Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

After dinner, President Damon and his eldest son went to the study to discuss matters, and Hojo Hatsuho took everyone to the next living room for tea.

Gao Cheng did not sit on the sofa to rest like Uncle Mao Li, but walked to the window curiously, opened the curtains and looked at the snowy scenery outside.

The snow in the yard is accumulating more and more, the cedar pines are well arranged, the small pool surrounded by white snow, and the wing room on the other side are very elegant.

"How is it?" Hojo Hatsui smiled as he served tea and drinks, "I don't know if dinner suits your appetite..."

"It's delicious," Xiaolan nodded repeatedly, "especially the rice."

"Really? Because we still use the stove to cook every day here," Hojo Hatsuho smiled softly, put down the tea and took out a pen and paper and said, "Mr. Mori, can you please sign for me? Actually I have also admired you for a long time."

"Ah?" Uncle Mao Li was stunned for a moment, and said pleasantly, "Is that so? No problem! This is my honor!"

"It's really troublesome for you."

"Where," the uncle took the pen and paper as if they were treasures, his face flushed red, "That's great..."

"..."

Conan followed Gao Cheng to watch the snow scene, then turned his head and looked speechlessly at the uncle who signed seriously.

"It's nice to have a simple mind and no worries..."

"Hey," Gao Cheng followed suit, "Since just now, you have figured out the structure of this house clearly. What do you want to do?"

"Don't you feel it?" Conan lowered his voice, "Don't you think this family is weird? The expressions of the couple just now changed..."

Gao Cheng used to say: "It's not always like this for a big family. Once it comes to family property or something, brothers don't kiss each other."

"Miss Hatsuho," Uncle Mori signed his name, and looked at the other signature papers in Hojo Hatsuho's hand, "Do you want to sign that one too?"

Hatsue Hojo smiled and said, "No, this is for Yoshiro and Detective Kido."

"And me?" Damen Yoshiro asked in confusion.

"That's right," Hatsuho Hojo said with a sweet smile,

"I believe you will become a famous guitarist in the future."

"It's really good."

Daimon Yoshiro took the pen and paper to sign.

"By the way, Miss Hatsuho, when did you come?"

"It didn't take long. I happened to come here to play after I left Tokyo, so I wondered if I could give it a try." Hatsuho Hojo bent his crescent eyes, "Because the Damon family is an aristocratic family, there are more things to learn than ordinary families. Much more."

"Really? Thanks to having you at home, it feels much more lively."

"No, I'm just more optimistic."

"Brother Lianglang," Conan followed Gao Cheng to look at the snow scene, turned around and noticed that Daimon Yoshiro wrote with his left hand, and asked curiously, "What kind of songs do you play?"

"I always play Spanish music," Daimon Yoshiro signed, "Actually, I'm going to Spain next month..."

"Spain?"

"Why is this kind of report again?" President Damen's scolding voice suddenly came from the study next to the living room, "I have given you many chances, and it seems that all my efforts were in vain! It is impossible for me to take the position of president Give it to you!"

"I think Dad's approach is too tough... Who do you want to be the president besides me?"

President Damen and his eldest son had a quarrel, and the atmosphere in the living room became tense.

Damen Lianglang silently put down the pen and paper and said, "Actually, my father and elder brother are just like dogs. The reason why I came home today is to make a clear conclusion with my father..."

"It's clear?"

"Dad has always hoped that I could work as a senior executive in Damen Industry, but all he thinks about is money, and he doesn't care about other people's feelings at all. I hate his tyrannical style, so I left five years ago. ran away from home."

Damon Yoshiro looked melancholy.

"This time I'm in Spain, I won't go back to Japan until I make a living, maybe I won't see my dad again..."

"Lianglang," the eldest daughter-in-law walked into the living room and said sarcastically, "What are you talking about before you go home after you settle the matter? I think you just want to take the Damen's house as your own?"

"Young lady?"

"Sister-in-law?"

Damen Lianglang frowned and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? In this way, I wouldn't have run away from home..."

"God knows," the sister-in-law sneered, "who knows if you came back because you couldn't survive outside?"

"What are you guys arguing about again?! I'm upset when I see you and your wife!" President Damen walked out of the study with a gloomy face, paused, and said kindly to Uncle Mao Li, "Mr. Mao Li, I'm going to the wing, let me show you Let’s change your mood with something nice.”

"nice one?"

On the side of the main house, everyone walked through the courtyard with umbrellas to a separate wing.

"This is where I live. The main house is very noisy every day. Only when I come back here can I really relax."

President Damon entered the entrance and turned on the light. Uncle Mori put away his umbrella and walked into the room. Immediately, he was attracted by a piece of Japanese samurai armor enshrined in the hall.

Under the light, the armor sitting upright looks like a real general.

"This armor is really oppressive!"

"Haha," President Damen said happily, "How is it? Didn't you think of it? The armor that Skate Hidetomo is my treasure..."

Gao Cheng was the last one to enter the room, and followed Xiao Ai to look at the armor. Before he could understand what was going on, a figure of an armored warrior suddenly flashed in front of him, slashing at him with a knife.

"call out!"

After holding the umbrella in his hand, the hair first broke through the figure of the samurai like lightning, and when Gao Cheng came back to his senses, he found that Uncle Mao Li looked over in bewilderment.

"You, what are you doing, kid Kido?" Uncle Maori asked dumbfounded.

"Huh? Haha, it's nothing."

Gao Cheng put away the umbrella in embarrassment, and looked suspiciously at the well-arranged armor in the room.

Strange, is it the hell?

It seems that today is too sleepy...

"Is this the armor mentioned in that festival?" Uncle Maori looked at the historically heavy samurai armor and thought of the previous Requiem Festival.

"Father," Xiao Lan leaned closer, and said strangely, "Why does it feel a little different, there is a small crack in the chest..."

"Have it?"

"This is the curse of General Hidetomo!"

An old woman in a bathrobe suddenly came out from the next bedroom. Her face was pale, and her long gray hair was tied together on her chest. too scary.

"This armor has long been cursed by General Hidetomo!" the old woman said hoarsely.

"Longzi?" Damen President asked in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

"The unjust soul of General Xiuyou is still lingering in the world. Anyone who sees his soul will die in the end." General, don’t get your feet cold, please put on these white socks..."

The boss of Damen said angrily: "Old woman! You are playing tricks again!"

"What are you talking about?" the old woman accused, "To atone for the evil deeds you have done, I offer a pair of white socks every year on the death day of General Hidetomo. You are simply disrespectful! Tonight It’s the 500th anniversary of General Hidetomo’s death, maybe something will happen soon, just wait and see.”

"Gulu." Gao Cheng swallowed, looked at the pious old woman lying on the ground, and then at Xiaolan who hugged Conan tightly beside her in fear, her face couldn't help but a trace of cold sweat dripped down her face.

Haha, probably not, right?

How could there be ghosts in this world?

I must have read it wrong just now, Amitabha Amitabha...