Conan was sobbed and burst into tears, and she was about to shed tears. He said in his heart: This free hospitality is obviously the answer to the mystery I solved. This is what I did with my strength, so it is not something superstitious.

"Then I am the son of the god of death as Brother Shuiquan said. Then will someone die if I come here?" Conan retorted.

"It's true, someone is going to die today." Tani Shuizumi leaned over to Conan and stared at his face, his tone was cold.

Conan's pupils shrank. What did he mean? Could it be that he is really a member of the Black Organization? What is he going to do today?

"Conan, what are you doing there? Come here quickly." Ran Maori shouted to Conan who was in a daze in the place at the gate of the Fantasy Temple.

"Hey, I'll come now." Conan responded without hesitation, thinking while slowly moving upwards. Suddenly, Suzuki Yuanko's scream came from inside.

Conan was shocked and hurriedly ran away with his short legs. He saw Ran Mori and Tanizumi half-squatting around a man who fell to the ground. Conan was shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to check.

"It hurts so much~" Suzuki Sonoko said in tears.

When Conan saw it, he was speechless and was shocked. It turned out that he just fell and cut his knees. However, there were no obstacles like stones on the ground. How did he fall down on the flat ground?

Thinking of this, he asked directly: "How did Sister Yuanzi fall? There was obviously nothing on the way."

"It's the third time that I've been stuttering on my left foot," Suzuki Sonoko said helplessly.

"Haha, how could someone be so stupid that he tripped by himself?" Conan muttered in a low voice, frightened to himself that he thought Tani Shuizumi was going to take action.

"You little devil, really can't speak." Suzuki Yuanko was furious.

"It's not bad, it's cute to fall flat on the ground." Tanizumi said while taking out disinfectant and a wound from her luggage bag to treat Suzuki Sonoko's wound.

"Hahaha~ Is this like this?" Suzuki Sonoko's cheeks were slightly red and she was very happy.

"Okay, since it's okay, I'll go to the hotel first. There's really nothing good here. No wonder there is a free hospitality. I'll go take a shower first." Kogoro Mori said impatiently, and took out a cigarette as he said.

"Sorry, smoking is prohibited in our temple." said a skinny old man holding a broom dustpan.

"That's it." Kogoro Mouri put away his cigarette in a slight manner. Seeing this, Ran Mouri hurriedly stepped forward to apologize for him.

The old man's name is Okabe Shigeki. After some greetings, the old man took the initiative to serve as a guide to the group and introduced the temple.

"This temple has a history of more than 400 years, and there are relics left in every era, such as the ancient well beside the five-story tower..."

Between the questions and answers of the crowd, the vicissitudes of this historic temple have come to everyone's eyes, and ordinary relics have become less ordinary due to legends.

Because of the broken heart, the girl cried for three days and three nights, causing the well water to dry up and the ancient well to be abandoned; the young monk who broke the precepts for love, eloped with others, was captured by an eagle, and his body was hung on the tip of the fifth tower; the host who did not observe the precepts and indulged in wealth and sex was also hung on the fifth tower.

These horrifying legends scared Ran Maori to fight against each other. She had never had much resistance to such things and was trembling when she hugged Suzuki Yuanko.

At this time, a bald head suddenly emerged from the bushes behind him. Kogoro Mouri, who was originally strong and calm, was frightened and shouted that there was something wrong.

"Don't worry, this is the abbot in the temple." Okabe Shigeyoshi introduced.

"What do you want to investigate when you pretend to bring your child this time?" The host Tan Hai looked dissatisfied and angry.

"They are just tourists who come to visit."

"These suspicious guys are not trustworthy at all. You'd better not let outsiders come in casually." The abbot scolded.

"But, the sightseeing is in the temple..."

Before he finished speaking, the abbot shouted loudly and interrupted: "Nonsense, you forgot that it was because of this in the temple. Is it almost a big deal?"

Okamoto Shigeki is speechless.

The abbot warned with a gloomy face: "You forgot that sooner or later, the gods will punish the most severely to the unfaithful, and they will have evil consequences for doing evil."

After saying that, he left with a slightest sleeve.

Tani Shuizumi bent down and whispered to Conan: "Believe it or not, someone will soon be punished by the so-called god?"

"Brother Shuiquan, what are you talking about?" Conan was speechless. You believed the superstitious words of an old bald man.

"It's not that abbot has any practice, but since you come, a case will definitely happen here. Since the abbot said this, the form of the case will be revealed."

Conan could only pretend to be stupid when he smiled.

Tan Shuiquan did not search for his own memories to obtain the perspective of God as a prophet. This is just the law of Conan's world. Conan appears = a case occurs, a ghost legend appears = a ghost murder incident, and a basic operation is made.

Okabe Shigeki explained to everyone about the tourism transformation and the abbot's strong dissatisfaction with it. After learning that Kogoro Mori, who had left angry, was a famous detective, he happily said that some of them had whispered to his grandson.

While it was still early, Tani Shuizumi and the three of them went to the hall together. Ran Mori picked a Yushou who embroidered the disaster of fortune, took a hair and put it in it. Under everyone's eyes, he took a deep breath, shook the bell, clapped his hands three times, closed his eyes and prayed.

Gu Shuiquan carefully took Yushou, thanked him solemnly, tied it with the prepared thin rope, hung it around his neck, and put it close to his body.

He always had no change in his face and had a dull reaction to anything, and he breathed a sigh of relief. The problem that had troubled him for two lives was finally solved. The shackles in his heart gradually fell off, and he really wanted to punch this fucking fate hard.

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The moonlight is hazy, the insects are undulating, and the lights are bright.

"It's a great honor to ask you to treat us to this meal this time." Kogoro Mouri sat at the dining table and greeted.

"We feel that it is so honorable to invite Mr. Maori. Our tourist project has just opened and we can invite people like Mr. Kogoro Mouri, which can be promoted well." The manager Omura Yosuke, who stood behind President Hideaki Oda, praised.

"As long as there is something I can help, just speak up and don't be polite." Kogoro Mouri agreed with a lot of money.

The president boasted about his 6 billion investment project, which caused Kogoro Mouri to exclaim repeatedly. Just when the manager Yosuke Omura wanted to introduce himself, the president Oda Hideaki interrupted him roughly.

"You are so fond of stealing the limelight. Omura, the famous detective Mr. Kogoro Mori came to our hotel, but no one told me in advance. This is your negligence. You have to figure out your identity."

Under the scolding of President Eye Akira Oda, Yosuke Omura, who looked honest, apologized repeatedly.

"Don't you still have to go on a business trip to Tokyo to do business? Don't be too slow here." The president, who looked fierce, urged.

Yosuke Omura said yes and then stepped down.

Then, the President Oda showed off his five-carat diamond tie pin to Kogoro Mori and strongly praised Kogoro Mori's honest reaction to money.

The waiter brought Oda Hideaki's cigar, but Oda Hideaki got it very dissatisfied: "Where is the receipt receipt? How can I reimburse it from public expenses without a receipt?"

The waiter quickly bowed and apologized, and presented the receipt. Oda Hideyoshi took it over and stuffed it into a thick stack of banknotes in his wallet.
Chapter completed!