Conan Super Detective

"What, such a terrifying letter?" Xiao Lan asked immediately, who had just entered the door.

"Are you back?" Kogoro greeted casually, and then said with a little surprise: "Isn't this just the threatening letter of the murder notice?"

"Yes, since two years ago, Madam will receive the same letter every year. This year, I hope Mr. Maori can find the person who sent the letter anyway!" Said the proxy client named Omeyuedao.

"But, if it started two years ago, it means that the birthdays of the year before and last year are all right?" Xiaolan asked strangely, and it was just a simple prank.

"Yes, the business banquet was held without incident. But because the wife told the guests about the content of the letter, fewer and fewer guests have participated in the birthday banquet in the past two years... So be sure to invite a Maori detective this time. On Madam’s fiftieth birthday, find out that nasty guy and attend this birthday party as Madam’s bodyguard at the same time!" Qingmei Yue said with a pleading expression.

"Huh? The bodyguard's words are really a bit..." Kogoro said unhappily.

On the other hand, the green plum butler handed a cheque very sensibly, with the amount of three million written on it. Then Kogoro immediately performed the face-changing skills learned in Sichuan, and promised this entrustment with great will.

"But speaking of it, this threatening letter says'Profanity-the passage of time', what do you think it means?" Dong Ma asked interestingly.

"Who knows, maybe it's just because of rebelling against time, maybe that lady is a person who isn't very punctual." Kogoro guessed casually.

"No, no, my wife's usual personality is just the opposite. She is a person who pays great attention to the concept of time, and even is a little harsh on time..." The Qingmei butler said inexplicably.

When everyone arrived at the Baoke mansion of the client Bao Keliu Huazi on the day of the birthday party, they immediately understood how demanding the time is from the head of the Bao Ke family.

"Mr. Maori, you are two minutes and seventeen seconds late..." Madam Baoke said, looking at the golden pocket watch.

"Sorry, because it was raining, and I didn't expect the parking spot to be so far away." Kogoro said with an awkward expression.

"I hope there won't be another..." Mrs. Baoke said lightly, "After all, life is precious, I don't want to waste even a second of time."

"By the way, Mr. Qingmei, the clock in the study is slow for nearly a second. Go and debug it." Bao Ke then expressed dissatisfaction with Qingmei.

In short, this is a woman with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder. She is dressed luxuriously and meticulously. The gloves on her hands don’t seem to be taken off. She has a desire to control time almost like a god. It does seem to be the kind that is easy to hate. Types of.

"Don't say that, ma'am." At this moment, a man and a woman each took their umbrellas and walked up the stairs in front of the villa gate, and it was the man who spoke.

"It's like people need to rest, and occasionally give the clock time to rest." The middle-aged man with a national character face with a pipe in his mouth and a beard said with a smile.

"Watches and clocks are bloodless and there is no need to rest like human beings." The beautiful woman with a purple scarf and blond hair next to her smiled and objected.

"No, it's the same as humans." At the moment she finished speaking, an old man with a cane also slowly walked up the stairs with an umbrella. It will soon rust and become insensitive. After all, clocks are still working when people are resting. Over the years, gears and clockwork will gradually become unusable."

"The three are here too, that's just right, let me introduce them to each other." Madam Baoke introduced them one by one with a smile.

"This gentleman is the designer of this mansion, and the architect is Mr. Qingbian Dingwu. She is the interior designer of the mansion, and Ms. Zhou Fang Zhiqiu. As for this old gentleman, he made this mansion logo The watchmaker of the huge clock tower, the teacher of Runzuo Guwaki... Like Mr. Mouri, the three are all guests attending the birthday party tonight."

"I'm just here to check the status of the big clock. Your birthday party is just by the way." As he put the long umbrella away, Gugaki walked in on his own, "Then I'm sorry, I'll go up and see first. Zhong, after all, I have agreed with that old friend that I will take care of that clock all my life."

"Former friends?" Conan asked curiously.

"It's the watchmaker I used to hire. He is a very talented person, but he was killed in an accident four years ago." Mrs. Baoke said with some sadness.

"By the way, that watchmaker is also my brother. The interior decoration work here was also introduced by my brother." Zhou Fang said with a smile.

Then, seeming to be a little flattering, Zhou Fang immediately stepped forward and asked: "Madam, I brought a sample of a beautiful carpet this time. Would you like to see it?"

"Well, I'll watch it if I have time." Bao Ke nodded, "Then don't stand here, come in with me, everyone."

"Please give me the umbrella." The Qingmei butler said.

Immediately, the two long-handled umbrellas of the Maori trio were given to him, and of course the one from Zhoufang.

As for the folding umbrellas of Dongma and Qingbian, they are put in the umbrella cover and carried with you.

Chapter 1491 The Invisible Blade of the Clock Hall (two) third more

"Speaking of which, this is really an incredible number of clocks!" Kogoro praised sincerely looking at the almost dissatisfied various pendulums on the wall of the hall.

"Are these all my wife bought?" Xiaolan asked excitedly.

"Yes, my husband also said that I was probably crazy, as if I was married to the clock." Mrs. Poco shook her head and laughed. "But I love clocks and there is nothing wrong with this thing. This lovely swing The sound, as well as the melody played when the hour hand is pointing to the center, makes people indulge in-can't be self-expelled..."

As soon as the voice fell, the time came exactly to three o'clock, and all the pendulums in the room made the sound of telling the time.

Although all kinds of time chimes are intertwined, it looks a little messy, but it seems to follow a certain rhythm, so that the listener can't help but listen carefully.

"It's like an amusement park!" Xiao Lan still said innocently.

However, at this time, Mrs. Baoke's face looked like a devil who wanted to destroy the amusement park, hiding in the shadow, hideous and terrifying.

"Mr. Ome..."

"Yes!" Qingmei immediately adjusted her reflex and stood up straight.

In the next instant, a storm-like roar suddenly rushed toward his face, "There is a clock that is 0.5 seconds slower! What is going on?!"

"Sorry, I will adjust it now!" Qingmei lowered her head sweating profusely.

"Take it to me! At six o'clock this evening when I was born, I want all the clocks in this mansion to ring together! If anything goes wrong, you can get out of this house for me!"

"Yes!"

"Sorry, I scared you..." Bao Ke seemed to suddenly regain his kindness, as if nothing had happened before, "Sure enough, only your brother can make adjustments to the clock. After his death, I have hired three A watchmaker, but one or two clock problems appear every week..."

For the terminal stage of obsessive-compulsive disorder, this is simply the rhythm of chronic death.

"Of course, the big clock on the attic of the mansion rarely has problems, probably because the producer often comes to adjust it himself." Bao Ke said.

"Why not, take us to see the clock in that attic?" Dongma suggested with a smile, "If you don't mind."

"Of course, everyone, please follow me..."

Immediately, everyone came to the attic where the giant gears could be seen rotating.

Everyone admired a few words, Xiao Lan suddenly saw a small door that seemed to be able to open.

"Ah! It turns out that the dial of the big clock is also in the direction of the backyard!" Xiao Lan said while looking at the scenery outside.

"What is the old Mr. Gugaki worshiping there?" Dongma also leaned over and hugged Xiaolan, then looked at the courtyard below, and saw the raincoat, facing the mouth of a well that was sealed with a wooden fence. Old man.

"Probably he was paying homage to my brother. He was blown down by the gale here and fell into a well and fell to death." Zhou Fang said sadly.

Mrs. Baoke seemed to be wiping her hands with a handkerchief. "That is the ancient well that existed when the mansion was built. Because of frequent incidents, I will invite someone to seal it next week."

"Then I will go and worship later, after all, he is also a friend I grew up with when I was a child." Qingbian also said suddenly at this time.

"Then, please also worship me for my part." Instead, Zhou Fang said casually.

"Isn't he your brother?" Kogoro asked in surprise.

"I already went to the cemetery to worship before I came, after all, today is my brother's death day." Zhou Fang whispered.