Chapter 354

"Mr. Maori, what a good drinker!"

"I'm flattered. I'm flattered."

Uncle Maori asked for the cheapest room at the corner of the second floor. It was right next to Gao Cheng's room. As soon as he came, he was drunk and noisy with the mountain village.

"In this way, that fake is not an opponent at all," said the mountain village, clapping his hands and being drunk. "If we can't do it well today, we can see a good play."

"Hey, you wait and see!"

"Really." Gao Cheng leaned against the bed and listened to the laughter coming from the next room.

It's dark, uncle Maori and rookie police are still drinking.

"What am I doing here when I don't go home?" Gao Cheng said helplessly.

Small AI holds notebook to go online to check data, smell speech light to say: "you are not because hear to discover nameless corpse just come over?"

"That's right, but the owner of the hotel is looking for uncle Maori... I can't get an outsider in..."

Gao Cheng tugged his chin and thought, "by the way, maybe you can ask the rookie police officer about the situation first."

In the next room, uncle Maori and mountain village calisthenics are still drinking. Xiaolan is not happy to sit on the side and drink. Conan has been sitting by the window and looking out.

"Detective Chenghu?" Seeing Gao Cheng coming into the house, the mountain village Cao knotted his tongue and said, "do you want a drink?"

"No," Gao Cheng secretly wiped his cold sweat, "officer Yamamura, you should still be on duty, right? Drink so much wine... "

"It's OK, it's OK," said the mountain village with a faint smile, holding his glass. "I'll just have a few drinks... Right, Mr. Maori?"

Uncle Maori belched: "that's right."

Xiao Lan slammed down the cup and complained to Gao Cheng: "they have drunk more than half of the box!"

"No wonder..."

Gao Cheng sat down at the table and looked at the mountain village gymnastics who might get drunk at any time. He quickly asked, "mountain village police officer, can you tell me about the unknown body this time?"

"Oh, that man," the mountain village gymnast said vaguely, "didn't you ask the clerk who found the body just now? It's said that it was found by the staff when they came back to pick wild vegetables after their trip... But then again, the deceased had a car key, but no driver's license, cigarettes but no lighter and so on... And he died in summer, but he was wearing a sweater. It's really strange... "

With that, the village calisthenics fell directly on the dining table and fell asleep, looking black.

"Officer Yamamura!"

"I said Chenghu boy," Uncle Maori wore a tie on his head and hiccupped again. "It's no use asking more. This is just an ordinary suicide incident."

Gao Cheng has a headache and looks at Maori uncle who is full of wine: "uncle, do you know what's going on?"

This old drunkard is not like an ordinary suicide

"On the way here, I asked," my uncle said, "listen to the mountain village police officer, the dead man's mountaineering bag contains fresh milk and red bean bread, which is valid for July four years ago. There is also a receipt from a nearby convenience store in his wallet. In addition, the dead man has a rope around his neck and a broken branch tied with the rope

"It's very obvious that the dead must have broken the branch after hanging himself. There used to be people who committed suicide in the forest some time before the summer vacation. It's no surprise at all."

"That's why it's strange," Gao Cheng said, rubbing his eyebrows. "First of all, how can I wear a sweater in summer, have cigarettes but no ignition, have car keys but no driver's license..."

When Uncle Maori's words stopped, he hummed: "what's the matter here? People who want to commit suicide, who knows what he will think?"

Gao Cheng continued: "but uncle, aren't you called by the boss to investigate the man in red? A man who came here to deposit his suitcase in the autumn five years ago will commit suicide in the summer one year later? "

"Fool, didn't he say he would come back to get it even if he died? That's why the innkeeper asked me to solve the mystery! " Uncle Maori angrily ordered a cigarette and looked back to the outside of the room. "The key should be that suitcase... But that guy is really slow. He hasn't started reasoning for so long..."

Xiaolan complained: "maybe that fake has already run away. Isn't it good to go to him just now?"

"I don't think so," Conan said, staring at the window. "No one seems to have left the hotel yet."

Uncle shook and stood up: "I can't help it. I'll go and scold that fake..."

"No, no!" Just then, a burst of shouting and noise suddenly broke out in the corridor, and the staff member, puchuan, came running in a panic, "Mr. policeman! The big deal is not good! "

"What's the matter?" Uncle Maori said vaguely, "has reasoning begun?"

"No," the staff said anxiously. "It seems that detective Maori hanged himself in his room!"

"What are you talking about?! I, I hanged myself? " Uncle Maori woke up most of the time, and it took him a long time to react. He didn't say, "what's going on?"

"Anyway, come and have a look. Where's Mr. policeman?" Puchuan looked into the room and noticed the mountain village exercises that were sleeping, "Mr. policeman!"

"Well?" The mountain village opens his eyes vaguely, "Mr. Maori committed suicide?"

……

In room 209, Gao Cheng follows the crowd through the porch and enters the living room. He finds that the fake is hanging on the beam between the paper doors of the bedroom. His belt is around his neck. His face is terrible and he stares at him.

At the foot of the corpse was a fallen board of go, and the coat was thrown aside. The official foreskin box was placed on the table under the chandelier with a key in it.

Not long ago, he just came here and knocked on the door. At that time, the victim responded. The time of being killed should be about half an hour

Gao Cheng glanced around and thought about squatting to the porch and touching the tatami. He found that there were still wet traces. It seemed that someone had walked in with wet feet.

It's too strange to think about suicide. There's a great possibility of homicide

"Ah? Is he a fake? " The owner of the nearby hotel and his party were surprised to know the real identity of Uncle Maori.

"Is that true?"

"That's right," the village official affirmed, "that man is just a fake of a fake Maori detective. This is the real famous detective Mr. Maori Kogoro!"

"I see," the staff said later. "No wonder I always think I've seen him somewhere!"

"I'm really sorry, because we haven't met you, so..."

"Cough, cough!" Uncle Maori put his hands on his back, straightened his chest and coughed heavily. He turned to the briefcase on the desk and said, "let's see what's in this suitcase first. This guy must have something to do with pretending to be me."

"That's right."

"The key is still in the keyhole."

Shancuncao turned the key to open the trunk and found that there was only a sports newspaper with SUMO report on the front page.

Uncle Maori was surprised to see the report on the front page: "this is a newspaper in September five years ago. I remember that this Chicheng pill won for the first time in 18 years, so the report was very detailed. However, he retired four years ago because of serious injury... Strange, why do you put this kind of thing in the briefcase?"

"What seems to be in the newspaper?"

When Uncle Maori was reading the newspaper, Shancun Cao was attracted by some falling black lines. He pulled them suspiciously and suddenly all the black lines fell out.

"My God! It's hair

The mountain village is holding the long hair that falls out of the newspaper in horror. After that, Xiaolan screams and hugs Conan tightly.

"Make a fuss," Uncle Maori said calmly, "it's just hair in the newspaper."

"But these hairs are so long!"

The voice of the mountain village trembled: "is this homicide the curse of the man with long hair in red who died four years ago?"

"Hum!" Uncle Maori was dissatisfied and said, "if the curse can really kill people, won't the police and detectives have nothing to eat? I see, it's probably the man in red who made a bet with this moustache disguised as me five years ago according to the development of Chicheng pill one year later. Then the man with long hair left the box and gave the key to moustache, saying that his answer was in the briefcase, and he would open the box in a year later... "

"This is a homicide," Gao Cheng suddenly came to interrupt uncle Maori and looked at Changfa. "In half an hour, someone killed the dead in a hurry."

"Eh?"

The mountain village and his party looked at Gao Cheng one after another: "he, he killed?"

"Look at the hair," Gao Cheng said, grabbing the long hair, "it's different in length, and it's hot and dyed, and it's wet to touch... I'm afraid it was picked up temporarily in the bathroom and stuffed in the newspaper. The evidence is that there are wet footprints on the tatami at the door of this room."

"Really," the village touched the tatami at the door, "and other people have come in!"

Gao Cheng turned to the hotel staff and asked, "who was the first to find the body?"

"Yes, it's me," the boss said, wiping the sweat channel, "because Mr. Maori... This fake has not moved, so I wanted to come and have a look. I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen..."

Gao Cheng continued: "who have been to the bathhouse during this time?"

"This..." the boss looked embarrassed, "we are not very clear..."

"I have," Xiao Lan recalled, "when I went to the bathroom to take a bath, there was a clean sign outside the door."

"Clean up? Clean the bathhouse so early here? "

"No, we usually clean in the middle of the night."

The owner of the hotel is submissive and looks at Gao Cheng in a baseball cap.

"Well, is this Mr. constable, too?"

"I just happened to pass by," Gao Cheng walked to the corpse with his hands in his hands and glanced over a group of hotel staff. "The story should be that someone deliberately put up a cleaning sign outside the female voice bathhouse to prevent people from entering. Then he picked up a bunch of long hair at the drain and came back here."

"But why do you want to do that?" the village said strangely“ It should be to disturb the police search, "Gao Cheng said." the reason why the tatami got wet indicates that the killer was in a hurry. Maybe he went straight into the bathhouse in his socks, and then went back here... "The owner of the hotel was surprised and looked at Gao Cheng:" the killer is... "" in a hurry, the killer knew where the cleaning board was kept, So it's probably in the hotel staff. " Gao Cheng seriously turned to the hotel crowd: "it's not sure whether there are only five years old newspapers in the suitcase, so it's necessary to carefully check your personal belongings." Boss a few people swallowed saliva one after another: "you, who are you after all?"