Conan: The King of Villains System

A stranger was flipping through her bag, and Suzuki Sonoko couldn't make out his face because the lights weren't on.

Just as she was about to escape, the man grabbed her arm with one hand and covered her mouth with the other to avoid making a sound.

Suzuki Sonoko grabbed the door frame desperately with both hands and struggled outwards.

After a few rounds, the man was not strong enough to take her back to the dark room.

Tears welled up in Suzuki Sonoko's eyes, only to see the man come straight at her with a sharp knife.

Why does she have such a back? I just said that I was in danger in the afternoon, and I met you at night? She should be a fortune teller!

"Where is it? Xiao Ran think about it."

Matsumoto Hiroshi was very anxious, but his tone gently induced Xiao Ran, making her think slowly.

"Let's go see Sonoko, it's been so long."

"Too."

Ran Mouri also felt that it took a long time to hold a wallet.

"Sonoko, what are you doing in there?"

"I won't change my clothes again."

Ran Mouri opened the door to find it was pitch black.

"Sonoko, what's wrong with you?"

Ran Mouri turned the lights on and found Sonoko coughing and slumped on the ground.

"A suspicious man suddenly attacked me and sneaked out the window."

"Damn it."

Matsumoto Hiroshi's hunch just now turned out to be true, he looked out the window, the slope of the roof just gave the murderer a chance to escape.

"But why is he looking for you?"

Sonoko shook his head, recalling the scene just now.

"As soon as I opened the door to this room, he was rummaging through our luggage, and when I wanted to yell, he grabbed me."

"He must be an underwear thief."

"Then have you seen Kiyonaga's photo?"

Matsumoto Hiroshi asked her.

"I didn't have that thought. The room was so dark at the time, and I was afraid that my legs would become weak."

"But Sonoko, you just said he was a man."

"When I was struggling, I bit his arm, and he got a lot of hair on his arm."

Suzuki Sonoko just received his breath a little smoother, and his vitality is slowly recovering.

"Well, you're not too bad."

Ran Mouri walked over to her, put the towel over her, and patted it lightly.

"what's wrong?"

The large straight man entered the house and saw this scene.

"My car suddenly turned off on the road. I ran here as soon as possible. Sorry, I'm late. I'm sorry."

"Mr. Big, how do you know we live in this room?"

"I didn't see you at the door of the hotel, so I asked the hotel people."

Hiroshi Matsumoto became suspicious when he saw that his shirt was wet and his pants were covered with mud.

"Can you take your shirt off?"

"I just wanted to see your arm."

For Matsumoto Hiroshi's two sentences, the large Naoto was directly there.

"Mr. Matsumoto?"

"I don't know what you want to see my arm do."

The large straight man took off his clothes as he spoke, but there were no bite marks as he expected.

"Is it alright?"

"What happened? Miss."

The hotel boy heard the movement and came in to check the situation.

The three saw bandages on his arms.

"How did you hurt your right arm?"

Ran Mouri stared intently at his arm.

"This is the bite of the drunk guest from before."