting and laughing, and the girl who was called the eldest lady was amused from time to time.

"Look," Xiao Ai commented with her arms folded when Maori sat down next to her, "What a powerful young lady, pretending to know nothing and admiring others, flattering men to the point that they lose their direction, and then playing with them in the palm of her hand..."

Mao Li glanced at the young men and said, "I think it's because she's rich."

It's not that he is prejudiced against gigolos, but isn't a gigolo supposed to serve women? It's normal for him to revolve around this young lady.

"Really?" Xiao Ai looked at Maori and teased, "You seem to know a lot..."

"A little bit."

After the curry dinner, it was already late, so Maori and a group of children picked up their luggage and followed the old lady upstairs.

"The curry cooked by grandma is so delicious..." said the children.

"Hmph," the old man walked in front with his hands behind his back, "It's just cooking curry...Okay, kids, sleep in the room on the right at the end..."

After Mao Li and his group left, the old man looked at the three young men and women again and said, "The two men at the back, go to the room on the left, and the woman will sleep in the same room with me..."

"Ah?" The eldest lady said unhappily, "I want to be with them both..."

"Boys and girls cannot sit or sleep together after they are seven years old. What are you saying, a young girl who is not married yet? You are so shameless..."

"Shameless?" Ayumi put down her small backpack on the tatami in the room and looked at the noisy corridor outside in distress. "We are already seven years old. Can we sleep in the same room? And I'm not married yet..."

"You are a smart kid." Mao Li touched Ayumi's head, spread out a few quilts and said, "You sleep with Ai, you may have to travel tomorrow."

It suddenly started to rain in the middle of the night, and the sound of raindrops continued.

Every time it rained, Maoli slept very comfortably, as if all the stress he had accumulated during the day had been dissipated (although he didn't have much stress usually). The other kids beside him also slept soundly, completely forgetting their previous fear of the deep mountains and forests.

In fact, when it comes to psychological quality, some children are much better than adults, such as the rookie police officer Yamamura Sou in Gunma Prefecture.

Generally speaking, even police officers would experience mental stress if they saw too many murders, but these children were rarely affected and even if they were frightened at the time, they forgot it quickly.

Maybe some of these kids would be more suitable to be police officers when they grow up...

"Whoosh!"

The rain continued to wash the thatched roof. Mao Li turned over and saw Mitsuhiko standing beside him, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"Huh? Why aren't you sleeping?" Maori asked sleepily.

"I want to go to the toilet..."

"The toilet seems to be on the first floor, go find it yourself..."

"Oh."

Mitsuhiko hesitated and looked at Maori who was still sleeping. After a pause, he walked out of the room alone in fear.

The corridor outside was dark and eerily quiet, and the sound of walking on the floor seemed particularly abrupt, but Mitsuhiko was desperate to pee, and he was also half asleep, so he still mustered up the courage to go downstairs.

Maori turned over again, with his eyelids drooping, but he had not yet fallen asleep completely. Suddenly, he heard hurried footsteps coming up the stairs outside. Mitsuhiko suddenly opened the paper door, gasping for breath in fear.

"What are you doing, Mitsuhiko?" Conan sat up without opening his eyes, "I'm just going to the toilet..."

"It's not even 4 o'clock yet..." Ai was also woken up.

"No, it's bad," Mitsuhiko said in panic after taking a breath, "Run away quickly, or you will be killed..."

"what?"

"Ah——!" A painful scream suddenly broke the tranquility of the rainy night and drove away everyone's sleepiness in an instant.

"what happened?"

Conan got up from the bed with a changed expression, rushed out without saying a word, and ran downstairs quickly.

In front of the entrance of the house, the rain was still falling. When Maori came out, someone had already got there first. In the wet grass in front of the house, the elegant man was holding the young lady in panic, and blood mixed with rain water was flowing all over the ground.

"Xiao Qian!"

"Call an ambulance and the police! Hurry!" Conan rushed out of the entrance on his shoes, and when he saw the blood, he turned back and shouted to urge them.

"Bring the person in first!"

Maoli was wearing slippers and did not go out with them. He waited until the elegant man carried the young lady to the entrance before he checked the situation urgently.

The woman's neck was bleeding badly, her pupils were dilated, and she stared as if telling something.

"The carotid artery was scratched, so there was heavy bleeding. It's too late now..." Maori frowned and shook his head.

"How could that be?" The long-haired man looked frightened. "You are not a doctor, don't talk nonsense! Miss Xiao Qian..."

"Uncle Maori can't be wrong." Conan said in a deep voice, "Who killed this sister? The question is who would do such a thing in such a deep mountain. We should be the only ones around here..."

"Hey, hey, what are you talking about?" The long-haired man paused and looked at Mao Li suspiciously, "Could it be you..."

"Have you ever seen someone killing people with a group of children?" Maori examined the young lady's body, "And I don't know you..."

"Sorry," the elegant man looked at his bloody hands with a sad look, "Do you know where the bathroom is? I really want to wash off this blood first..."

"As for the bathroom," the long-haired man turned around and said, "go out from behind the screen next to the fish tank, and at the end of the corridor that turns left, you'll find the kitchen..."

Maori raised his head and watched the elegant man walk into the inner room.

The young lady who was murdered had her shoes on properly, and the place where she was murdered was right in front of the entrance...

Generally speaking, they were called out by acquaintances, and the suspects were the two gigolos who were with them. However, from the time the screams were heard to the time everyone arrived at the entrance, the long-haired man following him did not have time to commit the crime.

Is the prisoner a man of temperament?

And the old lady...

Maori looked at the old man who was still wearing his apron.

The old man seemed to be on the first floor when the incident happened.

"Uncle Maori..."

Mitsuhiko looked frightened, and he pulled Maori in a trembling voice: "I saw it... I heard a strange noise in the kitchen just now, so I took a sneak peek and saw that the old woman was sharpening a sharp kitchen knife with a blood-red handle, and her hair was disheveled, she looked like a ghost!!"

"Hmm?" The old man stretched his neck and looked back at Mitsuhiko. "What nonsense are you talking about? You are not thinking of me as some mountain goblin, are you?"

Maori asked, "Was the old woman in the kitchen just now?"