In the living room of the main room, Gao Cheng looks through the window at the room with the light on.


    That old man is really powerful. He stays in that place alone


    "I''d better wait until tomorrow to talk to my father about my business." Damen lianglang accompanied uncle Maori to drink on the sofa next to him and handed him a notebook with a low look. "This is the news cut and pasted by my mother..."


    Uncle Maori looked down at the newspaper clippings: "on December 10, Kenichi sasao, President of sasao industry, committed suicide. However, it is widely spread in the industry that sasao industry was used by Damen industry, and vicious competition forced it to close down... This is the news four years ago?"


    "Yes," said Damen lianglang, turning his head slightly. "My father may have done something like this for the purpose. You should have seen the armor just now. In fact, the suicide president is the original owner of the armor."


    "December 10... Is exactly today," Gao Cheng said with a slight change of face. "Is the president really called Zuo Cao?"


    "I''ve heard about it too." chusui of Beitiao brought tea and desserts. "Later that factory was abandoned there all the time. It''s said that people still see ghosts there. Isn''t it terrible?"


    Xiaolan hugged Conan tightly: "the owner of general Xiuyou''s armor actually committed suicide on the same day... Is there a curse?"


    "What are you talking about, Xiao Lan?" Uncle Maori drank carelessly and said, "I think it''s just a coincidence. If you don''t talk about it, you''d better have a good drink of Xuejian wine. Oh, the wine here is really good."


    "Of course, it''s the best wine in the area."


    "The snow has stopped," Gao Cheng said, yawning and closing the curtain. "It''s getting late. I think we should have a rest early."


    "Ah, by the way," kitao chusui responded and said with a smile, "I''ve made the bed. You can have a rest."


    "It''s really troublesome for you, chusui sister," Xiaolan stopped uncle from drinking. "Well, Dad, you''re tired after driving all day. Go to bed quickly."


    "Give me another drink!"


    "I''ll go to the bathroom first."


    Gao Cheng ignores the uncle who competes with Xiao Lan for the wine cup and walks out of the living room with both hands in.


    Really, it''s been freezing all day. I''m still in a tight mood when I come to stay. Sometimes, such a confused guy like uncle is enviable.


    "If Dad dies, you''ll have a legacy." In the room on the other side of the corridor, the voice of the eldest daughter-in-law talking with her husband suddenly came out.


    "But look at Dad''s body. It''s too early to die."


    "That''s true."


    "In other words, how did Liang Lang come back suddenly?"


    "Who knows, it''s all bullshit to leave Japan. I think he must come home to please his father. Hum, if you can become the president successfully, there will be no problem. It''s really frustrating to marry a useless guy like you..."


    "Didn''t you marry me for the sake of property?"


    "What did you say?"


    Gao Cheng stands outside the door, listening silently to the quarrel between the husband and wife.


    This kind of family, no matter how rich? No wonder that old man will move to the wing room


    "Forget it, it''s none of my business... Anyway, I''ll stay only one night and leave tomorrow."


    Gao Cheng turns to the toilet at the corner, just as the eldest son opens the door with a cold face and squints to watch Gao Cheng enter the toilet.


    "Going to the movie room again for the night?" The eldest daughter-in-law in the room said coldly, "my wife is not as good as music!"


    "Hum!"


    A tree in front of the gate took the door with it. When it passed the kitchen, it said to Beitiao chusui, who was still washing cups: "chusui, please make me a cup of coffee, and then send it to the video room."


    "All right."


    The guest room is very big. There are five beds on the floor in one room. When Gao Cheng and Xiao AI lie on the side of Conan, Xiao Lan finally pulls uncle Maori over.


    "Dad, if you have a hangover tomorrow, we''ll have to stay here again!"


    "Xiao Lan, you are so wordy. I only had two drinks!"


    "Keep it down!"


    Gao Cheng has a headache and collapses his eyelids.


    Another room with Uncle Maori. It''s torture. Don''t snore later


    I pulled the quilt to cover my head and wanted to fall asleep quickly, but the figure of armored warrior appeared in my mind. The strange drum on the Requiem ceremony seemed to ring outside again, and I couldn''t forget that strange ritual dance.


    Damn


    Gao Cheng surrendered and opened the quilt to see Xiao AI, who closed his eyes and went to sleep safely.


    "Xiao AI, how about sleeping together?"


    "No." Xiao AI turned away decisively.


    "Brother Chenghu," Conan half opened his eyes and said, "aren''t you afraid of ghosts?"


    "Afraid of ghosts? I''m afraid of ghosts? " Gao Cheng opened his eyes wide. "If there are ghosts in the world, why do we still need detectives? If there is a ghost, you can come to me at any time. The more the better! "


    "Is it?" Conan chuckled, suddenly stunned, and was dragged to her side by Xiaolan with her bed“ It seems a little cold, "Xiao Lan pulled over uncle Maori''s bed beside him and said seriously," let''s squeeze. "..."“ Dong The clock at midnight rings, reverberating open in the silent snow night. The old woman''s gate is kneeling in front of the shrine of the Buddhist altar to worship. In a trance, she hears the sound of stepping on the snow outside. Boasting sound more and more clear, the old woman strange went to the window to open a gap to look at the yard. Under the bright moonlight, the ferocious warrior armor figure came into the old woman''s eyes. It seemed to feel the old woman''s line of sight and suddenly stopped“ General Xiuyou... "The old woman quickly closed the window, did not turn her head and closed her eyes tightly. When she heard the sound of footsteps outside the house again, she quickly crawled and knelt down to the Buddhist altar in fear In the early morning, Gao Cheng opens his eyes in a daze and finds that Xiao AI doesn''t know when to lean to the side. Conan snores gently. Xiao Lan curls up in the quilt in fear. Uncle Maori doesn''t know whether he is drunk or what, and all the pillows and quilts are kicked to one side. Sure enough, there is no ghost“ Well, "Uncle Maori scratched and suddenly woke up by Leng," is it daybreak? I don''t know if I can go to the hot spring today... "Didn''t the snow stop yesterday? There''s no problem going to the hot spring, "Gao Cheng yawned again, pulled the quilt tightly and said," I''ll sleep again. Just call me later. "“ I said, "don''t you stay up all night?"“ Who told you to snore all the time? I''m all asleep with my head covered... "" hum, "Uncle Maori smelled," you stinky boy haven''t given me a good thank you. If it wasn''t for my sake, how could you let us stay? "“ Yes, yes... "Damn, uncle, this shameless guy. If this guy hadn''t lost his way, we wouldn''t have been trapped in the snowy night. We could have taken a hot spring yesterday