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

After Inspector Megure glared at the man, he saw that the officer didn't move at all, but just bowed his head and confessed stupidly, and then he turned into a roar.

"Go call the emergency number! What are you standing here for?!"

The police officer was frightened by the roar at close range and trembled. He bowed 90 degrees and ran out in panic.

Inspector Megure was very tired, but it was obviously not that simple to enhance the ability of his subordinates, so he could only let it go.

However, if Kazama Tsuru really died because of the lack of timely first aid...

Inspector Megure was startled, walked into the room quickly, and quickly put on a smiling face.

"Brother Maori, uh, how is he?"

Uncle Maori looked at Fengjian He with a serious face, and was about to speak when Conan interrupted him.

"He vomited a lot of blood, and now his breathing is weak, and his face is pale instead of red. It should be that blood clots are blocking his breathing. He must be made to spit out the blood immediately."

The adults around were stunned by Conan's analysis of this fake child.

"So, what should we do now?"

Xiaolan was a little confused about how Conan knew so much, but now was not the time to dwell on it. Maybe he had seen it from a TV show.

Conan was about to speak, but the solemn-looking Uncle Maori next to him took over the conversation.

"Help him up first."

So Uncle Maori and Inspector Megure worked together to help Kazama Tsuru up, and Xiaolan stepped forward and patted him on the back gently.

Now they were not so anxious anymore, so Conan, the jealous king of East Asia, was jealous again when he saw this scene.

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

Damn it! I will definitely destroy that organization!!

On this side, Conan could only watch Xiaolan and Kazama Tsuru come into contact and secretly clenched his fists. On the other side, the first aid for Kazama Tsuru finally worked. Kazama

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

After spitting out the blood, Kazama Tsuru felt his chest relax instantly, his breathing instantly became smooth, and the feeling of sleep paralysis also disappeared.

"It works! It works! Kazama-san's breathing has become much smoother!"

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

""Ahahaha, I told you, if the famous detective Maori Kogoro takes action, it will definitely work~hahaha."

Everyone became happy and laughed in a relaxed manner, while Inspector Megure secretly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Fortunately, nothing happened...

Since Kazama Tsuru was fine, everyone reconsidered the issue of the other real corpse.

Everyone walked back to the direction of the Zen room.

It was interesting to say that the same road, the same four people, but the mentality of going back and forth was completely different.

"The method of death of the deceased was exactly the same as the same case that happened here two years ago. They were both hung high above the Zen room, and a big hole appeared on the wall.……"

Inspector Megure had handled so many cases that he had almost forgotten them after two years, not to mention that they were nothing special"suicide cases".

So until now, he only vaguely remembered some of them.

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

Conan stared at the ground and thought carefully.

"Judging from the livor mortis and the degree of rigor mortis, the time of death should be between 10pm and 12pm.……"

As he was talking, Conan looked up and accidentally saw the strange looks that the people around him were giving him.

"Ah, ahahaha, and, and it must be difficult to hang it so high! Ahaha~" duang!!!

Uncle Maori punched down from the sky, and a big bump appeared on Conan's head.

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

Conan covered his head and looked at Uncle Maori with resentment.

"The analysis of the time of death is correct, but the fact that he was hanging so high could not have been done by Mist Tengu or some other ghost, and it was even less likely to be suicide. It was definitely man-made!"

Uncle Maori's sudden display of detective demeanor shocked everyone around him.

The fear of Mist Tengu that Xiaolan had just felt disappeared in an instant,"So, Dad, who killed the host?"

"I see……"Uncle Maori pretended to be silent

""Tianyong host must have committed suicide!"

Conan slapped his forehead.

As expected, it's better to expect the real murderer to surrender suddenly than to expect this uncle who only knows how to drink!

"Suicide?"

Inspector Megure was stunned. He was shocked by Uncle Maori's expression just now and really believed the analysis of suicide.

The case two years ago was indeed closed as suicide, but... I know these men of mine in my heart.

How many of the cases that were closed as suicide were actually suicides?……

"Two years ago, there was a monk who died in the same way. As the abbot, he must have known the reason why the monk committed suicide! So he has been regretting for two years that he could not stop the monk from committing suicide. Until yesterday, when we talked about the matter of Mist Tengu, he knew about it. He thought about it again and was very depressed, so he committed suicide!"

"Yes, is that so?……"

Inspector Megure pondered blankly, feeling that it made sense, but something seemed wrong.

"Uncle, how is this possible? It's been two years. If the host really regretted it, he would have committed suicide immediately. How could he suddenly commit suicide two years later when there were guests staying at the hotel?"

Conan couldn't listen any more, and the half-moon eye retorted

"And I think there might be something wrong with the case two years ago. How could someone climb to such a high place to commit suicide?"

Duang!!!

Conan's head had another bump on top of it, shaped like an ice cream.

"Kid, are you questioning my reasoning?"

Uncle Maori waved his fist, looking like the ultimate boss of a child.

"Dad, don't hit Conan all the time!" Xiaolan gently stepped forward and touched Conan's head,"And what Conan said clearly makes sense.��！"

Inspector Megure also made a half-moon eye gesture.

He was led into a trap by Maori again.

Xiaolan saw that Conan was comforted and continued,"Although I don't know how they transported people up to such a high place, it must have been done by bad people! I believe that the host Tianyong who received us would never commit suicide!"

"emmm……"Uncle Maori seemed to be thinking, as if he had taken Conan and Xiaolan's words to heart.

Conan looked at Uncle Maori and nodded secretly.

This uncle can still be saved!

But beating people is too painful... How did Xiaolan survive as a child?!

Conan touched the two overlapping lumps on his head, grinning, and suddenly seemed to understand why Xiaolan wanted to learn karate.

"If that's the case... the murderer must be Kazama-kun!!"

Uncle Maori said something shocking, and Conan staggered.

How could he believe that Uncle Maori would save him!

Kazama Tsuru: I am the murderer?