"What? This is what is called travel? No TV, no phone, and no newspaper! Even the weather is so stuffy, it won't be raining, right? Damn! Is there no air conditioner in this room? The only electronic device in the whole room is the surveillance monitor on the head? Damn it! Is this jail?"

After a simple dinner, Kogoro Mori, who took Koran and Conan back to the room, checked and lay on the bed like a salted fish. He couldn't imagine that there would be such a tour group?

Compared to him who was lying on the bed and lamenting, Conan, who came back with the test questions, rarely did not argue with him. Instead, he climbed on the floor with his pen, and filled in the test paper with his pen tip.

"When did Sherlock Holmes and Professor Moritia fall into the valley together in which month? This is a bonus question! May 4, 1981! It's too simple, maybe it's because it's just the beginning? Maybe the difficulty will increase later? Suddenly I get excited! Hehe!"

"Next question!"

Looking at Conan, who was as devilish as he was doing homework hard, Kogoro Mori couldn't help but reach out to cover his face.

Well, there was no one who argued with him. Now he just wanted to go to bed early and chat happily with the sculptors in his dreams. This tour group was simply spending money to suffer.

"It's just hell!"

"It's simply heaven!"

Thinking of tomorrow's answers with a group of Sherlock Holmes fans, then their full marks made them look at each other with admiration, and finally won the championship in the reasoning question and answer, and obtained the collector's version of the blood-word research, Conan couldn't help but admire the tour group Xiaolan signed him up for this time.

What black-clothed organization, gin vodka, has long been left behind.

The moon rabbit sinks westward, and the golden crow rises eastward.

Kogoro Mouri, who had been chatting with the sand sculptures all night, obviously had a bad face and did not embrace the sunshine today with a smile.

Well... Although the sunshine today is indeed not very bright, the sky is still gloomy.

"Damn it! Is there another murder case? Will it make people calm down?"

Rubbing his slightly groggy head, Kogoro Mori got up with some displeasure and muttered. He no longer wanted to defend the Tokyo Death God of Heisei era that the sculptors called him. Perhaps he believed in this superstition in his heart, right? Maybe this is the setting of his character? Just like Conan, the first-grade detective setting?

Which idiot cartoonist is this world set by? Isn’t it too unfriendly to me, Kogoro Mouri?

"Forget it, no matter what? Let's live your life first! It seems that I can't stay at home today, and I have to move! The sculptors are getting worse and worse now. Is it good to tell me directly that the dead are not good? I have to use human lives to test my reasoning ability! It's simply... Alas! Forget it, in their eyes, we may just be an anime character, right? We are not human at all!"

"After knowing the truth, I also want to convince myself to watch Conan Show quietly according to the original trajectory. What a pity! I am unwilling to give up! Those people are life in my eyes. I can't pretend to be stupid and watch a first-grade kid working hard alone! I don't want to be a clown in a stage play!"

After a simple wash, Kogoro Mori, who was so angry, asked Koran to have breakfast. As for Conan...

I was still staying up late with red eyes, trying hard to fill in the 1,000 Sherlock Holmes Questions!

"It's so hardcore! Are these Sherlock Holmes fans so cruel?"

After taking Kogoro, who did not treat Conan as a child, took Koran, who wanted to persuade Conan to go for breakfast, left a sentence to bring you breakfast and left the room.

After saying hello to Hattori Heiji, who was also yawning on this long table, he pulled open the chair and let Kora sit beside him and began to observe the Sherlock Holmes fans in front of him.

Yesterday he only treated these people as passers-by, thinking that when the three days came, everyone would never meet again, so he didn't know much about these people. But last night, after the silly people told him that there were dead and murderers in this group, Kogoro Mouri felt that he could no longer be emotional. Even if the group of people didn't like him, he didn't like them. He also had to know these people well.

First of all, the person who came in the same car as him, the driver at that time, the current chef and waiter, Iwai Innmi, an old hotel employee, is in the village at the foot of the mountain. He is the right-hand man of the shop manager Yuyuki Kaneya. He is serving them breakfast with a smile on his face.

"So sunny? There should be no murderer, right? No one wants to kill her, right? Exclude it first..."

"The next one is the bastard who gave himself a fatal blow, Toshiaki Fujisawa. According to Inmi Iwai, he is a station service staff member. He speaks so hurtfully, maybe anyone will see him being unhappy and kill him! Didn't come to have breakfast in the morning? Go and see him later, he shouldn't die so soon, right?"

"There are two other people, Kawazu Izuo, male, 25 years old, a high school physical education teacher. Nanako Shimizu, female, 24 years old, a library administrator. The two are like two extremes. Izuo Kawazu Izuo is like the sun, always giving people the feeling of a sunny boy, like a physical education teacher who makes people like. Nanako Shimizu is the other extreme. Apart from staring at you with her gloomy eyes, she can hardly say a word. According to Kogoro Maori's logical reasoning, Nanako Shimizu is more like a person holding a murderer's card."

After talking about the people in their car, the person in the car that the store manager went to pick up.

"Maria Toda, a genius astrologer? It's either a secret or astrological sign to keep silent. Kogoro Mouri thinks she is either a prophet or a liar, but the murderer should be impossible."

At this moment, she was humming a song, cutting the fried eggs from her plate with great pleasure. It seemed that she had a good sleep last night.

Apart from her and Hattori Heiji who was sitting on the other side of her, the other two were the dogs who were sarcastic about themselves yesterday, trying to make big news by attacking themselves and making big news.

Just like what Kogoro Mouri thought, they are indeed a couple, and they are from the same school and the same club. Of course, their club must be a reasoning club. Young people who have not been beaten up by society and have such a crazy tone, Kogoro Mouri can understand it.

But the guy and woman who did not come to have breakfast still felt that they were not simple, and that without evidence, it was intuition.

Sure enough, our Maori detective may be a little bit small.

After analyzing everyone who is currently living in this hotel, Kogoro Mori, who was drinking the milk in his hand, suddenly found that he had subconsciously ignored someone.

"Miss Iwai Inmi! Where is the manager of Jintani? Does he come for breakfast either?"

"Yes! The store manager asked me to deliver it to him later!"

"Oh? Is that right? Then he must be tired after watching the surveillance monitor all night last night, right? Are you watching during the day today?"

"No, no, no! I'm only responsible for your diet and cleaning the hotel!"

"Oh? Is the Jingu store manager staring at us 24 hours a day by himself? Then he has worked so hard!"

He was polite to Hitomi Iwai and holding a milk cup, but Kogoro Mori had an idea that made him more and more affirmative. He might have to verify it later.
Chapter completed!