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

Officer Twilight finished glaring at the person, and saw that the police officer had not moved, but just stupidly bowed his head and repented, which directly turned into a roar.

"Go call the emergency number! What to do standing here!!

The officer's body shook at the close-range roar and bowed ninety degrees, "Hai! He

ran out in a panic.

Officer Twilight was very tired, but the matter of enhancing the ability of his subordinates was obviously not so simple, and it could only be stopped.

However, if Kazama Tsuru really died in time because of first aid...

Officer Twilight quickly entered the room and quickly put on a smiling face.

"Brother Māori, uh, how is he?"

Uncle Maori looked at Kazama Tsuru with a solemn expression, and was about to speak, but Conan snatched the words.

"He vomited a lot of blood, now his breathing is weak, and his face is white instead of congested redness, there should be bruising blocking his breath, and he must be asked to spit out the bruises immediately."

The adults around listened to Conan's analysis of the fake child, and they were stunned.

"So, what should we do now?"

Xiao Lan slightly wondered how Conan knew so much, but now was not the time to get tangled up in this, probably from a TV show.

Conan was about to speak, but the solemn Maori uncle next to him answered.

"Lift him up first."

So Uncle Maori and Officer Twilight cooperated to help Kazama Tsuru up, and Xiaoran stepped forward and gently patted him on the back.

Now it is not so eager, so, Conan, the East Asian vinegar king, looked at this scene and was jealous again.

If he was still an adult, how could he let Xiaolan...

Damn it! That organization, I will definitely destroy it!!

On this side, Conan can only watch Xiaoran and Kazama Tsuru contact and secretly clench his fists, on the other hand, the first aid to Kazama Tsuru finally has an effect.

Kazama Tsuru's face turned red sharply, and then he vomited a large mouthful of blood with a wow.

After this mouthful of blood was vomited out, Kazama Tsuru instantly felt that his chest was loose, his breathing was instantly smoother, and the feeling of ghost pressing the bed disappeared.

"Useful eh, useful eh! Brother Kazama's breathing is much smoother!

"I just saw Brother Kazama's fingers move!"

"Ahahaha, I'll just say, my detective Maori Kogoro will definitely be able to do it~ hahaha."

Everyone was happy and smiled relaxed, while Officer Twilight secretly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Fortunately, it's okay....

Now that Kazama Tsuru was fine, everyone reconsidered the question of another real corpse.

Everyone walked back in the direction of the meditation room.

It's also funny to say, the same road, the same four people, but the mentality back and forth is completely different.

"The deceased's method of death is exactly the same as the same case that happened here two years ago, it was hung high on the top of the Zen room, a large hole appeared in the wall, and..." Officer

Twilight handled too many cases, two years later, and I almost forgot about it, not to mention that it was still a "suicide case" with no characteristics.

So it wasn't until now that he vaguely remembered something.

"And all this is exactly the same as the legend of the Mist Tengu!"

Conan stared at the ground and pondered.

"Judging from the condition of the corpse and the stiffness of the body, the time of death of the deceased should be between ten and twelve o'clock at night, and..." As

he spoke, Conan raised his head and happened to see a strange look in the eyes of a circle of people around him looking at him.

"Ahhhh Ahaha~"

duang!!

Uncle Maori dropped a punch from the sky, and Conan had a bulging bag on his head.

"You little ghost, don't talk nonsense if you don't know!"

Conan covered his head and looked at Uncle Maori with a resentful expression.

"The analysis of the time of death is correct, but the matter of hanging high is definitely not something that Wutiangu did in some mess, let alone suicide, it is absolutely man-made!"

Uncle Maori suddenly displayed a detective demeanor that shocked everyone around.

Xiao Lan's fear of the Mist Heavenly Dog that Xiao Lan had just developed disappeared instantly, "So, Dad, who killed the host?" "

I see..." muttered Uncle Māori.

"Host Tianyong must have committed suicide!"

Conan slapped a palm on his forehead.

Sure enough, expect this uncle who can only drink or something, it is better to expect the real murderer to suddenly turn himself in!

"Suicide?"

Officer Twilight was stunned, he was shocked by the appearance of Uncle Maori just now, and really believed the analysis of suicide.

The case two years ago was indeed closed as suicide, but well... These subordinates of his own are clear in their hearts.

So many suicide cases, how many of them are real suicides....

"Wasn't there a monk who died the same way two years ago, and as the host, he must know the reason why that monk committed suicide!" So he regretted not being able to prevent the monk from committing suicide for two years, until yesterday, when we talked about the fog tengu was known by him, he remembered it again, and he was very depressed, so he committed suicide! "

Yes, is that so..."

Officer Twilight pondered, feeling as if it made sense, but something seemed wrong.

"Uncle, how is this possible, it's been two years, if the host really regrets it, he would have committed suicide in the first place, how could he suddenly commit suicide two years later when there were guests staying."

Conan couldn't listen anymore, and Half Moon Eye retorted.

"And I think the case two years ago is likely to have problems, how can someone climb to such a high place in order to commit suicide!"

duang！！！

The large bag on Conan's head was superimposed on another one, in the shape of ice cream.

"Little ghost, are you questioning my reasoning?"

Uncle Maori waved his fist, and the whole thing was the appearance of a child's ultimate boss.

"Dad, don't always hit Conan!" Xiaolan gently stepped forward and touched Conan's head, "And Conan obviously said it makes sense!" Officer

Twilight also made a half-moon eye.

He was taken to the pit by Maori again.

Xiao Lan saw that Conan was comforted, and continued, "Although I don't know how to transport people up in such a high place, there must be bad people doing it!" I believe that hosting us will definitely not be suicide! "

Emmm..." Uncle Maori pondered, seemingly listening to Conan and Xiaolan.

Conan looked at Uncle Maori like this and nodded secretly.

This uncle is still saved!

But it hurts too much to hit someone... How did Xiaolan survive when she was a child!!

Conan touched the two superimposed large bags on his head, grinning, and suddenly seemed to understand why Xiaoran wanted to learn karate.

"In that case... The one who kills must be the Kazama Kid!! Uncle

Maori spoke astonishingly, and Conan stumbled.

How do you believe that Uncle Maori will be saved!

Tsuru Kazama: The murderer is myself?