"No!"


    Beitiao chusui ran towards the guest room in panic.


    "Master... Master, it seems that something has happened to him!"


    "What?"


    Gao Cheng and uncle Maori look at each other and rush out of the room in their pajamas.


    "What happened?"


    "On the other side of the wing room..." chusui of Beitiao choked, "the master died on the other side of the wing room!"


    "President of the gate?"


    In the wing room, Gao Cheng and uncle Maori stop Liang Lang, who is worried about the door, and walk into the room with a heavy face.


    The old man, the president of the gate, was lying in the open room. There was a pool of blood on the ground, and he was not angry at all


    It''s too much to guard against. Don''t you have to go to bed and stare at it all the time? Do you have to have an accident in front of two famous detectives?


    If it''s because of the legacy, we can wait for them to leave before committing the crime.


    Or is it another guy who wants to challenge a detective?


    "The fatal wound was stabbed into the chest by a sharp blade and killed on the spot..."


    Gao Cheng''s vision quickly swept through the room.


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


    The murder weapon


    Gao Cheng looks at the main hall where the armor is worshipped.


    I don''t know where a samurai sword went on the shelf, and the samurai armor also disappeared, including the white socks that the old lady worshipped yesterday


    Strange, I didn''t see footprints when I came here just now. Is there a ghost?


    Gao Cheng walks into the next bedroom.


    In addition to a bed, there is nothing in the closet, the whole bedroom at a glance, there is no hiding place.


    When I opened the closet door, a white sheet fell out


    "Chenghu!" Conan padded his feet and looked out of the window


    "What''s the matter?"


    Gao Cheng shoves the sheets back into the closet and looks out of the window. He finds that there are many too wide footprints extending from the wing room to the back door of the main kitchen.


    "This is..."


    "Just now, the footprints were blocked by the door, and there were rockeries and trees on the road to cover them," Conan mused. "They went straight to the back door of the main house."


    "The biggest problem is that only the footprints from the wing room to the main room, but after the snow stopped yesterday, only the president of the gate was here..."


    "It''s general Xiuyou!" The old lady appeared behind them and said, "it must be general Xiuyou. I saw him yesterday, and he walked over here wearing that armor. The man I saw was not dead. I didn''t expect that the curse would come to him..."


    "Last night?" Gao Cheng asked, "old lady, when did you see it yesterday?"


    "It happened to be 12 o''clock when I was worshiping," the old lady said, "this must be the curse of general Xiuyou..."


    "There can be no curse. It''s a murder."


    Gao Cheng looks at the footprints in the snow and turns to return to the main house from the other side.


    It''s definitely not a ghost. The killer just took advantage of the legend here


    Through the corridor to find the kitchen back door, there are still water stains on the floor, extending from the back door to the door of the video room.


    Gao Cheng took the handkerchief and turned the handle, but failed to open the door. It seemed that he had locked it from inside.


    "What''s this?" Uncle Maori came with him and frowned when he saw the trace. "Why are footprints here? This room is... "


    "My husband is still in it!" Big daughter-in-law urgent voice way, "yesterday a tree said to listen to music, still stay here overnight!"


    "Mr. Yishu?" Uncle Maori slapped the door and cried, "Mr. Yishu, are you in there? No, is there another entrance? "


    "No, no, there''s only one door in the video room. Open it from inside..."


    "Just break in."


    Gao Cheng finds an ax, pushes it open, and uncle Maori slashes it heavily near the doorknob. After cutting a gap, he pulls the door open.


    The room was a little quiet. There was a bloody samurai sword on the ground opposite the door. Then there was a heavy Samurai armor lying inside, with a strong smell of blood.


    Gao Cheng goes to the side of his armor and takes off his mask, revealing the painful face of the tree at the gate.


    Has been killed.


    The lethal wound is also a knife wound. The murder weapon should be the samurai sword at the door. Yes, it''s just


    Gao Cheng stands up and looks at the video room.


    The soundproof door can only be locked from the inside without any gap. This is an absolute secret room. As for the wing room, considering the footprints, it is also a secret room. He has just confirmed that there is no special mechanism to go to the wing room without footprints.


    That is to say, this is a series of secret room murders


    And then the most critical question.


    If the young master was the murderer, why did he go from the wing room to the main room in armor?


    There is also this fierce knife that fell at the door. It''s too far away from the young master''s body. It''s hard to say that the young master threw it away after he committed suicide“ Well Gao Cheng glanced at the bloodless tip of the samurai sword and looked at the dim corner of the wall at the door. There are obvious blood stains on the sound insulation wall, as well as traces of knife point“ Well, "Uncle Maori squatted beside the corpse," no matter whether it''s a curse or not, those footprints did come here from the wing room, that is to say, the president of the gate was killed by the armored warrior... In short, please stay in the living room together before the police arrive. " Gao Cheng goes back to the body and takes a handkerchief to slightly uncover his armor. There was no blood from the old man on the body, and the murderer was someone else... "I said," Uncle Maori went to the door with his hands in his hand, and when he saw Gao Cheng still looking at the body, his face sank. "Chenghu boy, the police didn''t come. Don''t touch the body, OK? Do you have any common sense? Really, you young people just don''t know the weight. " Gao Cheng ignored his uncle''s nagging and thought silently. He walked out of the video room and stopped when he passed the kitchen. In the kitchen, Beitiao chusui and Xiaolan help to make coffee together. The strong smell of coffee makes Gao Cheng''s spirit also be mentioned. By the way, the murderer seems to be quite familiar with Damen''s house, and there is no sign of climbing over the wall around. That is to say, the murderer is someone in the house. If you want to get rid of the bloody clothes... "Detective Chenghu," Beitiao chusui noticed Gao Cheng, and Tiantian said with a smile, "I made you coffee. Let''s go to the living room to have a rest first."“ Thank you Gao Cheng looks at Beitiao chusui and Xiaolan taking the coffee to the living room. After a pause, he goes into the kitchen and finds the firewood stove. There is still a little temperature left in the stove. It seems that it was used only in the morning, and there are still some remains that have not been burnt out... Gao Cheng reaches out and takes out a small piece of burnt white cloth. It seems to be the material of those white socks... When Gao Cheng came to the living room, the atmosphere was still heavy. Liang Lang, his sister-in-law and his wife sat together, looking sad. The president of Damen and Damen Yishu are not really good people, but anyway, the death of their relatives is always a blow... "What do the police say?"“ They said there was snow on the road and there was no way to come over for the time being. " Uncle Maori drank coffee and said in a deep voice: "the only possibility is that the young master killed the master in the wing room and then went back to the video studio to commit suicide..." "impossible!" The eldest daughter-in-law gritted her teeth and said, "why does a tree do this?" Conan interjected: "speaking up, I heard you talking about the position of president yesterday. I also said that if the old man died, there would be a legacy, right, brother Chenghu?"“ Is that true? " Uncle Maori stares at his daughter-in-law.