Chapter 161: "Detective Conan"

No matter how perverted Conan's ability is.
The mysterious girl bought a house. From the nanny to a group of relatives and friends, they were summoned from the shadows and disguised as distorted magic.
Meng Ke's substitute is the steward of this room, and the deceased is his nominal wife.
The so-called homicides are the result of his own editing and directing.
By the next day, the three of Maori Xiaowulang came early, but Meng Ke noticed Conan and Maorilan who were following him.
"Yo, how did the big detectives bring the children?" Opening the door to greet them was the surrogate's sister, who was the second custodian of the room except the avatar.
Maori Kogoro suddenly looked embarrassed.
But fortunately she just ridiculed and took them into the house after she finished.
This house was built in the middle of the mountain and is a small and small villa.
The interior decoration is simple, but it reveals extraordinary luxury connotation in a low-key.
I do n’t know how the mysterious girl got it. The three of Maoli Xiaowulang came in and marveled.
Meng Ke's will has already returned to the ontology, watching here as if opening the perspective of God.
The avatar walked downstairs, said a few words with them, and walked ahead.
After entering the study, the eyes were disorganized, and a white person was printed on the ground.
"It happened three days ago, when I came back from work late, I saw this scene as soon as I entered the study." The expression of the substitute was a little sad.
The stack of photos from the housekeeper was placed in front of Maori Kogoro.
"This is a picture of the deceased taken at the time, but from the picture, it seems that the lady died of suicide?"
After reading carefully one by one, Maori Kogoro's expression was a little dignified.
With such a family background, who would commit suicide for no reason? This is impossible, so he can almost conclude that this must be a homicide disguised as suicide!
"Did your wife have a holiday with others recently?" Maori Kogoro asked.
The avatar shook his head without answering.
The butler helped to answer: "Miss is a writer, she usually seldom goes out, and she has never been out in the last month."
Maori Kogoro was puzzled, and Conan suddenly didn't know where to get a book.
"Grandpa Butler, what is this book!"
The cover of the anime character, one tall and one short, and two back-to-back characters, with several Japanese titles clearly visible.
"Oh, this one, this is a detective novel that Miss recently wrote, it hasn't been published yet." The butler explained with a smile.
Mao Lilan crouched down and looked carefully at the cover.
"" Detective Conan "? Hey, this name is the same as Conan!"
"Really?" Conan froze.
"What! Imp, quickly put other people's things back." Maori Xiaowulang was dissatisfied, and he would grab the book when he shot.
But Conan seemed to hide, and slowly opened the pages.
"This……"
Looking at it, suddenly, his face became pale and trembling.
"Conan? What's wrong with you? Is this book so horrible?" Mao Lilan moved closer, looking curiously like in the book.
However, Conan suddenly jumped away, panic-stricken.
"No viewing!"
Suddenly, everyone looked at him in surprise.
"Conan, what's wrong with you?" Maori Lan wondered.
"I said no to read, no to read!" Shouted, and no one expected that he seemed to be frightened by the big shock, and quickly tore off the first few pages of this book, three times five divided by two Torn to pieces.
"Ghost! You are crazy!" Looking at this scene inexplicably, Maori Xiaowulang twitched for a while.
"Conan! What are you doing?"
Mao Lilan frowned and reached for the book from his hand.
A violent chestnut of Maori Kogo hit the top of Conan's head, and instead took the book from Maori Lan, and handed it to the substitute apologetically.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't expect a child to do this, and it will cause you trouble."
He couldn't help but apologize, and the substitute also smiled.
"It's okay, we have signed this book to print at the publishing house, and it will be sold soon, but it's a pity that this manuscript ......... Hey, it's okay."
"What, this book is about to sign on the market ?!" Conan, who was still tearing the paper, made his face pale.
"Yeah." The avatar nodded and said: "And I heard that it is still available for unlimited sales worldwide."
"Mr. Maori is a detective? You can buy it at a later time. Our lady's writing is very good." The housekeeper smiled and smiled.
Later, the housekeeper and the avatar took them around the house again.
But now Conan feels that who is the murderer in this case is no longer so important.
"Detective Conan ......... how is this possible ... how does she know ... why ..."
I was puzzled. He wanted to find the deceased to ask for a personal understanding, but the man was already dead.
"How did she know that I was a child who was turned into a medicine ... How did she know that I used an anesthesia needle to help Maori Kogoro solve the case ... And my inner thoughts at that time ... Why did she know so clear………"
"Is it just because of inspiration? Impossible!"
When his life was written clearly and clearly with a book ~ EbookFREE.me ~ this fear, Conan suddenly remembered a movie "The World of Chumen".
"Don't ..."
Suddenly, his eyes widened in horror.
Why ... Can modern technology really make people rejuvenate after taking a medicine?
Why ...... there will be homicides wherever they go?
Why ... He has been hiding behind Maori Kogoro many times, almost to be exposed, but ultimately not exposed?
Everything is as planned ...
They traveled ... Someone died ...
They went out for dinner ... Someone died ...
They went out of the amusement park ... Someone died ...
………
All the methods of committing crimes are so bizarre, bizarre and incredible.
Without those cases, ordinary policemen simply cannot solve them!
This is like someone intentionally arranged, TV drama movies are not so exaggerated!
Homicide happens everywhere ...
"Why ... why I didn't notice it before."
Conan looked at the Maori Xiaowulang and Maorilan who were talking and laughing in pain.
When a person begins to doubt one thing, he will doubt everything he sees.
This feeling is like being abandoned by the world.
The whole world is cheating him, waiting for him to solve the case next time.
"Yeah, it's another murder ... I should solve the case ..."
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