In the living room of the main house, Gao Cheng glanced at the lighted wing room through the window.

That old man is really amazing, staying alone in that kind of place...

"I have to wait until tomorrow to talk to my dad about my business." Damen Lianglang accompanied Uncle Maori to drink on the sofa next to him, with a low expression and handed a notebook to the uncle, "This is the news cut by my mother..."

Uncle Mori followed the newspaper clippings: "On December 10, Saakusa Industry President Kenichi Saakusa committed suicide, but the industry circulated that Saakusa Industry was used by Daemon Industry, and vicious competition forced it to close... Is this the news four years ago? "

"Yes," Damen Lianglang turned his head slightly, "My dad is indeed possible to do such a thing for purpose. You should have seen the armor just now. In fact, the president who committed suicide is the armor. The original owner."

"December 10th...it happens to be today," Gao Cheng's expression moved slightly, "that president is really surnamed Sacho?"

"I've heard about this too," Hojo Hatsuho brought tea and desserts. "Later, the factory was abandoned there. I heard that there are people seeing ghosts there. It's scary, isn't it?"

Xiaolan hugged Conan tightly: "The owner who collected the armor of General Xiuyou actually committed suicide on the same day...difficult, is there really a curse?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, Xiao Lan?" Uncle Maori drank with a grin, "I think it's just a coincidence. If you don't talk about this, I'd better drink Xuejianjiu. Oh, the wine here is really good."

"Of course, this is the best local wine."

"The snow has stopped," Gao Cheng was not interested in wine, and yawned and closed the curtains. "It's getting late. I think it's better to rest early."

"Ah, that's right," Hojo Hatsuo responded with a smile, "I have made the bed, everyone can rest."

"I really trouble you, Sister Chusui," Xiaolan stopped the uncle from drinking, "Okay, Dad, you're tired after driving for a day, so hurry up and go to bed."

"Let me have another drink!"

"I'll go to the toilet first."

Gao Cheng ignored the uncle who was fighting for the glass with Xiaolan, and walked out of the living room with his hands in it.

Really, after a day of freezing, I still have to stay tensed when I come to stay overnight. Sometimes people like the uncle who are confused and have little roots are also quite enviable.

"If Dad passes away, you will have inheritance." The voice of the eldest daughter-in-law talking with her husband suddenly came out from the room on the other side of the aisle.

"But looking at Dad's body, it's too early to die."

"That's true."

"Speaking of which, why did Liang Lang suddenly come back?"

"The ghost knows that leaving Japan is all shit, I see him, he must have come home to please dad, huh, in fact, if you can successfully become the president, you won’t have any problems. Marry you. This kind of useless guy is really angry..."

"You didn't marry me for the sake of wealth?"

"what did you say?"

Gao Cheng stood outside the door, silently listening to the quarrel between the couple.

What about this kind of family, no matter how rich it is? No wonder that old man would move to the wing...

"Forget it, what's up to me... Anyway, I only stay for one night, and I will leave tomorrow."

Gao Cheng turned and walked towards the toilet on the corner. It happened that the eldest son Kazuki opened the door coldly, squinting his eyes to watch Gao Cheng walk into the toilet.

"Going to the audio-visual room for the night again?" the eldest wife in the room said coldly, "I can't be a wife like music!"

"Humph!"

The door Kazuki closed the door fiercely, and when he passed the kitchen, he said to Hojo Hatsho, who was still washing his cups: "Hatsuho, can you help me make a cup of coffee, and send it to the audio-visual room when it is made."

"Ok."

The guest room is a very large room with 5 floor bunks. When Gao Cheng and Xiao Ai lie down next to Conan, Xiao Lan finally pulls Uncle Maori over.

"Dad, if you still have a hangover tomorrow, we have to live here again!"

"Xiaolan, you're so long-winded, I only drank two glasses!"

"Keep it down!"

Gao Cheng's eyelids collapsed with a headache.

Another room with Uncle Maori is really torture. Don’t snore after a while...

Pulling over the quilt and covering his head, I wanted to fall asleep quickly, but the figure of an armored warrior appeared in my mind. The weird drums on the requiem ceremony before seemed to be sounding outside again, and the weird ceremonial dance could not be forgotten.

hateful……

Gao Cheng surrendered and lifted the quilt, looking at Xiao Ai, who closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"Xiao Ai, okay to sleep together?"

"No." Xiao Ai turned around decisively.

"Bro Cioto," Conan half-opened his eyes and looked over, "Aren't you afraid of ghosts?"

"Afraid of ghosts? I am afraid of ghosts?" Gao Cheng opened his eyes wide. "If there are ghosts in this world, why should we detectives? If there are ghosts, you can come to me at any time, the more the better!"

"Really?" Conan twitched his mouth and smiled. Suddenly he was taken aback, and Xiao Lan was dragged to his side by the bed.

"It seems a bit cold," Xiao Lan pulled over the bed of Uncle Maori next to him and said seriously, "Everyone squeeze."

"..."

"Boom!" The bell rang at twelve o'clock in the night, echoing in the silent snowy night. The old woman's gate Longzi knelt in front of the altar and shrine to worship, and trance heard the sound of footsteps on snow coming from outside.

The boasting sound became clearer and clearer, and the old woman strangely walked to the window and opened a gap to look at the yard.

Under the bright moonlight, the hideous figure of the samurai armor greeted the old woman's eyes, as if she felt the sight of the old woman, and suddenly stopped her figure.

"General Xiuyou..."

The old woman quickly closed the window, turned her head and closed her eyes tightly. When she heard the sound of footsteps outside the house again, she hurriedly knelt to the Buddhist altar in fear.

...

In the early morning, Gao Cheng opened his eyes in a daze, and found that Xiao Ai didn't know when he was leaning on the side. Conan snored softly, Xiao Lan curled up in the quilt in fear, and Uncle Maori didn't know whether he was drunk or something. The pillows and quilts were all kicked to the side.

Sure enough, there is nothing wrong~lightnovelpub.net~Well," Uncle Maori scratched it, and was suddenly awakened by the cold, "Is it dawn? I don’t know if I can go to the hot spring today..."

"Didn't the snow stop yesterday? Going to the hot springs will definitely be fine," Gao Cheng yawned again, and tightened his quilt. "I will sleep again, and I will be called later."

"I said your kid didn't sleep all night, right?"

"Who told you to snore all the time? I slept with my head covered..."

"Huh," Uncle Maori scowled, "Speaking of which, you still haven't thanked me well, how could you let us stay overnight if it wasn't for my sake?"

"Yes Yes……"

Damn, uncle this shameless guy.

If it weren’t for this guy to get lost while driving, everyone wouldn’t be trapped in the snowy night. You could go to the hot spring yesterday...