I'm writing a novel in Ming Ke, if you mess with me, you'll be the heroine

Inspector Megure was explaining to Kogoro Mouri about a murder that had occurred here before, saying that a few years ago a loyal monk was hanged there in the same way.

As they talked, everyone began to think that all this was Abbot Tianyong's suicide, and that he was using his life to attract business for the temple, and they spontaneously went around looking for a suicide note.

When Conan came back from wandering around the scene looking for clues as usual, he found that there was no one in the room again. Only Chu Ming was left squatting at the door with his hands in his pockets like an old farmer.

"Brother Chu Ming, do you know who the murderer is?" Conan asked with great bitterness, because Brother Chu Ming had obviously not gone out to look for clues.

Chu Ming maintained his posture and nodded. He discovered it when Xiunian just said inadvertently that he chanted scriptures until midnight, but didn't hear anything unusual at night.

Conan's hair drooped in disappointment, and the evidence wrapped in a handkerchief in his hand fell down: "You are too fast..."

Chu understood him at a glance: "Don't say that casually."

"......?" Conan looked confused.

"Inspector Megure and the others said that Abbot Tennaga might have committed suicide and they have already gone to look for a suicide note." Chu Ming did not give him any general information, but patted his head and changed the subject.

"Suicide note? But Abbot Tianyong didn't commit suicide!" Conan was a little anxious, "Brother Chu Ming, didn't you tell them? Don't you know who the murderer is?"

"Does this donor know who the murderer is?" Xiu Nian appeared from nowhere and asked Chu Ming with a smile.

Conan was startled by his sudden appearance and clenched the evidence wrapped in a handkerchief in his hand.

Chu Ming glanced at him calmly: "Yeah, it's you."

"?" Xiu Nian was surprised and laughed awkwardly to cover up her gaffe. "This donor is really good at joking."

"Are you kidding?" Chu Ming changed his posture, "I never joke with murderers."

Officer Megure and his companions, who had found nothing, came back at some point. Upon hearing this, Officer Megure immediately asked, "Murderer? Didn't Abbot Tenyong commit suicide? But if he didn't climb up to commit suicide, how did the murderer hang him on such a high beam?"

Chu Ming nodded his chin: "I'm asking you, tell me quickly."

Xiu Nian's face turned red with anger: "I already said it wasn't me. I was chanting in my room last night! Do you have any fun targeting me?"

Chu Ming stood up straight, and looked down at him using the height difference, his momentum immediately rose: "Not you?"

"no!"

"Did you hear any noise last night?"

Sound? Xiu Nian panicked, then thought for a moment: "I am more focused when reading the scriptures, and some sounds may be ignored by me."

"Really? Then you didn't hear Xiaolan's scream last night?"

Xiunian's mind raced: "So this is what you are talking about. I heard Miss Maori's scream. After all, she is a girl. She was frightened by the abbot last night. It is inevitable that she is afraid——"

Everyone looked at him gloomily, making him unable to say any more.

"I'm sorry, I lied to you. No one screamed last night."

Xiu Nian secretly gritted her teeth and pretended to be relieved: "Yes, I really didn't hear any sound. Because you have been doubting me before, I didn't dare to admit it just now, but just followed your words... In fact, I didn't hear any sound last night..."

Chu Ming sneered: "Really? Look at the expressions of your senior brothers before deciding whether to continue making up stories."

Xiu Nian's face changed drastically. Looking at the incredulous eyes of his senior brothers, he knew that he had fallen into Chu Ming's verbal trap.

"Xiu Nian, you--" Kuan Nian and the others opened their mouths but could not say anything.

Chu Ming tilted his head with a smile: "Master Xiu Nian, now please answer, was there any sound last night~"

A trace of resentment flashed in Xiu Nian's eyes: "What on earth do you want to say? I've said before that I'm very focused when I read the scriptures, and sometimes I can't pay attention to the outside noise! ​​And what you said can't be used as evidence!"

Inspector Megure confirmed his words: "Yes, brother Chu Ming, these cannot be used as evidence..."

Xiu Nian's arrogance suddenly became arrogant: "Look, I told you this can't be used as evidence. I was just reading in the room last night. The abbot must have been caught by the Mist Tengu!"

Chu Ming took Conan, who had been behind him, and put him forward: "Stupid, ignorant, I don't want to talk to you anymore, Conan, tell him where the evidence is!"

Conan was listening attentively when he was suddenly pushed forward. He hurriedly handed the wooden board in his hand to Inspector Megure with a handkerchief.

"That's it. Brother Chu Ming said the murderer took advantage of..."

While Conan was explaining, Chu Ming came outside. Conan talked too much nonsense. He just asked him to tell him what the evidence was, but he insisted on starting with how the murderer prepared...

Why doesn’t he start from when Pangu created the world?

but--

Chu Ming staggered to the skylight above, ready to demonstrate in sync with what Conan said and give the people in the room a bath.

Sure enough, halfway through, Officer Megure questioned: "The skylight window is still a long distance away from the waterfall--"

"Whew!" Water poured down from the windowsill, soaking his head and face.

Chu Ming poked his head in from the skylight and grinned at Officer Megure who was soaked all over.

Look, the water is falling off my head.

He said to Officer Megure below, as if to help him solve his puzzlement: "Just use a wooden board. Put the tape on the reverse side and you can lead the water in through the skylight. Officer Megure has also felt it. With this amount of water flowing, it is still possible to fill the room."

Inspector Megure silently wiped his face with a towel, glanced at Chu Ming, whose head was only sticking out of the skylight, and felt his fist itchy.