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The organization’s things have been put away, so there’s no need to worry about Conan finding anything... right?
——Wait! The novel I updated last night is still on the desktop of my laptop on the desk! It seems that I didn’t turn off the computer last night!
When Chu Ming went downstairs, he saw Conan struggling to push a chair to the desk, standing on it and clicking the mouse.
Chu Ming rushed over in two steps and pulled the man down: "What are you doing? Are you trying to peek at what I wrote? This is not allowed, detective. Although you have become smaller, you can't use your age to do bad things secretly!"
Conan smiled cunningly: "Brother Chu Ming, are you writing a love letter? I seem to have seen a few girls' names, Amuro Namiko? Kurojin Kotoko?" Before he had time to see the details, he was pulled down by Chu Ming, but Conan still noticed these names that were obviously girls'.
"What nonsense are you talking about? How could it be a love letter!!!" Chu Ming felt a chill, thinking about the scene of himself writing a love letter to Gin or Bourbon, and couldn't help shaking Conan who was still in his hand, "Pour out the waste in your brain!"
Conan felt a little dizzy, and quickly held Chu Ming's hand: "Don't shake it, don't shake it, I won't say anything, brother Chu Ming, we should set off, uncle should be here soon, I asked him to come here to pick us up."
Damn, Brother Chu Ming is still shy. What's there to be ashamed of writing a love letter? Is it because he likes two girls? ?(? ???ω??? ?)?
After setting a password for the computer, shutting it down and putting it away, Chu Ming took Conan out. He must not let this house-wrecker in next time.
The van that came to pick them up already had several people in it. When they saw Chu Ming and his friends getting in the van, several people greeted them warmly.
It was already late when we set out, and by the time we got on the mountain highway it was already dark. Everyone in the car was excitedly discussing Conan Doyle's novels.
When asked about his favorite novel, Conan, who was sitting in the front, turned around excitedly and said, "My favorite is The Sign of Four! I've read it many times!"
"Wow, little brother is amazing. He can recognize so many words at such a young age~"
"My favorite is "The Red Hair Society", that story is very classic~"
Conan simply turned around and leaned on the back of the chair, chatting with Chu Ming who was sitting behind him: "Brother Chu Ming, what about you? Which one do you like best?"
"If I have to say which one I like best, I prefer The Hound of the Baskervilles. It should be considered a classic."
"Oh, I think 'A Study in Scarlet' is the most classic. That's the first appearance of Sherlock Holmes~" an uncle in the back row came over and said.
"What about this gentleman?" Someone suddenly cue the silent Kogoro Mouri and asked a soul-searching question.
"Um... this..." Maori Kogoro scratched his head. He has never been interested in these novels. "My favorite should be the Western car murder case..."
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"You should be talking about Murder on the Orient Express, right? That wasn't written by Conan Doyle. What's going on? Is there an outsider involved in this group?"
Everyone was talking at once, and Kogoro Mori slid down his seat in embarrassment.
The few people stopped talking about this and started chatting. A group of Conan Doyle fans got together and had endless things to talk about.
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"Ah, distinguished guests, I would like to sincerely welcome you all. I am the inn owner Hiroyuki Kanaya who planned this trip for you." A man dressed as Sherlock Holmes and looked like Inspector Megure was standing in the hotel with a smile on his face to welcome everyone. "The people gathered here today are all true Sherlock Holmes fans who have been strictly selected by me."
"Really? But there seems to be someone in our car who doesn't even know what Sherlock Holmes' cases are." Teng Chi Junming on the side added coldly.
Kanaya Hiroyuki looked at the person he was pointing at and immediately went over to him: “Oh—Mr. Maori!”
He turned to the crowd and said, "Let me introduce to you all. This is Mr. Maori Kogoro, a famous detective who has recently gained fame and is comparable to Sherlock Holmes."
Chu Ming and Conan twitched their lips at the same time, feeling that Holmes was offended. This was definitely the worst time that Holmes had been criticized, no doubt about it.
Chapter 61 Laughter at midnight
After hearing what Boss Kanaya said, the people from Western Car who had just listened to what Kogoro Mori said in the car became dissatisfied.
"What? A guy like this is worthy of being compared with Sherlock Holmes?"
"That's right. I've also seen reports about him on TV. His reasoning is okay, but when it comes down to it, he may not even be as good as Watson beside Sherlock Holmes." A couple said with sarcasm on their faces.
Chu Ming saw Maori Kogoro clench his fists in anger, and then looked at Conan who seemed to agree with him, and was a little speechless. These cases were all solved by Conan, and mocking Maori Kogoro was equivalent to mocking Conan. Conan was quite happy and even had the mood to comfort Maori Kogoro.
"Forget it, he's Sherlock Holmes after all, there's nothing we can do about it~"
Finally finding the source of his venting, Kogoro Mouri hit Conan on the head with a bang, leaving a big bump on his head.
"Don't talk nonsense. How could I lose to the people in the book? It's all your fault for insisting on joining a tour group."
"Ah——" Conan held his head and shrank to the side in grievance.
"Conan, are you okay?" Xiaolan hurried forward and asked.
"Conan?" A group of people crowded around Conan, "Little boy, your name is Conan? That's a really good name."
"Yes, yes, this is a really good name!"
Conan no longer cared about the pain in his head. He smiled and said, "I like my own name very much!"
Yes, after all, it’s the name you chose yourself, how could you not like it?
"Conan is so lively right now~"
Chu Ming turned around and found Xiaolan looking at Conan with a nostalgic look on her face. She sighed: "This is similar to Shinichi. He also likes Sherlock Holmes very much, and--"
"He is keen on reasoning and likes playing football. Moreover, he met me briefly before and left without saying goodbye..." The person who took over the conversation was Hattori Heiji, who came from Osaka and tried to meet Kudo Shinichi again.
"Oh, you are Hattori? Are you also a fan of Sherlock Holmes?" Xiaolan recognized the black guy in front of her.
Hattori waved his hand: "No, the reason why I signed up for this competition is because I thought I would meet Kudo Shinichi here, and I still like Ellari Quin more than Conan Doyle..."
Chu Ming wanted to complain, you don't like Ellarikun more, you obviously like Kudo Shinichi more, but how can you slander his idol in front of Kudo, whom you like?
Just look, when Conan and a group of Sherlock Holmes fans heard Hattori say that he liked Ellariquin more, they all looked up at him. The kind eyes they used when looking at their opponents made Hattori's scalp tingle, and he looked so pitiful, weak and helpless.jpg.
He was so scared that he swallowed his saliva and had to bow to the evil forces. He laughed dryly, "Ah, haha... haha, but of course Conan Doyle is better, haha, haha."
Everyone looked kind and gentle again this time, which made Chu Ming amazed. They were all experts in Sichuan Opera face-changing.
Seeing that everyone had almost finished their discussion, Hiroyuki Kanaya clapped his hands, drew everyone's attention to himself, and talked about the arrangements for the next day. The highlight was that after dinner, there would be an extremely difficult reasoning quiz. Those who answered all the questions correctly would receive a collector's copy of the first edition of Sherlock Holmes's first published work, "A Study in Scarlet", which made Conan Doyle's famous work.
Conan's eyes lit up and his mouth was almost watering. He unconsciously grabbed Chu Ming's clothes and tugged at them, and said to him excitedly: "Brother Chu Ming, did you see that? It's the first edition! The collector's edition! That's the collectible book that all Sherlock Holmes fans dream of!!!"
Chu Ming interrupted the crazy detective with a headache and saved his clothes in time: "Don't be too excited, Mr. Jintian still has something to say, you should listen to it first."
Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, Kaneda Hiroyuki raised a mysterious smile and said, "In order to prove that you are all true fans of Sherlock Holmes, we have to do a small test first. This is a 990-question test about Sherlock Holmes. Please hand it in to me before tomorrow night. Only those who score above points will be eligible to participate in the quiz after dinner tomorrow night. In order to ensure that you don't cheat, please hand in your personal documents and mobile phones. Of course, it's okay if you don't hand it in. There are surveillance cameras everywhere in the hotel~"
Everyone handed their cell phones and books to the waitress nearby. When it was Chu Ming's turn, he was afraid that Gin might not be able to contact him, so he thought about it and didn't hand it over, indicating that he would not participate in the event. Mr. Kanaya did not force him.
At night, Kogoro Mouri and Ran were both asleep, and Conan squeezed into Chu Ming's room with a smile. Uncle Mouri's snoring was so loud that he couldn't answer the questions properly, so he simply came over and squeezed in with Chu Ming.
Chu Ming was lying on the bed. Fortunately, he did not have Gin's almost perverted vigilance, otherwise, with Conan answering the questions while muttering to himself and occasionally chuckling when he wrote something happy, he would have been shot to death by him.
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha——————————”
It was past five in the morning. Conan, who had not slept all night and had been answering questions, finally finished the last question. Looking at the full test paper, Conan laughed arrogantly. This test paper was not very difficult.
Chu Ming was awakened by the laughter. Looking at the figure shaking with laughter at the head of the bed, he couldn't help but pick up the pillow beside him and threw it at the person. He had finally had a good dream, and he had defeated Gin in the dream. He was just about to hear Gin calling him "big brother", damn it!
After smashing Conan, Chu Ming fell down and continued to sleep. I don’t know if I can continue this dream~
Chapter 62: Death of the Innkeeper
——Nine o’clock in the evening.
Chu Ming firmly rejected Conan's proposal to sleep with him tonight and ignored Conan's resentful look.
What is he complaining about? He hasn't complained yet. Although he fell asleep in time in the early morning, the beautiful dream he missed can never come back. This dream of Gin bowing to him may be the only one in his life!
After dinner, everyone drank tea and ate snacks in the restaurant while waiting for Boss Jingu to arrive.
After waiting for a long time and seeing no one show up, Chu Ming slumped down on his chair and asked, "Why hasn't anyone shown up in such a long time?"
Several people nearby were also dissatisfied: "The rumors can't be true, I heard that Boss Jingu holds this kind of event every year to attract more people to his hotel, but the questions are always difficult and people return empty-handed. I don't think he really wants to hold this event, but wants to use it to show off his first-generation collector's edition books!"
After sitting there for more than three hours, everyone who had been able to wait patiently became impatient. The hot-tempered Fujisawa slammed the table and stood up: "Damn it, I can't stand it anymore, I want to go back to my room and sleep!"
Ignoring the waitress's attempts to stop him, he went straight back to the room, and the people around him followed him back. After all, it was getting late, past twelve o'clock, and the older people would have probably taken a nap under normal circumstances.
When Kogoro Mouri saw someone going back, he couldn't sit still anymore and quickly got up and went back to sleep.
Xiaolan was a little moved and asked Conan beside her: "What about you, Conan, do you want to go back?"
Conan shook his head without hesitation: "Sister Xiaolan, I will wait a little longer."
Xiaolan nodded. She was a little worried about Conan being alone in the hall, and she didn't want to leave even though she was very sleepy.
Chu Bai had made up for the day's sleep and was feeling pretty good. He said to Xiaolan, "Xiaolan, why don't you go to bed first? I'll stay with Conan here."
Xiaolan hesitated for a moment, but she couldn't hold back her eyelids from fighting, so she nodded. After saying good night to each other, she went back to her room.
Time ticked by, and many people left because they couldn't stay up late. There were only six people left in the hall - the waitress, the college couple Kento Toba and Aya Ooki who had argued with Kogoro Mouri at the beginning, Hattori Heiji who was secretly depressed because Shinichi Kudo didn't show up, and Conan and Chu Ming who was bored and lying on the table, making origami frogs and jumping all over the table for entertainment.
Hattori Heiji rubbed his eyes, which were already beginning to become difficult to open: "No, no, I'm so sleepy, I can't hold on any longer, I want to go to sleep too."
Ooki Ayako was also a little tired, and said to her boyfriend, "Yanren, I don't think it's a good idea to just wait like this, why don't we go back to our room and sleep."
But her boyfriend obviously had a different opinion. He shook his head and said, "Ayako, wait a minute. Whoever leaves first at this time will lose. If you wait a little longer, maybe - what is that? The innkeeper seems to be driving."
He accidentally looked out the window and saw a car slowly driving out.
"Really? It's really the boss. Looks like the quiz is finally about to begin!"
Conan and Hattori also quickly squeezed to the window, but Chu Ming was stunned. Why were there so many magnetic fields glowing in the car?
"Wait, there's a cliff ahead, why doesn't he stop the car?"
Hattori opened the window, and Conan and he were about to jump down, but Chu Ming behind him climbed over the window frame, jumped out from over Conan's head, and quickly ran towards the car.
——So many magnetic fields! You are rich, you are rich, take your time, I will come soon!
Conan looked at the figure running away quickly, and couldn't help but sigh that Brother Chu Ming was still so kind-hearted, so he ran over as well.
Chu Ming ran after the speeding car and shattered the car window with an elbow strike. The magnetic field was absorbed quickly the moment it came into contact with him. He reached out to pull Boss Jingu and was about to pull him out when the car jolted and suddenly began to accelerate, speeding towards the cliff.
At this time Conan and Hattori also ran over and shouted desperately to the hotel owner, trying to wake him up, but it was useless. The car drove straight towards the cliff and fell down.
"Stop shouting, he's dead. I just touched his body and it was already a little stiff." Chu Ming stood on the edge of the cliff, watching the car fall and explode violently, and said lightly.
"Dead?" The waitress who came hurriedly was shocked.
Chu Ming, who now felt comfortable after absorbing the magnetic field, turned around and said to the waiter, "Please call all the people in the hotel over. A murder has occurred. Ask them to gather in the lobby."
"Okay, I'll go right away."
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"What? The boss is dead?"