The Buddhist way of life of Ke Xue Le Zi

Chapter 117

Judging from the situation, Kudo will probably get involved in this case. The people below have been alarmed and they will most likely not take any action again in the short term.

Xing Hai Ya closed the window, lowered her eyes and thought about the whole thing.

After calming down, he discovered the loophole in the whole thing. Plus, he knew that at this critical juncture, it was impossible for the organization to come to this small hotel to cause trouble, and he also had a clue about the mastermind behind everything, which made him feel a little more confident.

Xing Haimei hates being in an uncertain and unknown situation, as it reminds him of many unpleasant past events.

But we have to put things here aside for now. The "transaction" with Ricardo is the most important thing now. That gentleman is keeping a close eye on this task and will not allow any mistakes.

Xing Haiya fell into the soft bed, the soft and comfortable quilt wrapped around his skin, the boy closed his eyes in the scent of fabric softener, his consciousness shifted to the other side, and he fell into frequent busyness.

On the other end, because Mouri Ran was called away by the nurse, Conan Edogawa took over the phone that was still on the line. He wanted to take the opportunity to ask about the specific situation on the other end, but he called several times and got no response. Finally, the call was hung up, and Conan Edogawa put away his complicated expression. He decided to settle the score with Hoshimiya for hanging up his phone without his permission later.

It was expected that nothing would happen to the other party over there, but because that guy had a history of keeping silent and causing trouble, Edogawa Conan considered calling Hattori Heiji.

Hattori Heiji was investigating the situation around the hotel where he was staying. He had just separated from the two reliable-looking police officers when he received a call from his good brother Kudo.

"Hey, Kudo." The high school detective from Osaka quickly answered the phone. "What's the matter with you calling me? Want to come to Osaka to play? Unfortunately, I'm not in Osaka right now. You may have to wait until next time."

"It's not that, Hattori, are you investigating a case related to death notices?" Conan Edogawa hid in the hospital's emergency passage, walked down the stairs a few steps, and leaned his back against the stair railing.

"How did you know?" Hattori Heiji was surprised. He held his mobile phone in one hand and flipped through the passenger registration form. He glanced at the names registered on it, but Akutami Sanki's name was not on the thick book.

He asked the inn owner, and he learned that this register recorded the information of all guests staying in the hotel and had never been lost, so he could basically rule out the possibility that the protagonist of the death notice had stayed there.

"You also received a death notice?" Hattori Heiji guessed, but quickly denied this conclusion. "No, if you received such a notice, you would definitely not let it go."

"This kind of preview?" Edogawa Conan tilted his head and asked in confusion, "Is that preview weird?"

"What? You don't know." After flipping through the register, Hattori Heiji raised his eyebrows. "Then how did you know I was investigating this case?"

Time is not enough, and worried that Mao Lilan will be anxious if she can't find others, Edogawa Conan doesn't intend to hide it from Hattori Heiji, "Xiaolan won the invitation ticket to that hotel, but because of some things we can't go, only Xinghai and Hagiwara brother went."

"Oh, those two policemen, right? They were investigating with me after listening to what I told you about what happened. You two know each other." Having said that, he thought about it carefully and as far as he could remember, the two policemen did not do anything like sending emails or making phone calls.

Thinking of this, Hattori Heiji asked.

"They didn't tell me that. Xinghai said that." Edogawa Conan drooped his eyelids and turned his body to look out the window of the passage. "It was a mixed-race high school student next to them."

"A mixed-race high school student?" Hattori Heiji recalled and only found a vague figure in the corner of his memory.

However, Hattori Heiji didn't pay much attention to it. He said "oh" with a long tail sound, and then said seriously: "The death notice was mailed directly to my house. Although the notice said that a man named Akutami Sanki would die in this hotel, the signature on the envelope was for me."

Rather than a death notice, the strange wording of the letter actually puts the writer in the position of a victim, making it look more like a letter for help.

It's like a way of asking for help from others by using the name of a death notice.

So their focus now is not on finding Akutami Sanki, but on finding the person who wrote the letter.

"Are there any progress on your side?" After listening to Hattori Heiji's story, Edogawa held his chin and thought.

"Absolutely not," Hattori Heiji said, reaching out to put the register back. "There is no handwriting similar to the death notice in the register. I am wondering if I should check the employee record sheet."

"The letter you suspect might have been sent by an employee here?"

"Just a guess..."

Maybe it really was a prank.

Hattori Heiji rubbed his forehead. Looking at the thick stack of registration forms made his eyes feel a little dizzy.

But he was interrupted halfway by a sharp scream. The woman's fearful and trembling voice penetrated the wall and was clearly transmitted into the microphone of the phone.

"What's going on?!" Even through the phone, Edogawa Conan could clearly hear the almost tragic scream. A bad premonition immediately came over him, enveloping his nerves which were already becoming more tense because he didn't know the specific situation over there.

"It sounds like the proprietress's voice." Hattori Heiji ran towards the source of the sound.

When he arrived at the room where the proprietress was, Jinpei Matsuda and Kenji Hagiwara were already standing at the door. The proprietress was slumped over, her face as pale as paper, but her chest was heaving violently. She had probably just fainted.

In fact, you can guess what the tragedy is inside without getting close.

Hattori Heiji took a look at the blood that spread from the room to the corridor. His nose was filled with the strong smell of blood, as if every inch of the air was soaked in blood. His face instantly became extremely ugly.

He slowed down his pace and approached the room. He saw a man with his stomach ripped open lying on the ground in the wide-open door, in the same hideous posture as if he had struggled to escape. His face was filled with fear and resentment, and three sharp samurai swords that gleamed coldly were stuck on his scarred back.

He seemed to be nailed to the floor.

This is a crime scene that cannot be described with simple words.

After a long time, Hattori Heiji saw one of the police officers take out his cell phone and call the police. He calmed himself down, walked away, and spoke into the phone that had been silent for a while.

"Something happened, Kudo."