Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

"Mr. Maori, you really hold a lot of alcohol!"

"I won the prize, I won the prize."

Uncle Mao Li asked for the cheapest room on the corner of the second floor, which happened to be next to Gao Cheng's room, and he and Shan Cuncao got drunk and noisy as soon as they arrived.

"From this point of view, that counterfeit is no match at all," Shancun Cao drunkenly complimented, clapping his hands, "We might see a good show today."

"Hey, just wait and see!"

"Really." Gao Cheng leaned against the bed, speechless listening to the laughter coming from the next door.

It was already dark, and Uncle Mao Li and the rookie policeman were still drinking.

"I didn't go home and ran to this place, what on earth did I come for?" Gao Cheng said helplessly.

Xiao Ai checked the information on the Internet with her laptop in her arms, and said calmly when she heard the words: "Didn't you come here because you heard that an unknown corpse was found?"

"That's right, but the hotel owner is looking for Uncle Maori... I can't get in the way of an outsider..."

Gao Cheng dragged his chin and thought, "By the way, maybe we can ask that rookie police officer about the situation first."

In the next room, Uncle Mori and Yamamura Misao were still drinking, Xiaolan was sitting on the side drinking drinks unhappily, while Conan was sitting by the window and looking outside.

"Detective Kido?" Shancun Cao saw Gao Cheng enter the room, tongue tied up, "Would you like a drink?"

"No need," Gao Cheng secretly wiped his cold sweat, "Mountain village police officer, you should still be on duty, right? Drinking so much alcohol..."

"No, it doesn't matter," Yamamura Cao said with a dizzy smile holding up his wine glass, "I only have a few drinks... right, Mr. Mori?"

Uncle Mao Li hiccupped: "That's right."

Xiao Lan slammed down her glass and complained to Gao Cheng, "They've already drank half of the case!"

"No wonder..."

Gao Cheng conveniently sat down at the table, looked at Shancun Cao who was about to pass out at any time, and quickly asked: "Officer Shancun, can you tell me more about the nameless corpse this time?"

"Oh,

That man," Yamamura said in a daze, "didn't you just ask the staff member who found the body? It is said that the employees found it when they came back from a trip to pick wild vegetables... But then again, the deceased had car keys, but no driver's license, cigarettes but no lighter, etc... and he died in summer, but he was wearing Sweater, it's really weird..."

As he spoke, Shancun Cao directly fell asleep on the dining table, looking at Gao Cheng with black lines all over his head.

"Mountain Village Police Officer!"

"I'm talking about Kido boy," said Uncle Maori, with a tie wrapped around his head, belching again, "It's useless to ask any more questions. This time, it's just an ordinary suicide."

Gao Cheng had a headache and looked at the alcohol-smelling Uncle Mao Li: "Uncle, do you know what's going on?"

This old alcoholic, it doesn't look like an ordinary suicide...

"I asked on the way here," the uncle said disapprovingly, "I heard from the mountain village police officer that the deceased's mountaineering bag contained fresh milk and red bean bread, and the expiration date was exactly in July four years ago. A receipt from a nearby convenience store, and the deceased had a rope around his neck, and a broken tree branch tied with a rope beside him...

"These are obvious. The deceased must have broken the branches after hanging himself. In the past, people here used to go to the forest to commit suicide before the summer vacation. It's not surprising at all."

"That's why it's strange," Gao Cheng rubbed his brows and said, "First of all, why do you wear a sweater in summer, have cigarettes but no ignition, have car keys but no driver's license..."

Uncle Mao Li's words faltered, and he snorted: "What's the matter, who is going to commit suicide, who knows what he will think?"

Gao Cheng continued to ask: "But uncle, didn't you get called by the boss to investigate the man in red? A person who came here to store his suitcase in the autumn of 5 years ago will commit suicide in the summer of a year later?"

"Stupid, didn't he say that he would come back to get it even if he died? That's why the hotel owner asked me to solve this mystery!" Uncle Mao Li lit a cigarette angrily, and looked back to the outside of the room, "The key should be that The suitcase...but that guy is really slow, it's been so long and he hasn't started reasoning..."

Xiao Lan complained: "Maybe that impostor has already run away, wouldn't it be nice to go to him just now?"

"Shouldn't have left," Conan kept staring at the window, and hurriedly said, "It seems that no one has left the hotel yet."

The uncle staggered and stood up: "I can't help it, I'll go and scold that fake..."

"No, it's bad!" Just then, there was a sudden shout and noise in the corridor, and the staff member Urakawa ran over in a panic, "Mr. Police! Something is wrong!"

"What's wrong?" Uncle Mao Li asked confusedly, "Has the deduction started?"

"No," several staff members said anxiously, "Detective Maori seems to have hanged himself in the room!"

"What did you say?! I, I hanged myself?" Uncle Mao Li was half sober in an instant, and it took a while to realize that he was not talking about himself, "What's going on?"

"Anyway, hurry up and take a look, where is Mr. Police?" Urakawa looked into the room and noticed the sleeping Yamamura, "Mr. Police!"

"Huh?" Yamamura Cao opened his eyes in a daze, "Mr. Mori committed suicide?"

...

In Room 209, Gao Cheng followed the crowd through the hallway into the living room, and found that the impostor had been hanged on the beam between the paper doors of the bedroom, with a belt strangling his neck, with a frightening expression and staring eyes.

There was an overturned Go board at the foot of the corpse, and the coat was thrown aside. As for the briefcase, it was placed on the table under the chandelier, and a key was still inserted in the suitcase.

He just came here and knocked on the door not long ago, and the victim responded at that time, and the time of the murder should be about half an hour...

Gao Cheng glanced around, thoughtfully squatted down to the edge of the entrance and touched the tatami, and found that there were still wet marks, as if someone had walked in with wet feet.

It's too strange to think of committing suicide, the possibility of homicide is very high...

"Ah? Is he a counterfeit?" The owner of the hotel next to him and his party already knew the real identity of Uncle Mao Li, and they were quite surprised.

"is this real?"

"That's right," Yamamura said affirmatively, "That person is just a counterfeit Maori detective, and this one is the real detective Mr. Mori Kogoro!!"

"So that's how it is," the staff realized belatedly, "No wonder I always thought I'd seen him somewhere!"

"I'm really sorry, because we haven't seen you in person, so..."

"Cough, cough, cough!" Uncle Mao Li put his hands behind his back, coughed heavily, turned to the briefcase on the table, and said, "Let's see what's in this suitcase first, this guy is pretending to be me. What's the purpose."

"That's right."

"The key is still in the keyhole."

Yamamura turned the key and opened the suitcase, only to find that there was only a sports newspaper with a front page of sumo wrestling inside.

Uncle Mori looked at the report of "Akagi Maru first won" on the front page in surprise: "This was a newspaper in September five years ago. I remember that Akagi Maru won for the first time in 18 years, so the report was very detailed, but he Retired four years ago due to serious injury... wonder why is there such a thing in the briefcase?"

"There seems to be something in the newspaper?"

When Uncle Maori was flipping through the newspaper, Yamamura was attracted by some falling black lines, and pulled it suspiciously, and all the black lines fell out immediately.

"Oh my god! It's hair!"

Yamamura held the long hair that fell out of the newspaper in horror, Xiaolan screamed in fright behind him, and hugged Conan tightly in fear.

"What a fuss," Uncle Mao Li said calmly, "It's just hair added to the newspaper."

"Y-but these hairs are so long!"

Shancun's voice trembled: "Could this murder be the curse of the long-haired man in red who died four years ago?"

"Huh!" Uncle Mao Li dissatisfied, "If the curse can really kill people, wouldn't the police and detectives have nothing to eat? I see, it's probably the man in red and this mustache pretending to be me. According to Chicheng five years ago Maru made a bet on the development of the pill one year later, and then the long-haired man gave the key to Mustache after depositing the box, saying that his answer was in the briefcase, and he would come back to open the box a year later..."

"This is a homicide," Gao Cheng suddenly came over to interrupt Uncle Mao Li, looked at the long hair and said, "In half an hour, someone killed the deceased quite hastily."

"Eh?"

Shancun and his party looked at Gao Cheng one after another: "H-he killed him?"

"Look at these hairs," Gao Cheng said, grabbing his long hair, "the lengths are different, some have been permed and dyed, and they are wet to the touch... I am afraid they were picked up temporarily in the bathhouse and stuffed in newspapers. This is the evidence." Wet footprints were left on the tatami at the door of the room."

"Really," Yamamura touched the tatami at the door, "Other people have come in!"

Gao Cheng turned to the hotel staff and asked, "Who was the first to find the body?"

"Yes, it's me," the boss wiped his sweat, "Because Mr. Maori... this counterfeit has been silent, so I just wanted to come and have a look, but I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen..."

Gao Cheng continued to ask: "Which people have been to the bathhouse during this time?"

"This..." The boss looked puzzled, "We don't know very well..."

"I've been there," Xiaolan recalled. "Speaking of which, when I went to the bathhouse to take a shower, there was still a cleaning sign outside the door."

"Cleaning? The bathhouse is being cleaned so early?"

"No, we usually only clean in the middle of the night."

The hotel owner looked obsequiously at Gao Cheng, who was wearing a baseball cap and contemplating.

"Well, is this Mr. Police Officer too?"

"I just happened to pass by." Gao Cheng walked up to the corpse with his hands in his hands, and glanced at the hotel staff. "It should be that someone deliberately put up a cleaning sign outside the female bathhouse to prevent people from entering, and then cleaned it at the drain. Picked up a bunch of long hair and came back here."

Shancun asked strangely: "But why did you do this?"

"It should be to disturb the police's search," Gao Cheng analyzed. "The reason why the tatami is wet means that the murderer acted in a hurry. Maybe he went straight into the bathhouse wearing socks, and went back here directly..."

The hotel owner and the others looked at Gao Cheng in surprise: "Who is the murderer..."

"The murderer knew where the cleaning card was kept in a hurry, so it is very likely that it is among the hotel employees."

Gao Cheng turned to everyone in the hotel seriously: "It is not yet sure whether there are only newspapers from five years ago in the suitcase, so it is necessary to carefully check everyone's personal belongings."

The boss swallowed one after another: "You, who are you?"