Conan's Mori Kogoro

His eyes couldn't help but look towards Minaho.

At this time, Minaho, who had turned his back to Conan, suddenly turned around.

The face of a blue face and fangs instantly fell into the eyes of the little ghost.

Conan couldn't help letting out a goose-like scream, rolled his eyes, and fainted again leaning against the wall.

Seeing this, Minaho took off the mask on his face and immediately went forward to observe the situation of the little devil's head.

"Conan, Conan, are you okay, sister didn't intentionally scare you."

"Huh~"

At this moment, Conan's soaked shorts actually leaked out of unknown liquid, and he was once again scared and incontinent.

Minaho suddenly regretted it.

Knowing that Conan was so courageous, she wouldn't scare him.

Now that it looks like this, you still have to clean up yourself in the end, why bother!

At the entrance of Su Fang Hongzi on the third floor of the west wing, the phone came, and everything around was lit up.

Mouri Kogoro standing on the cabinet said, "Ms. Su Fang seems to be injured, she shed a lot of blood, and all of Shauble's masks are scattered in it."

"There is a door beside this room, can I enter from there?"

The yellow-haired Lankawa Fuyuya said, "No, that door was blocked a long time ago, and it can't be opened at all."

At this time, the well-known baseball player Matsudaira Mamoru also came up: "I don't have the key, so I can only hit the door."

Mouri Kogoro got down from the cabinet and kicked the door directly.

Everyone outside the door instantly saw the tragedy in the room!

Su Fang Hongzi did not stare at him. It was exactly the same as the scene of the death of Shauble Condéres. The mask was scattered all over his body, as if sucking his blood.

Xiaolan and Mila hugged each other in fear;

And the maid Honami couldn't help screaming;

The rest of the people were even scared and took a few steps back.

"You are not allowed to go in."

Having said this, Kogoro Moori entered the scene first, and he pretended to examine the body.Then he walked out and said, "I have died, and the body still has warmth. It seems that he has just died."

"Now I will maintain order, Xiao Lan, immediately call Police Officer Mumu, and everyone else will go to the mask hall to wait. No one is allowed to act alone. Honami and I will call everyone else in the villa. "

Everyone was convinced of the detective's orders, so they obediently followed them.

Mouri Kogoro and the maid walked downstairs, and the two came to Nagara Haruka's door, and Mouri Kogoro knocked directly on the door.

"Xiaoyao, it's me, you can open the door."

Hearing this, Nagara Haruka, who had always been frightened inside, immediately opened the door and plunged into the arms of Kogoro Mori, his soft chest squeezed up desperately, the touch was wonderful.

"Master, you finally came back, so many voices just now scared me to death!"

Honami lowered her head and pretended not to see it.

When Nagara Haruka saw the presence of Honami, he couldn't help but slurred.

Mouri Kogoro stroked his soft back lightly, and said, "She is fine."

"But Ms. Su Fang upstairs was killed. Put on your coat first. Let's call Secretary Inaba. Let's go to the mask hall and wait for the police."

Nagara Haruka's face changed slightly when someone died.

She obediently went back to the room to find a long windbreaker to put on, and then followed Maori and his party to the first floor on the west side to call someone.

However, the three of them knocked on the door of Inaba and Dai for a long time, and there was still no answer.

Finally Honami took out the key and opened the door: "Secretary Inaba was just drunk, and I helped him back to the room. I shouldn't wake up yet."

As soon as the door opened, Inaba Kazuyo was still asleep.

Kogoro Mouri ignored her and returned to the mask room on the third floor with Nagara Haruka and Honami.

In the mask hall, Conan was hugged up by Minaho's shorts.

However, he was still unconscious and placed on the sofa.

Minaho still kept trying to wake him up.

As for the others, after knowing the news of Su Fanghong's death, their faces were different.

Masaki Katagiri frowned and looked at a photo;

Baseball player Mori Matsudaira bit his thumb nail;

On the other hand, the yellow-haired rock and roll youth Lankawa Fuyuya sat on the sofa and looked up at the ceiling, looking lost.

While waiting for the arrival of the police, Kogoro Mouri ignored these people and walked to his daughter's side instead.

He led Xiao Lan to the seat at Jiao Luo and asked her to put her feet on her lap.

Xiaolan flushed slightly, and obediently did so.

Mouri Kogoro's big hand reached through the hem of the bathrobe, and soon grabbed Xiaolan's injured right leg.

The touch of both hands is smooth, not slippery, as if slipping down without any effort.

He began to massage him gently: "You girl, you are injured again. Dad knows that you are eager to save people, but I am by your side. Don't be so impulsive next time."

"Really, I broke my kick, but I feel distressed!"

Xiaolan's long legs are very sensitive. When pressed by Kogoro Moori, with so many people around, she couldn't help blushing and responded obediently, "Hmm!"

Mouri Kogoro's rejuvenation technique was performed, and the cool grass spirit poured into his leg, and he quickly repaired the bruise he had just received.

Xiaolan's pretty face was immediately full of useful expressions, and Mira looked a little envious.

After the rejuvenation technique was performed, Kogoro Mouri scratched Xiaolan’s feet, leaned over and whispered, "I’ll go back with Mira to change clothes. Seeing you guys wearing this bathrobe and no underwear, I don’t think so. Safety."

Xiao Lan's face turned red again.