"That's the one." The initiator of the mocking voice looked at Mouri Kogoro.
Mouri Kogoro, who was watched by everyone:...
hateful! Wasn't it that when someone asked him which Sherlock Holmes case he liked on the road, he answered "Murder on the Western Express"? ! !
"If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have come to a gathering of such incomprehensible people..." Mouri Kogoro became angry with embarrassment.
"Going back." He turned around and wanted to leave.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute...Mr. Maori..." The group leader rushed over and grabbed him.
"You are my special guest, how can you leave?" the leader persuaded in a good voice.
"Everyone, let me introduce to you our special guest..."
"I know, he is the Mouri Kogoro. I often see him in newspapers, and some people compare him to Sherlock Holmes..." Kento Toishi hugged his girlfriend Ayako Oki and said teasingly.
"Let me tell you, you are not qualified to be compared with Sherlock Holmes. Even the junior high school detective is better than you." He mocked Kogoro Moori.
Shuji Tsushima, who was silent and kept a low profile on the side: ...Thank you for the compliment?
Mouri Kogoro is angry.
Mouri Kogoro was furious.
Kogoro Mori is about to explode.
"Really, Conan, return the things to Tsushima-kun quickly." Mao Lilan said to the primary school student.
"Oh, Brother Tsushima, here it is." Edogawa Conan was obedient.
"Conan? My little friend, your name is Conan?!" Everyone gathered around him and asked.
He didn't want to continue laughing at Moori Kogoro.
Mouri Kogoro's anger... was extinguished.
I’m even more angry at being ignored!
"Yes, I also think this name is awesome!" Edogawa Conan said proudly.
Shuji Tsushima: ...I like it so much, why don’t you just become Edogawa Conan for the rest of your life.
The tour group leader took out a Sherlock Holmes collector's edition.
"If you want to get this book, you only need to answer these questions. By the way, only those who answer 990 or more questions correctly will be eligible to enter the final stage." He said.
The waitress on the side began to distribute questions to everyone.
Shuji Tsushima looked at the list of questions.
"Hey... isn't this very simple?" He said in a relaxed tone.
"As long as you are a loyal Sherlock Holmes lover, you can easily answer the questions correctly." He flipped through the questions and said casually after reading them.
"Right, everyone." He asked with a natural look and a light smile.
Everyone:...
"Yes, with how much we love Sherlock Holmes, we will definitely get the answer right." They all looked at each other and nodded.
"Then, the time to answer questions is until tomorrow night. In order to prevent everyone from discussing with each other, this hotel is equipped with surveillance cameras and bugs everywhere..."
"We also ask everyone to cooperate with us in handing over the mobile phones..."
The waitress came to a man with a tray and put away his mobile phone.
Shuji Tsushima: ...It’s begun.
An approach that eliminates the possibility of communication.
The cell phone I handed in couldn't survive at all.
As he thought this, the other party came to him with a tray.
He took out a black mobile phone from the pocket of the detective's coat and put it on.
The other person went to the next person.
"Now, please do as you please." After all the mobile phones were put away, the group leader and hotel owner said.
"Go back to the room. Go back to the room." Hattori Heiji looked around and didn't find Kudou Shinichi and then sighed out of boredom.
"Let's go, Tsushima." He greeted.
"Okay." Tsushima Shuji also turned around and left.
…
A true Sherlock Holmes fan, such as Kudo Shinichi, spends the whole night working on the questions.
The fake Sherlock Holmes fan, Shuji Tsushima, always goes to bed after playing the game.
Only 989 questions were answered on the questionnaire.
Hattori Heiji, who came to the room to find him, had questions on his face.
"Tsushima...don't you want that Sherlock Holmes collector's edition?" He asked with a solemn expression as he looked at the questionnaire with a small blank space left.
You have to answer 990 questions correctly to qualify for that book...
You only did 989...
"Ah...because I already have it, so..." The boy scratched his face with his index finger.
"Just give it to someone else you like." He said with a smile.
As if he was happy that others liked Holmes too.
Hattori Heiji: ...The halo of good people behind you is shining...
But... I'm really confident. Do I think that if I answer all the questions, others will have no chance to get the prize...
Except for meal time, almost everyone who participated in this event was doing questionnaires in their own rooms.
After dinner, everyone gathered together to wait for the boss to mark the papers.
Just like a group of students queuing up to see the teacher with their test papers, they feel uneasy.
Except for the fake Holmes Tsujima Shuji, and... Hattori Heiji and Mori's father and daughter who are not Sherlock Holmes fans at all.
But there are only three people who don't fit in.
why?
Because Shuji Tsushima is trying to fit in with Sherlock Holmes fans.
Did he succeed?
He is now a true and die-hard Sherlock Holmes fan in everyone's hearts.
"Why hasn't the boss come yet?" someone asked impatiently.
"It seems those legends are true." Someone said.
"It is said that the owner of this hotel organizes this kind of tour group just to deceive people. His purpose is just to show off the book." He said under the gaze of everyone.
"I want to go back."
"Me too, I'm going back to my room."
"Really."
Several people left the restaurant looking disenchanted.
Only a few people were still sitting.
There are five people: Toishi Kento and Ohgi Ayako, Hattori Heiji, Edogawa Conan and Mouri Ran.
Tsushima Shuji...went back to his room to sleep.
After all, as a sickly boy, staying up all night is absolutely not allowed.
Although I can't sleep tonight either.
He lay in bed in a daze, covering his eyes with his hands.
Can't sleep.
Time passed silently in a daze.
There was a deafening explosion outside the hotel.
Shuji Tsushima was in a daze and was too lazy to move, so he came to his senses slowly and sat up from the bed.
Sure enough, there was another murder.
This time, he has three young detectives...
Wouldn't it be normal if there were no homicides?
He put on his coat, messed up his hair in front of the mirror, and opened the door as if he didn't have time to take care of it.
"what happened?"
Everyone came to the restaurant and saw several people outside through the windows of the restaurant.
"Just now, the owner of the hotel drove his car off the cliff in front of all of us..." Hattori Heiji explained.
"The boss drove himself off the cliff?"
"Isn't that suicide?" Mouri Kogoro said.
"Are you really sure it's the boss himself inside?" He looked suspiciously at Hattori Heiji standing aside.
"Maybe the boss used the dummy to scare us on purpose?" Mouri Kogoro speculated.
"How is it possible? That's the boss himself. I can confirm that he is a real person." Hattori Heiji retorted angrily.
"You unqualified detective uncle, stop making unreliable reasoning all the time." Hattori Heiji said.
"Hey... in real terms..." Tsushima Shuji stood aside and panted slightly, as if he had just run over and used all his strength.
"Ahem... At that time, the boss... ahem..." He couldn't help but cover his mouth with a fist.
"Are you really alive...ahem...?" he asked the question.
