Transform randomly in Kexue World

Chapter 77 Chapter [-]
"Hey, Uncle Kogoro, let's go to this grandpa's house to see if it's okay."

After everyone finished eating, Conan grabbed Kogoro Mori's arm and said, "This grandpa said there are ghosts in his house!"

"What's so interesting about ghosts?" Mori Kogoro, who was thinking about how to get Martin to count a ten thousand horse coupon for himself, naturally had no interest in Conan's words.

"But didn't uncle say that there are no ghosts in this world?" Conan insisted, "Why don't we go to this grandpa's house and take a look, as a famous detective, uncle must be able to solve the mystery? Brother Martin can catch ghosts!"

As for whether Martin will go or not, Conan doesn't need to ask at all, this guy will go wherever he has fun, as a Taoist priest, it is impossible to let go of the opportunity to visit the haunted house.

If someone pretends to be a ghost, the famous detective Mori Kogoro (me) will expose it, and if there are real monsters, the Taoist Martin will subdue them. Our combination is really too powerful.

"Are there any ghosts in this world..." Mori Kogoro looked at Martin, and hesitantly drew a long voice. Ten minutes ago he could have said with certainty that there were absolutely no ghosts, but after Martin showed him a trick, Mori Kogoro Not so confident.

"No ghosts! Absolutely no ghosts!" Mao Lilan said loudly suddenly and firmly. After all, only by firming up the world view that there are no ghosts in the world can he keep himself as free from fear as possible.If you think there are ghosts in the world, how can you prove that there is no ghost sticking out its long tongue lying behind you.

Conan looked at Mao Lilan with a complicated expression on his face. Mao Lilan had never experienced the Masked Superman battle in a department store, so he had no real sense of Martin's ability and the possibility of joint summoning.If we say that before today... before yesterday, there may have been no ghosts in this world, but in the two days since Martin transformed into a headless horseman and a Taoist priest, it's hard to say.

Kogoro Mouri thought for a while, and rolled his eyes: "Martin, why don't we make a bet on whether the old gentleman's house is a real ghost or a fake ghost. If I can prove that it was someone pretending to be a ghost or some kind of If it is a natural phenomenon, you can help me calculate the horse race numbers again."

"Then if I catch the real ghost, let Xiaolan..." Martin draws a long tone: You just act like being beaten by Xiaolan?
"Hey, don't bring Xiaolan into the game between us." Mori Kogoro said awkwardly: "How about my detective Mori Kogoro help you with a commission."

Conan: Hey, didn't that drag me in?

Martin was still not satisfied: "Uncle Xiaogoro, how does your average commission fee for one commission compare to one ten thousand horse coupon?"

In fact, Mori Kogoro also took over large orders with relatively high commission fees, but compared with the huge base of usually looking for cats and dogs to catch affairs and other small cases, it is really incomparable with Wanma Coupons.

"Hey, that's five commissions."

"Deal~" (ω)

Then they decided to go to the old man's house. The old man's name is Yoshiichi Otonashi. He is 68 years old and lives in an old apartment. The ghost he mentioned happened around that old apartment. A series of strange things.

For example, the will-o'-the-wisps outside the window, the red bloody water that suddenly flowed out of the toilet, and ghost images that people often picked up in the middle of the night.

On the way to follow Mr. Otonashi to his house, Conan limped at the end with a fortune-telling banner, and Mao Lilan also lost his pace in order to take care of him.

In other words, since Conan's identity was exposed, the last time he was carried away by Mao Lilan was when he was a little Corgi.

"That... I don't understand..." Conan hesitated and suddenly raised the topic: "When Martin asked you to kiss him, you didn't seem to be angry with him at all? Xiao, Lan, sister, sister! "

After asking the question, Conan also tried to hide it by emphasizing that he was only asking "Sister Xiaolan" as "Conan".

Although Xiaolan exuded a very dangerous atmosphere at that time, she was not targeting Martin who made the request, but Kogoro Mori who was requested.

"Do you care about it? Ke, Nan?" Mao Lilan followed Conan's example and called him word for word.

A day has passed, and Conan is still struggling with whether Xiaolan likes him or not.

"It's just strange. In the past, when you met a man who was too close to you casually, you would refuse decisively, right?" Conan asked, turning his head away from her.

Knowing that the guy in front of him was being stubborn, Mao Lilan explained: "Because after getting to know Mr. Martin, I can vaguely feel that he was just joking with his mouth, and he didn't have this idea in his heart."

"It's as if there was a big detective who used to show off the love letters that other girls gave him in front of my eyes. In fact, it was just to see my reaction. In fact, 'he' didn't have any special feelings for those girls at all. Right?"

Conan was unconvinced when his previous little thoughts were poked out, and he still said arrogantly: "That's not necessarily true."

"Oh? Really?" Mao Lilan's half-moon eyes: "In this case - if Mr. Martin can win Dad, I will go and kiss him."

"Hey!" Conan, who was originally turning his head, turned his head back: "Are you joking?"

Of course it was a joke, but seeing Conan's nervous face, Mao Lilan seemed to suddenly understand why Martin Jun likes to play tricks on others.

It's really interesting to see such expressions and reactions.

"Why are you just joking?" Mao Lilan raised her eyebrows, crossed her arms, and pretended not to look at him: "I don't hate Mr. Martin, and Mr. Martin also wants to be kissed, right? Kissing the face is okay. .”

"I... this... he..." Conan hesitated for a long time, and finally accelerated suddenly, using the fortune-telling flag in his hand to use the effect of a ski pole, and slowly caught up with the troops in front.

Mao Lilan smiled and quickened her pace to follow.

"Grandpa, what do you think the ghost fire you saw looked like?" Conan asked.

Collect information in advance and prepare for battle seriously!In the name of a famous detective, I can't lose!

"Women's fire, usually at night, when looking at the opposite building from the window, sometimes you can see small orange fireballs jumping in mid-air in that abandoned building." Mr. Otonashi said.

Conan, Mao Lilan, and Martin all showed some relaxed expressions: the orange-red one is a hammer-wisp, and the will-o-wisp should be the same as the flame on the headless horseman's head yesterday, and the blue one looks like it.

As a result, Mr. Otonashi said again: "There are still a few times, and the will-o'-the-wisp has turned into a cloud of blue."

Conan and Mao Lilan's expressions froze again, and it looked like that again.

The old man can't walk very far. The small ramen restaurant is not far from the place he rents. It takes ten minutes to get there at the old man's pace. In front of everyone is a dilapidated small second-floor apartment.

"This place is really dilapidated." Mori Kogoro said bluntly: "If I passed by here, I would probably think that the whole building has been abandoned."

Indeed, the walls with mottled mold spots, potholes and exposed bricks, the roof with jagged edges and half-walled ivy, the only difference between this dilapidated apartment built 50 years ago and an abandoned building is that the windows are all intact .

On the left of the apartment is a small commercial building that is much newer than it, and on the right is an even more dilapidated unfinished building. It was dilapidated in the blowing rain.

Mao Lilan looked back across the street, and there was a vast green park directly opposite the dilapidated apartment: "You can see such a beautiful park when you open the window, and you will feel better living here, right? How could anyone Become a ghost here."

"Because this park is where the ghost in the apartment died." Mr. Otonashi replied calmly, "In this park four years ago, the girl was burned alive by gangsters."

The night wind swirled, blowing goosebumps on Mao Lilan's calf, and then passed a telephone pole, blowing a corner of a yellowed arrest warrant.

(End of this chapter)