It was rare for a few young monks to see their master so angry. They quickly cleaned the ground and walked away with the tableware.

Shiraishi was also about to leave, but as soon as he stood up, Conan suddenly asked: "And what? How did you deal with that case later? Why did you know about it?"

Shiraishi didn't answer, and if he said a few more words, Conan might guess it directly.

At this time, the character of not speaking was very convenient. Shiraishi walked away with the table, and Conan wanted to chase him, but was held down by Ran Mori.

Kogoro Mouri's skin has been tempered for a long time and has not affected his appetite by the Shura field just now.

After Bai Shi and Hongye went out, he picked up chopsticks and put them in the food, chewed them and guessed: "They must be reporters. When they first entered the door, didn't the old host treat us as reporters?"

Conan felt that it was wrong: "But how can you be a reporter if you can't speak? Do you have to use sign language to the camera while reporting?"

"He is a reporter from the Deaf and Mute Channel."

Whether Conan believes it or not, Kogoro Mouri believes it anyway. He waved his chopsticks and gestured:

"Isn't that there? When broadcasting news, sometimes a small shot will be cut out, and someone will gesture in a synchronous manner... Well? Speaking of which, why do you understand sign language?"

"!" Conan silently swallowed the rebuttal of his guess and laughed awkwardly, "...It was Brother Shiraishi downstairs who taught me. He said that children have strong language talent and are a good time to learn multiple languages!"

Kogoro Mouri rolled his dead fish eyes and continued to pick up food:

"I'm really a fool, I should teach English. What's the use of learning sign language? Also, you don't run downstairs in the future - I always feel that since he moved here, I've received fewer and fewer commissions. This person is unlucky."

Conan nodded and fooled him. He didn't dare to ask more questions for the time being. He could only return to the lounge with a bunch of questions.

This temple is very simple, and of course the place used to receive guests is not much luxurious.

The guest room was a large room. Kuan Nian found a cloth for them each, which could sleep if they were spread in the room.

The sound of water and wind in the mountains was unexpectedly hypnotic. After an hour and a half, Ran Maori, who thought he would have insomnia, quickly fell asleep, and Kogoro Mouri even slept with a pillow.

But Conan was still thinking about Wu Tiangou and the suspicious person xN he encountered today, and he couldn't sleep.

He turned over again, looked up at the ceiling, and suddenly felt the shadow above swaying slightly.

Conan sat up alertly and found a small shadow passing by at the door, looking like a cat.

...There should be not many wild cats in the mountains, but they were raised in temples to catch mice?

Conan sat up boredly, but he couldn't sleep anyway, so he wanted to go out for a walk with the cat.

But accidentally turned his head and with the bright candlelight in the corridor, Conan suddenly found that only Hongye was sleeping on the other side of the room, and the other cloth was empty.

...When did that young man leave? There was no movement at all!

Although he might have just gone to the bathroom, Conan's curiosity was so inflated that any abnormality could attract his attention.

He stood up suspiciously, walked out with ease, and followed his intuition.

After the door of the room was closed, Hongye half opened her eyes, turned over and looked at the door, poked the private chat and sent a few words to Bai Shi.

...

"Zhongnian? You said that unlucky guy who was hanged, hahaha, I killed him."

Abbot Tianyong was drunk in his room, leaning on the back of the chair, with a happy expression:

"He actually wanted to elope with my cute granddaughter. Fortunately, I made a quick decision and conceived such a wonderful plan. Now Xiaoqing can successfully marry the big temple, and our temple has become popular because of the rumors about Wutiangou."

After recalling his feat, Tian Yong looked at the short monk opposite him and barely found a trace of reason from his chaotic thoughts, and instructed him:

"You came late and I have never seen him before, so I dared to tell you this. Don't tell you the senior brothers. They have a good relationship with Zhongnian, and..."

"Master."

Xiunian put down the bottle of wine that she was urging to drink. The young monk who was always honest and obedient raised his head and looked angry: "Please surrender."

...

The waterfall on the edge of the cliff has a strong presence, the wind is loud, and the corridor is not quiet.

Conan walked a while before he could vaguely hear a voice, as if it were the old abbot's voice.

He walked in the sound, and just after a corner, he saw a mute young man in front of him standing at the door of the abbot Tianyong's room, ready to open the door.

As soon as he took a look, the man paused and suddenly turned around and looked towards the corner.

Conan's heart skipped a beat, quickly retracted his head, and his whole body was tightly pressed against the wall.

Based on the speed of the other party turning around just now and the speed of his head shrinking, Conan judged that he had not been seen.

At the same time, this scene reminded him of the slap he had hit by gin before. Conan turned back vigilantly, looking back, the corridor behind him was empty, which was reassuring.

He then breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to see the situation at the old abbot's door again.

Who knew that as soon as I poked my head out, I met someone directly.

——The immortal who grew up eating millet came to a place less than half a meter away from the corner. He was looking at him silently and gloomy. His eyes with deep outlines were extremely calm, and he seemed not surprised at all that a child was hiding around the corner.

Conan was shocked by the sudden attack and his scalp was about to explode. It was only then that he realized that the mute mask was not pure black, with dark patterns on it. In the dark environment, with the reflection of the candlelight, a skeleton with a light line could be seen.

...Decent people rarely wear such masks!

Conan subconsciously touched the anesthesia watch, but before he could raise his wrist, he heard a squirting sound, and his eyes blurred rapidly and his consciousness began to fall asleep.

When she slipped against the wall weakly, Conan felt unwilling to be silenced, and it was like this again...

No, wait... why did he say again?

...

Of course, Abbot Tianyong did not want to surrender.

With the assistance of Ke Xue, his murder plan was perfect, and it was difficult to find evidence. Now, two years have passed, and he can even get away with it.

Xiu Nian knelt on the ground, looking at Tianyong's figure laughing at Yue, her heart was cold.

Although he is very different from the dead Zhongnian from height to appearance, they are actually brothers with good relationships.

The case two years ago was closed by suicide. Xiu Nian didn't believe that the optimistic and cheerful brother would commit suicide, so he hid his identity. It took him a year and a half before he finally moved from a faraway temple to this Shanni Temple to find out the truth about his brother's death.

This little monk has a good mind, too.

Today, half a year later, he had a clue about the murderer's method, but he could not determine who the prisoner was - until he saw the abnormal reaction of Tianyong Abbot tonight.

Not only did he kill someone, he was also complacent and had no regrets...

When she came to her senses, Xiu Nian had already pulled off the belt from the clothes hanger, and walked it around Tianyong's neck, and tied it hard.
Chapter completed!