"Don't you join?"

Shancun stared suspiciously at Conan: "But, when I went to the county police headquarters for four lessons, I saw the intelligence information about you..."

"Those are wrong! It's all wrong!"

Conan roared arrogantly, like a estrus second ha, Xiaolan reached out and pressed Conan's neck, and smiled and said: "Mountain village police officer, there must be something wrong with this... Yes, you are not To investigate the case of a long-haired man who committed suicide in red, please be busy first. Let’s visit the client first..."

"Haha, okay!" Shancun nodded and said with a smile. "But the words, your client, seems to be the owner of this hotel? I came here to investigate the case and I have to say hello to the boss. Only then..."

Shancun said, turning to look at the staff on the side: "Hello, is your boss now?"

"Our boss is entertaining guests... Well, please wait a moment, I will come to him." A staff member slightly turned around and turned into the corridor on the east side of the hotel. Shancun turned to look at the uncle Maori: "Speaking, Mr. Maori, I remember you said before, you were commissioned this time to help the hotel owner investigate a suitcase, and the suitcase, it is likely that the red long-haired man was put on the boss. Here, right?"

"Yes, I have such doubts now." Uncle Maori nodded, then raised his hand and looked at the watch. "My appointment with the boss was at twelve o'clock. It is now a little earlier. But in Before I came, the owner of the hotel had already said things on the phone briefly. According to him, the suitcase was the red man who was put in the hotel five years ago, and then handed it over to the boss. The letter, the red man said at the time, let the boss remember his red clothes and long hair, and said that after a year, even if he died, he would take things back, so the boss’s impression of the man was very deep..."

"... In addition, the red man also said that if he came to pick it up, he would take the suitcase. If it was someone else, let the boss give him the letter..."

Shancun heard the words, haha ​​smiled and said: "I am really curious! I don't know what is in the suitcase? The identity of the red man is not yet determined. If there is something in the suitcase that can confirm his identity, That would be great!"

"You can rest assured in the mountain village! If there is something similar in it, I will tell you." Uncle Maori held his chin. "I am worried now, there is only some boring stuff in the suitcase..."

"What is boring?" Xiaolan heard a word.

Uncle Maori said, "Ah," he said with amazement: "I didn't tell you about it? In fact, five years ago, the red man gave his suitcase to his boss the next day, and he had a beard. The man wearing a hat and sunglasses and claiming to be the agent of the red man went to the hotel. When the boss hesitated, he gave the letter to him. The strange man read the letter and angryly wrote the letter. After shredding, he left, and then the boss was a little curious. He put the piece of paper together and looked at it. There were only seven words written on it -"

"--May you be cursed and die!"

......

On the east side of the hotel, in a certain room.

Sakamoto’s number is still whispering in the sky with Aso’s paintings, and Shu Yunwen asks the truth in his mind: “What kind of wind is the little devil? Why is it so good for me?”

"Well, this..." He organized the language and replied, "The police officer who walked with Mr. Maori seems to be talking about Conan’s stay in the Kyrgyzstan. Then Conan suddenly blew his hair, and it’s hard to hear... ..."

After Cheng Shi finished, he proposed: "Yun Wen adults, do you want to take a look at Conan and retaliate? Let's discuss with the directors of the village, and use the extras to go out and shout a ‘big boss’, that scene...”

Listening to Shu Yunwen’s words, Shu Yunwen fantasized about a certain picture and “snapped”—

Ok! That scene is also used to say that it must be beautiful to explode!

But to put it bluntly, Conan, this guy is very witty, really wants to do this, he must be able to see through minutes...

Shu Yunwen’s heart was pondering. A hotel employee came in from the outside and went to Futian Mingzhi and Yuantian Fanglang. They bowed and greeted one sentence before they said: “Mr. Yuan Tian, ​​the mountain village police officer came. I want to see you..."

"Well... this..." Yuan Tianfang Lang turned his head and looked at Futian Mingzhi, and Futian Mingzhi helped to wave his hand: "Mr. Yuantian, you should go to your office first! In addition, after handling the hotel, I will prepare lunch for us immediately. I will have dinner with Yunwen adults later. Do you understand?"

"Okay, Mr. Fukuda."

Farita Fanglang nodded and stood up and walked outside. When Shu Yunwen heard "dining together," his eyes brightened and he asked the truth:

"Fully, you said... How about letting these extras drag the Conan to eat together?"

"have a meal together?"

Cheng Shi imagined that Conan was mixed with a large ticket in the big man with tattoos and body shape, and he sang a voice: "... Yun Wen adults, you really will play!~"

"What is ‘I will play?' First of all, it’s not you who retaliated against Conan’s words!~” Shu Yunwen slammed the pot into the real head, then turned to look at the director of the village:

"Director of the village, you are idle now, anyway, how about helping me?"

......

Inside the hall of the Kwai House Hotel.

Shancun Cao and Uncle Maori had a ride and didn't talk. After seeing Farita Fanglang coming out, he happily laughed and said, "Hello Mr. Yuantian, we met again. I heard that you are entertaining guests. It’s really bothering..."

"Where, in line with the police handling the case, it was our obligation." Yuan Tianfang Lang nodded and did not answer the "VIP".

Yamamura **** and talked to Farita Fanglang a few words, then reached out to the next Maori uncle and waited: "Yes, Mr. Yuan Tian, ​​this is a detective from Tokyo, Maori Kogoro..."

The mountain village has not finished talking, Farita Fanglang has hurriedly interrupted: "Is it the follower of Maori Detective? Maori Detective has arrived, just in Room 209 on the west side, I am looking at the suitcase I handed him. You have been looking for him in the past! Sorry, I have to prepare lunch for the guests, and I will leave!"

When Farita Fanglang finished, he turned and walked away. Uncle Maori was a slap in the face, and he returned to God a few seconds later:

"What? It's already here? How is this possible?"