How can I live beside Conan who vomits blood from time to time?

The big one and the small one quietly walked out of the room, Kazama Tsuru picked up the previous piece of wood again, and Conan looked around vigilantly.

"Where to find them? Do you have a goal?

Kazama Tsuru asked Conan in a low voice.

He had almost forgotten the plot, remembering that the son was held in a basement, and then the mother seemed to light a candlestick and carry food in a cart.

Well? Basement?

"No... Although a few of them are just children, it is not easy to solve them all quietly..."

"Wait, Conan, how do you know that something has happened to them?" Now they've just disappeared for a while.

Conan choked and froze for a few seconds before saying.

"They are not very safe children, and it is normal to run around in such a room. Judging from the previous door and water pipe that can release water, there are people living here for a long time, and the worst is that people often come over, and they have a high probability of running around and encountering bad people.

Kazama Tsuru nodded.

Conan's analysis is indeed very reasonable, but looking at Conan's appearance, he didn't actually think so much at first, and seemed to subconsciously know that something happened to several children.

Gut feeling?

Or is it the result of subliminal analysis?

It's worthy of being the protagonist....

"Let's go to the first floor, I suspect there is a basement in this place."

"Basement?" Conan was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up, "Yes, it's the basement, the people here should live here for a long time, then there must be a hidden room, there is no problem with the height and wall thickness inside and outside the house, that is the basement!"

Conan turned his head to look at Kazama Tsuru, looking like you are strong but I am not weak, "I didn't expect that your reasoning ability is not weak, is it because you watched Sherlock Holmes?" "

This Sherlock Holmes fan....

Kazama Tsuru was secretly embarrassed, but did not explain much, and it was not bad to have a character with strong reasoning ability.

"Sort of, four signatures are very good."

"You love four signatures too! My favorite is that! In that case, Sherlock Holmes just... "

Balabala..."

It's even more verbose than Igarashi Yang.

Kazama Tsuru silently regretted taking up the topic.

This is equivalent to discussing his favorite star in front of groupies, discussing CP in front of scholars, and discussing the international situation in front of old people.

"Ahem, Conan, whisper, I seem to see a light."

Listening to Conan like this, the two had already reached the first floor.

Kazama Tsuru said that seeing the light was not entirely to stop Conan from chatting, and he remembered some plots after seeing this place, as if one of the several children saw the scene of the old mother pushing the small cart and was destroyed.

Although I don't know if I remember correctly, since I have seen the small cart, the basement door should be open.

Conan silently closed his mouth when he heard this, although he really wanted to continue to chat with "Fankao" about Sherlock Holmes, but now is obviously not the time to chat, and the life and death of three children are unknown.

Thinking of this, Conan's heart finally became a little heavier, and the desire to chat became weaker.

Conan silently followed Kazama Tsuru towards where he said he "saw the light."

Sure enough, after turning a few corners, the two saw the basement inside this big haunted house.

Just like the underground passage leading to the outside world inside Princess Barbie, this passage is also a staircase down, and you can't see the appearance below for the time being.

Kazama Tsuru was a little more dignified, although he probably knew the following situation, just a woman who was not young, but people always have amazing power when their potential exploded, in order to prevent overturning here, he still clenched the wood chips in his hand.

He lowered his voice and said to Conan: "I'll go down first to see the situation, you stay on it, if it's okay, I'll call you down."

"Nope!" Conan immediately vetoed, "Although you seem to be fine now, you are a patient after all, let you go alone, I don't worry."

Kazama Tsuru sighed quietly.

Well said and reasonable.

If he followed along, in case he suddenly fainted, someone could collect the body.

...... Blah blah! I won't die!" Even if you die, it is definitely not such a tragic way to die of illness!

"Okay, then you follow me."

Kazama Tsuru didn't say much to dissuade, he knew Conan, or Kudo Shinichi's character, this kind of dangerous, most likely case-related things, he absolutely could not ignore it, let this iron-headed baby stay behind him is estimated to be the limit of his acceptance.

And he's now reacting.

Who is Conan, the Grim Reaper schoolboy, the world's own son!

Instead of worrying that something will happen to him, it is better to worry about when the world will be destroyed.

"Hmm."

The two walked down slowly and carefully.

"Aaaaa!!a

A crazy and terrifying cry penetrated the eardrums, and both of them were startled, and Kazama Tsuru was even more excited that his heart beat madly accelerated, feeling that he would really be sent away by this cry.

He took several deep breaths and barely remained calm, but he did not delay any longer, and directly appeared in the basement in a flash.

The basement was small, with a huge iron cage and a cabinet taking up almost all the space, and in the iron cage, a man who looked like a primitive man was roaring madly, like an atavism.

In front of the iron cage, an old woman knelt in front of the iron cage and handed out the dinner plate in her hand, and the candle on the dinner plate emitted a faint light, illuminating a corner of the basement.

"When people die, they will not be resurrected, but you are still alive, and I am all for you... What people?! The

old woman stood up abruptly and looked at Kazama Tsuru at the basement doorway, but it was too late.

Kazama Tsuru's figure moved slightly, and almost instantly arrived in front of the old woman, leaving only an afterimage in her eyes, and a sharp piece of wood on her neck.

"Don't move."

"Huh... Huh..." The

old woman looked genuinely frightened, panting hoarsely, tilting her head, her eyes glancing downward, and kept staring at the deadly piece of wood.

"You, who are you and what are you going to do?"

"That's what we should have asked you."

At this time, Conan, who was following behind, saw that there was no danger, put his hands in his pockets, and Shi Shiran walked in, full of oppressive aura from a detective.

"You should be the former mistress of this house, right?"

Asking this question is actually a declarative sentence, and while chatting happily with Kazama Tsuru about Sherlock Holmes, he has not forgotten the detective's instinct - to collect information.

At this time, he saw the situation in the basement, and a photo of a family of three that he had seen earlier quietly came to his mind.

"Five years ago, the owner of this house, your husband, was accidentally killed by your son..."