“Murder in Western trains?”

She racked her brains and only thought of the novel name she used to pretend to behave. Kogoro Mouri felt the increasingly unkind eyes behind her and the suddenly quiet atmosphere in the car.

After glaring at Conan who was desperate to save him, he hesitated to tell the only mystery novel he had read in his life.

"Ha? Western train murder?"

"Puchi! You should be talking about the murder of the Oriental train? Hahaha! And this is not the Sherlock Holmes series written by Mr. Conan Doyle, but the Detective Poirot series written by Ms. Agatha Christie. Hello! Uncle, you are not a Sherlock Holmes fan at all, right?"

Faced with this soul-like target, Kogoro Mouri felt even more out of place among this group of people, especially as if he, a person who doesn't understand Sherlock Holmes, was sitting in the car and breathing the same air as them, and it seemed that it made them feel uncomfortable. It made Kogoro Mouri grit his teeth even more hated.

"I also paid money to sign up! What are your attitudes? Give me some respect!"

After taking a deep breath, Kogoro Mori, who was already roaring wildly in his heart, still maintained his cultivation of a famous detective. After the car was not given a chance, the group of people exchanged various silent communications. He gave the pressure to the hotel staff member Iwai Hitomi who suddenly drove silently.

"Hey! I won't really stay with these guys for three days, right? Your tour group is too inhumane, right? Can you come and learn about the plot about Sherlock Holmes like me?"

"Of course! Mr. Maori! After all, you are the distinguished guest that our store manager has been looking forward to since he got the registration list. Don't worry! In addition to you, there is a car of people in this tour group! I believe they won't all look like this!"

"Is that so? That's fine!"

Kogoro Maori, who had never thought that the clerk was kindly deceived himself to comfort him, leaned on the seat with some relaxation after hearing this comfort.

But Conan, who thought of something, smiled secretly and chose to remain silent.

Conan has already learned about this Holmes-themed tour group from Xiaolan newspaper. It is also a very hard-core tour group in the circle. The manager of the hotel who formed this tour group is a senior Sherlock Holmes fan. Every time he chooses a member, he does not ask you to get on the bus after collecting money, but to meet his requirements. Only those who have passed his assessment can participate in this kind of private tour.

This time, a bastard like Kogoro Maori can be selected, maybe because of his popularity recently! The store manager is interested in him or wants to hype him up for fame, but no matter which one it is, it makes Conan feel a little dissatisfied with the store manager he has not met. Since he is a fan of Sherlock Holmes, how can he think of using Sherlock Holmes to make profits? Damn capital!

He didn't remember that he was just a stinky guy now. If it weren't for the traffic of Kogoro Mouri, the store manager, he wouldn't have been so excited that Conan, who was so excited, silently despised everything in his heart.

With the murder of Kogoro Mouri's Western train, the discussion atmosphere in the whole car suddenly became cold, and the car that was originally driving on the winding mountain road also quickly arrived at the hotel on the top of the mountain.

"Wow! What a beautiful hotel! Conan! Let's go in and take a look!"

After arriving at the destination, because of Kogoro Mouri's performance, everyone in the car ignored Xiaolan and the others and walked into the store with their luggage.

It felt like Kogoro Mouri, who had been targeted again, almost went up to let their family see the power of Tokyo's No. judo master. Unfortunately, Koran, who had been guarding against Kogoro Mouri, immediately stopped his actions.

"Dad! I'm sorry! It was my own decision, I didn't expect you to be like this..."

"well!"

Seeing his daughter's self-blame look, Kogoro Mouri's anger disappeared immediately.

"Silly girl! You are already good to your father! As long as you like, your father will accompany you wherever you go! Let's go in and see the style of this hotel!"

So Kogoro and the other two also walked into the hotel with their luggage. In the past three days, Kogoro and Kogoro had already made up their minds to sleep in their room and brag about it with the silly swearing.

As soon as he entered, Kogoro Mouri saw a fat man dressed as Sherlock Holmes chatting enthusiastically with the group of people who came in first.

After I went to pick up Kogoro Mori and the others, Iwai Shinmi Iwai walked into the hotel and nodded to him, the fat man who was socializing from all sides stood on a small stage in the hall.

"Everyone! Everyone! Welcome to the McLoft Hotel, a special hotel with Sherlock theme! I am the owner of the hotel who planned this trip, Golden Valley!"

"Smack!"

A burst of applause that suited the situation.

"Thank you all! I believe everyone here has had some short communication on the road before, and may have discovered that today the Holmes fans gathered here are all the Sherlock fans I have carefully selected. If you are a real Holmes fan, I believe you will definitely get the best experience here, open your heart, and discuss with everyone, Sherlock Holmes you have never discussed with people around you! How about it? Isn't it great?"

"Hey! Golden Valley! Are you sure the candidates are all Sherlock Holmes fans who are strictly screened?"

"certainly!"

Just as Jin Gu spoke more and more, his face became more and more excited, and he was ready to end with climaxes like preaching.

Fujisawa Toshiaki, who was standing in the crowd, suddenly stood up and embarrassed him.

"Oh? Fujisawa, what do you mean?"

"What do I mean? Well! The guy behind me who claims to have seen murders in Western trains! You have also carefully selected such people?"

"What are you doing? I won't speak without sarcasm, right?"

Hearing Fujisawa Shun Akira's sarcastic fist, Kogoro, could not help but be hard.

"Ah? How is that possible? Someone doesn't know about Sherlock Holmes?"

"What the hell is the murder of Western trains? Isn't this person not a mystery fan at all? Then why are he here for?"

"dad!"

Just as Xiaolan listened to these fingers and couldn't help feeling guilty again, Jin Gu, who was standing on the platform, followed Fujisawa Toshiaki's finger and saw who he was pointing to, couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha! This may just be joking with you. He is a heavy guest I invited! A contemporary detective who is worthy of being called the same as Sherlock Holmes..."

"Mori Kogoro, right? You're almost vomiting on TV and newspapers! You're known as the new generation of Holmes in Tokyo! It's really ridiculous! I've read all your case-solving records. I admit that you have a good mind and clear reasoning logic, but that's all, I can do it too! How can this kind of pediatrics be compared with Holmes?"

"That's it! That's it! They are all just media sensationalism. Just like him, he looks different in dimensions. Otherwise, he would be unable to compare with Dr. Watson beside Sherlock Holmes! Hahaha!"

"indeed!"

Just when Kaneya wanted to relieve the embarrassment and introduced her identity to Kogoro Mouri to let everyone know him again and give him some respect. Another pair of men and women standing below suddenly jumped out and directly quarreled at Kogoro Mouri.

"Hey! I'm giving you a face, right? You Sherlock Holmes fans can just fight me alone, right? Exclude me, right? What's the fuck..."

"Uncle, don't be angry! Although what they said is unpleasant, it's not unreasonable! It's Sherlock Holmes after all! There's nothing we can do!"

Just when Kogoro Mouri was about to erupt, because she was surrounded by Holmes fans, she was already overjoyed. Conan, who had removed his IQ, stood beside Kogoro Mouri and made up for the last blow.

"Ha! Conan? It's so floating! I can't cure these trolls and can't cure you? It's all you can! The hell of Holmes' journey!"

"Dong!"

Kogoro Mori, who increased Conan's height by five centimeters, finally vented the anger accumulated along the way.

When Xiaolan saw him hit Conan, he immediately ignored him and felt distressed Conan.

"Conan! How are you?"

"Huh? Conan?"

With Xiaolan's shout, the originally noisy hall suddenly became quiet, and then everyone's eyes were all focused on Conan.
Chapter completed!