Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

In the hotel room, Gao Cheng looked at the surveillance camera in the corner and bit the tip of his pen to fill out the test paper.

This activity is really strict, not only the mobile phone is taken away, but also monitoring and bugging devices are installed in the room, completely eliminating the possibility of cheating...

"What is Sherlock Holmes best at...reasoning? What is the name of Dr. Watson's wife..."

Looking at the questions on the paper, Gao Cheng's head was about to explode.

The ghost knows what Dr. Watson's wife's name is. These are just the first few simple questions, and the next 900 questions seem to be getting more and more difficult.

The world of these Sherlock Holmes fans is really perverted...

"Could it be that Boss Jingu did it on purpose? Out of 1000 questions, is there really someone who can answer more than 990 of them correctly?" Gao Cheng asked suspiciously. The test papers of the others should be the same. The reason is to embarrass him specifically.

Next to it is the room of Conan and others. Mori father and daughter have already occupied a bed to rest, and only Conan is still filling out the questionnaire with the light on.

"Question 240, the time when Sherlock Holmes and Professor Moriarty fell into the valley together is determined to be in the years, months, and days...May 4, 1891, what, it's actually very simple!"

Conan was lying on the floor in his pajamas, with his raised feet rubbing against each other from time to time, looking extremely relaxed, and answered more than two hundred questions in a blink of an eye.

"Next... Please write out the password that appears in "Portrait of Dancing Man" correctly... It's not difficult at all, it's so handsome!"

Xiaolan sat up tiredly, and looked at Conan in a daze: "Conan, you haven't slept yet? It's already four o'clock..."

"Really," Mori Kogoro complained, unable to sleep, with his hands on his head, "There is no TV, no mobile phone, not even newspapers, and the weather is so hot that there is no air-conditioning, only a surveillance camera... It's like a prison!"

"It's great to take this trip!" Conan filled in the answer happily.

The next day, Gao Cheng didn't have lunch with everyone until noon with dark circles under his eyes.

Sherlock Holmes asked 1,000 questions, and he gave up after guessing for a while. He probably gave him a reference book, and he didn't want to answer all the questions before the time limit. Can sleep well.

After all the tossing, he was not interested in the subsequent reasoning questions and answers. Even if the first edition book was worth 10 million, he didn't want to answer the test paper again.

On the other hand, the other Sherlock Holmes fans are quite serious, especially Conan, although he also has dark circles under his eyes, but he is very energetic.

"How?" Gao Cheng asked curiously.

"No problem," Conan grinned, "I should be able to answer all of them in the afternoon."

Gao Cheng kept his mouth shut honestly, he asked if he would answer, but Conan asked when he would be able to answer.

Waiting until dinner time, Gao Cheng enjoyed a luxurious meal with Uncle Mao Li and the others in a peaceful mind. Apart from the lack of air-conditioning and TV in this hotel, the food is not bad.

"Very supportive..."

"But why haven't I seen the figure of the innkeeper?"

Seeing that the time was almost 9:30, the group members shouted to the waitress dissatisfied: "Quickly ask him to come out and correct these test papers for us!"

"But... our boss asked me to entertain everyone until he comes in after dinner." The waitress wondered.

"Well, it's better to wait a while, the boss may be preparing for some event."

Everyone drank tea and waited for Boss Jingu to appear, but there was no movement until after twelve o'clock.

Gao Cheng was sleeping on the table when he was suddenly awakened by the noise.

"Damn it!" A middle-aged man patted the table and stood up, saying,

"I can't take it anymore! I want to go back to my room and sleep!"

"Mr. Fujisawa!"

"Sure enough, that rumor is true," a fat lady next to me said angrily, "People say that giving away the first edition book is a big scam, and they deliberately make the questions difficult every time, so that everyone can't pass them. What is the purpose? It's just showing off the book to everyone... Sorry, I have to go back to my room to rest."

"I have to sleep."

Gao Cheng yawned, and the group members left one after another regardless of the waiter's dissuasion. He already had no idea about the first edition of Sherlock Holmes, and it was meaningless to stay.

As Uncle Mao Li also went back to his room to sleep, there were not many people left in the restaurant in a blink of an eye, only the man with glasses and his female companion were two college students, and Xiao Lan accompanied Conan to wait for the boss.

"Hmph," the man with glasses smiled lightly at the waitress, "Those who left first are all abstentions, right?"

"This..." The waitress didn't know Boss Jingu's thoughts, so she could only stay silently and accompany her.

...

In the middle of the night, it was nearly 3:30, when Gao Cheng was in a daze and heard a loud explosion, followed by another noise.

"What happened?"

After Gao Cheng got dressed and walked out of the room, other people also came out one after another when they heard the movement, rushing towards the direction of the explosion in surprise.

"What? Boss Jingu is dead?"

On the edge of the cliff in front of the hotel, Gao Cheng gathered together with the others, looked down at the fire burning among the rocks below with a sullen face, he was used to things like going out and encountering incidents, but this time Boss Jingu was killed or let him Burning with anger.

Even though Boss Jingu has not been in touch with the Kido family for many years, he is still a friend of Aunt Jimmy, not to mention inviting him over this time...

The murderer is too rampant!

"What the hell happened?"

"Boss Jingu dressed up as Sherlock Holmes." Conan's face was also very ugly, "just now the car and people fell down in front of my eyes..."

"I think it might be murder," the man with glasses said to everyone with a light smile, "I saw the process when he fell off the cliff, the speed of the car was quite slow at that time, as long as you faint or kill the boss first, then get him into the car Inside, and then, shift the gear to the forward gear, so the car will automatically move forward."

The man with glasses confidently pointed to the garage and said, "The murderer probably made those arrangements in advance in the garage, that is to say, the murderer is among those of you who are not in the restaurant."

"But," Conan asked, "the car suddenly accelerated in the middle, what's going on?"

"Ah, this..." the man with glasses exhausted his words.

"I think it's just suicide," the middle-aged man snorted and lit a cigarette, "What are you doing, committing suicide and pretending to be Sherlock Holmes..."

"How could it be suicide?!"

Gao Cheng looked coldly at the hooting Sherlock Holmes fans: "Boss Jin Gu definitely doesn't look like he's going to commit suicide!"

"Oh?" the man with glasses joked, "Does the detective have any advice? Why don't you explain why the car accelerates?"

Gao Cheng silently looked at the scene of the incident, not to mention that he has not been able to use the one-minute mode, and he has not even figured out the clues of the case yet.

The unconcrete ground on this side of the cliff left clear tire tracks, like a death road leading to hell.