Chapter 1700: I am a ghost from the Dragon Palace!

At seven o'clock in the afternoon, the sky became darker and the twilight burned to the far corner of the sky.
The lobby of Dafu Hotel, the seat of the rest area, Shu Yunwen, Sakamoto, the beauty, luoli mourning, Uncle Maori, they sat around the small coffee table, opposite the Aso and the old man, Jincheng Bingwu, chatting casually The sky.
Jincheng Bingwu’s words are not many. Most of the time, he is squinting, inserting two sentences from time to time, and then falling into silence.
Because of Jincheng Bingwu's sake, the atmosphere around it is a bit weird, and the topic is often chatted and inexplicably gone.
Soon, everyone ended a topic. After a moment of silence, Uncle Maori coughed heavily, then raised his hand and looked at his watch, breaking the deadlock: "Oh... now it’s seven o'clock, the sky is all black. After all, the water detectors and the bamboo rich guides have not yet returned. Even if you go to the island to do the early shooting work, it should be almost..."
"Who knows this? Maybe it was delayed by something?"
Sakamoto’s beauty smiled and replied casually. Uncle Maori snorted again:
...they are really, now it’s a meal, so let everyone wait, and accompany them to hungry, it’s too rude!~

Uncle Maori’s words fell, and Shu Yunwen
snapped
and his heart turned white--
Saying, Uncle Maori, are you still saying something else?
If you are not using [illusion] and "calling" you back, you may have to be turned to the ladies on the beach to know where to go now...
Shu Yunwen’s heart spit, and Jincheng Bingwu opened his eyes slightly, his voice was hoarse and old:
Mr. Maori, are you hungry? If so, then we will not wait for them, let’s start eating now...

Listening to Jincheng Bingwu's words, Uncle Maori said, "Ah," and then quickly waved his hand: "No, no! I don't mean that..."
Uncle Maori did not finish, Jincheng Bingwu continued: "...just, I am a little hungry now - I don't want you to say, I am not in good health, I sleep very early every night, we will finish eating soon. I am going back to go to bed early..."
After Jincheng Bingwu finished, Aso and Eri said quickly: "But... my uncle, isn't that appropriate?"
"Nothing is not suitable." Jincheng Bingwu shook his head, his voice was old and with a hint of indifference. "There is no other person coming here. I really want to entertain people today...only Mr. Maori..."
"What? I?"
Uncle Maori pointed to his nose with some sternness, and Jincheng Bingwu nodded: "Yes, that is you..."
......
At 7 o'clock in the evening, Tokyo City, Mihuamachi.
In front of the coin-operated lockers in the Mihua Park, a woman in a windbreaker and hat came over and reached for a key from the pocket of her clothes. She opened one of the cabinets and took a bag from it. After looking at the things inside, a smile appeared in the corner of my mouth:
"...the interferometers and videotapes are all inside, things should be right! And, listening to the cleaning company's people reporting on the phone, their cleaning is going well, and there have been no strange things, so say, snow There should be nothing strange in Li’s lab—at least not when they cleaned...

That's right! This eccentric woman is the person who entrusted the cleaning company to clean the luoli lab, and is also an old acquaintance of luoli mourning - Belmore!
Belmore whispered softly, his eyes carefully looked around, then gently closed the locker, and took the bag and walked away.
Not long after, Belmoud walked into a coffee shop, and when it came out, it became the appearance of the object.
Belmoud's easy-to-capacity and acting skills are invincible, and there is no flaw in the disguise. Just like an ordinary student who goes out to buy dinner, his hand carries a fast food and returns to the rented apartment.
Inside the apartment, Belmore first observed the situation inside the room, then pulled the curtains, turned on the TV directly, connected the videotape, and carefully checked it.
The person who cleaned the company was an order from Belmoud to let Nantian Ludao go online. The service attitude was quite good. The videotape was also the same as that of Belmore, and it was filmed after entering the door.
Before the TV, Belmod seriously looked at the pictures in the videotape, first the living room, the disinfection room, and finally the professional laboratory of luoli mourning experiment.
The professional laboratory is fully equipped. Belmoud stares at the picture on the TV screen carefully. After seeing the label of the white rat breeding warehouse and the breeding bin, the pupil can't help but shrink, and immediately click the pause button. After a few seconds of silence, a smile appeared on his face:
"...Shirley, this guy is also doing research on APTX-4869 here? In the words, Shijin Runyu said some strange things in the past... He should have been here too?"
Belmoud suddenly thought of the time, and after thinking for a while, he blinked again:
"In words, with the ability to run the time, since Shirley was discovered, I would definitely have installed a camera and the like in the lab. Now that the time has been dead, but the sorcerer and Shirley. I am sure I am very vigilant. If I install a camera here, I will probably be exposed immediately, so my best choice is to stare at it and look for a good opportunity..."
"...as long as I am patient, there is always a chance..."
......
At seven o'clock in the afternoon, the ghost turtle island.
Conan and Xiaolan circled the island and shouted "Pingliang sister" and "Miss Pingliang" and looked around, looking for the figure of Pingliang Yijiang.
Running on this road, Conan and Xiaolan were all panting. Suddenly, Xiaolan said, "Ah," pointed to the beach road not far away: "Conan, you see that is..."
Conan looked at Xiaolan's gaze and saw a figure lying on the beach. He couldn't help but smash and ran away. He saw Pingliang Yijiang's eyes closed, wearing a purple shirt and his hands on his chest. Lying on the ground motionless, with a faint trace on his neck, and a line of words on his head:
I am a ghost from Hailong Palace.
Conan blinked, then immediately extended his hand, first explored under the nose of Pingliang Yijiang, and then stayed on the aorta of her neck for a while, at this time, the service department also ran away from the distance. Come over, startled: "This is... Miss Pingliang? She is this..."
"She is no longer angry, and she should be strangled." Conan retracted his hand and looked at the line next to Pingliang Yijiang. His expression was dignified:
"... As for the murderer, it should be the person who wrote this line!"