How can I live next to Conan when I vomit blood from time to time?

The two men, one big and one small, quietly walked out of the room. Kazama Tsuru picked up the same piece of wood as before, while Conan became more alert and looked around.

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

Feng Jianhe asked Conan in a low voice.

He really forgot almost the plot. He just remembered that the son was imprisoned in a basement, and the mother seemed to light candles and use a cart to transport food.

Hmm? Basement?

"No... Although they are just kids, it is not easy to kill them all quietly.……"

"Wait, Conan, how do you know they are in trouble? They just disappeared for a while.

Conan choked and was stunned for a few seconds before saying

"They are not very well-behaved children, so it is normal for them to run around in a house like this. Judging from the door and the water pipe that can release water, there are people living here for a long time, or at least people come here often. There is a high probability that they will run into bad people if they run around."

Fengjian He nodded.

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

Intuition?

Or the result of subconscious analysis?

He is worthy of being the protagonist.……

"Let's go to the first floor. I suspect this place has a basement."

"Basement?" Conan was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up,"Yes, it's the basement. The people here should have lived here for a long time, so there must be a hidden room. There is no problem with the height of the inside and outside of the house and the thickness of the walls. That's the basement!"

Conan turned to look at Feng Jianzhe, with an expression that said you are strong but I am not weak either,"I didn't expect your reasoning ability is not weak either, is it because you have read the Sherlock Holmes collection?"

This Sherlock Holmes fan...

Feng Jianzhe was secretly ashamed, but did not explain too much. It's not bad to have a character with strong reasoning ability

"I guess. The Sign of Four is pretty good."

"You like the Sign of Four too! That's my favorite! In that case, Holmes only……"

Blah blah blah... even more talkative than Igarashi.

Kazama Tsuru silently regretted taking up this topic.

This is like discussing his favorite star in front of a groupie, discussing couples in front of a fan, and discussing the international situation in front of an old man.

""Ahem, Conan, keep your voice down, I seem to see a ray of light."

As Conan spoke, the two had already walked to the first floor.

Kazama Tsuru said that he saw the light not entirely to stop Conan from chatting. After seeing this place, he remembered some plots. It seemed that one of the children saw an old mother pushing a cart and then disappeared.

Although he didn't know if he remembered it wrong, since he had seen the cart, the door of the basement should be open.

Conan closed his mouth silently after hearing this. Although he really wanted to continue chatting about Sherlock Holmes with his"like-minded" friends, now was obviously not the time to chat, and there were still three children whose lives and deaths were unknown.

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

Conan Silently following behind Feng Jianzhe, they walked towards the place where he said"there is light".

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

Just like the underground passage leading to the outside world in Barbie Princess, this passage also has stairs going down, and you can't see what's going on below for the time being.

Feng Jianzhe became more solemn. Although he roughly knew the situation below, it was just an elderly woman, but when people's potential explodes, they always have amazing power. In order to prevent a rollover here, he still clenched the wood chip in his hand.

He lowered his voice and said to Conan:"I'll go down and take a look at the situation first, you stay upstairs, and I'll call you down if there's no problem."

"No way!" Conan rejected it immediately,"Although you look fine now, you are a patient after all. I am worried about letting you go down alone."

Feng Jianhe sighed quietly.

What he said made sense.

If he went down with him, if he suddenly fainted, there would be someone to collect his body.

……Bah! I won't die! Even if I die, it won't be a tragic death like dying of illness!

""Okay, then you follow me."

Feng Jianhe didn't say too much to dissuade him. He knew Conan, or rather Kudo Shinichi's character. He would never ignore such dangerous things that were most likely related to the case. Letting this iron-headed kid stay behind him was probably the limit of what he could accept.

And he has now realized it.

Who is Conan? He is the elementary school student of the god of death, the son of the world!

Instead of worrying about him getting into trouble, it is better to worry about when the world will be destroyed.

"Yeah."

The two of them walked down slowly and carefully.

""Ahhhh!!!"

A crazy and terrifying scream pierced through the eardrums, and both of them were startled. Feng Jianhe's heartbeat accelerated wildly, and he felt that he would really be killed by this scream.

He took several deep breaths and managed to stay calm, but he didn't delay any longer and appeared in the basement in a flash.

The basement was very small. A huge iron cage and a cabinet almost took up all the space. In the iron cage, an unkempt man who looked like a primitive man was screaming wildly, as if he had returned to his ancestors. 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. The candle on the dinner plate emitted a faint light, illuminating a corner of the basement.

"The dead will not be resurrected, but you are still alive, I did it all for you... Who?!! '

The old woman stood up suddenly and looked at the���Feng

Jianhe moved slightly and was in front of the old woman almost instantly, leaving only an afterimage in her eyes, and a sharp wooden splinter on her neck.

"do not move"

"hehe……"

The old woman looked genuinely frightened, breathing heavily and hoarsely, her head tilted back, her eyes glancing downward, staring at the deadly splinter of wood.

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

"We should be the ones asking you this question."

At this time, Conan, who was following behind, saw that there was no danger, put his hands in his pockets, and walked in leisurely, exuding the oppressive aura of a famous detective.

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

This question is actually a statement. While happily chatting with Feng Jianhe about Sherlock Holmes, he did not forget the detective's instinct - collecting information.

At this time, seeing the situation in the basement, the photo of a family of three that he had seen before quietly emerged in his mind.

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