At more than 10 p.m., she followed Uncle Maori to the open-air hot spring. Gao Cheng stayed and went back to his room to sleep after packing.
Sometimes he envies his uncle''s attitude towards life. He can be heartless at any time, but he can''t. If he doesn''t work hard, he won''t have Conan to help, and
Gao Cheng crept into the paved floor and looked at Xiao AI, who had already rested in advance.
Xiao AI is more strict than Xiao Lan. She even has to take care of sweets.
Sweet food is the best tonic for a detective, not to mention a Kendo master
Seeing Xiao AI sleeping in the snow and moonlight, Gao Cheng takes out the dessert from his arms.
It''s said that eating sweets makes you sleep better.
In the corridor of the hotel, uncle Maori and his party, who are going to take a bath, happen to meet the wise Huili who comes out of the leisure hall, holding the bath towel.
"Mr. Maori," said wise Wylie, "are you here to make soup, too?"
"Did Mr. whey do it?"
"Well, suddenly I feel a little cold..."
"Oh," Uncle Maori said happily, "when we''re done, how about two drinks to dispel the cold?"
"I''m sorry," said wise with a regretful smile. "There''s still work on hand."
"So."
Uncle Maori was a little disappointed. It''s one thing that he couldn''t make an appointment with the gentle and moving Wiley. The key is that he couldn''t find a reason to continue drinking.
I knew I shouldn''t bring Xiaolan here
And the kid Conan.
Uncle stares at Conan and goes through the leisure hall to the open-air hot spring in the valley below. There is no one to enjoy this time.
"Dada."
With the sound of their voices and footfalls drifting away, the separated wise wheelie turned to the ancestral hall in the middle of the snow in the courtyard, narrowed his eyes slightly, and continued to carry the bath towel back to the room.
It''s an accident to meet two famous detectives, but it''s impossible to stop the plan, and there''s no problem to continue after a short contact. A confused old drunkard and an early rest Laurie
……
"Well?"
Gao Cheng touched his nose and suddenly felt a commotion outside.
It''s already 11:30, and there''s a rush of footsteps coming from the corridor, as well as the shouts of Uncle Maori and others. It seems that something big has happened.
Gao Cheng put on his coat and said to Xiao AI, who was also woken up: "I''ll go out and have a look."
"Tomorrow incense was killed?" Baotian editor several people are still talking about things in the friendship hall, looking at Uncle Maori running to the ancestral hall in the middle of the courtyard, things seem to be much more troublesome.
"Anxi also..."
When Gao Cheng came from the room, the landlady had already called the police station in the village. People gathered at the gate of the hall and courtyard, looking at the ancestral hall with a worried face.
Maori Kogoro has found Anxi''s body over there.
Gao Cheng looks at it and finds that uncle Maori and Conan, who are looking at the corpse in the ancestral hall, have some dignified faces, because they can see Anxi''s body lying on the long sleeve kimono under the light of a flashlight.
Strangely enough, there are only footprints leading from the hall to the ancestral hall on the snow in the courtyard. Except for the footprints that uncle Maori and Conan deliberately avoided, the footprints in the middle should be left by Anxi huama.
The old police officers of the police station soon arrived at the hotel. Because of the snow again, uncle Maori had to ask the landlady to take some towels to protect the footprints at the scene.
"Excuse me," the old policeman saluted, "it''s my honor to meet Mr. Maoli, a famous detective here. I''m a policeman of the local police station. I''m xiaocang. Please give me more advice!"
Uncle Maori calmly asked, "have you informed the county police?"
"I''ve contacted them, but they said that the snow outside is too deep. I''m afraid I can''t come here until after dawn..."
"It''s daybreak. I really can''t help it. Let''s go to the living room of harmony room first," the uncle said in a deep voice to the public. "I have some questions to ask you later."
It''s snowing heavily again. Before the uncle and the old policeman cover their footprints with a towel, Gao Cheng silently checks with both hands. After a pause, he walks into the ancestral hall and looks at Anxi''s painted hemp corpse with blood on his chest. He specially looks at his shoes.
At present, it seems that those shoe prints are indeed left by Anxi huama himself. There is no murder weapon or any trace of the murderer at the scene.
The whole room is a secret room sealed by snow.
Gao Cheng looks around and draws a simple picture of the hotel structure in his mind.
Just now, in a few whispered discussions with Baotian editor, it was mentioned that the time for Anxi huama to go through the friendship hall to the ancestral hall was about 10:30. After that, no one passed through the hall until uncle found him.
The time of the attack was between 10:30 and 11:30. Judging from the condition of the corpse, it should be between 10:30 and 11:00.
In the open-air hot spring, Gao Cheng walks down the valley from the leisure hall. The door of the women''s soup bath is unloaded and placed on the side. There is a sign of "10:00 to 11:00" on the top, and a kimono sleeve Prajna paper man with a ghost mask on the bottom.
Saisaki''s body is still floating on the hot water, wrapped in a pile of gorgeous long sleeve kimonos. The death of these two people is just like the legend of the local kimono sleeve God, or the murderer also has the intention to use the legend. On Anxi''s painted hemp body, there is a kimono sleeve Prajna paper man. Motivation... Gao Cheng looks at the long sleeves of kimono unfolding like a picture in the bath, and suddenly remembers Suzuka sakako, the University elder sister mentioned by Harumi Shenjin. If Suzuka sakako who committed suicide is the God of kimono sleeves, chaisaki and Anxi are the two legendary daughters of the village head“ Well Gao Cheng squats beside the pool and finds that something seems to have fallen from the bottom of the pool. He quickly takes off his clothes and goes into the water to check. Although the body entangled by the long sleeves of the kimono seeps into the water, for him, it''s more or less immune, unless the body can suddenly open his eyes or speak... "I say Chenghu boy," the uncle suddenly yells into the bath, "What the hell are you doing? Now is not the time to destroy the scene. You''re a detective, don''t you? " Gao Cheng was almost startled. He fished something out of the water and said, "I think this should be the murder weapon." A total of two items, a knife used as a murder weapon, and a shock wand. Judging from the wound of the corpse, both Anxi and Chaiqi should have been killed by this fierce knife... "So the murder weapon is here!" Uncle Maori''s face turned pale. "In this case, Miss Asaka was killed after Miss Anxi, that is, after 10:30, but Xiaolan and her family have been playing table tennis in the leisure hall since then, and no one has gone through there at all... Is there really a ghost?"“ Where the hell is that? It should have been designed on purpose. " Gao Cheng grabs a bloodstained printed headscarf floating around the long sleeve kimono. It''s the one Anxi painted hemp has been wrapped around his head... Gao Cheng frowned. Judging from the current situation, the murderer first killed Anxi Juma in the ancestral hall, then killed saisaki akishika here, and then threw the weapon into the pool. The key is that whether you enter or leave the open-air hot spring, you will pass through the open-air bath. But as my uncle said, Xiao Lan, who has been playing ping-pong, did not see anyone pass by. Moreover, there are also doubts in the snow side of the courtyard. After 10:30, only Anxi broke through the hall to go to the ancestral hall, and only Anxi''s footprints were left on the snow. All the clues point to the only possibility... Is the killer an invisible ghost? Gao Cheng once again looks at the kimono sleeve Prajna at the entrance of the bath, and the private market sign hanging on the doo