People who are interested in comics will never die in the Shura field

"So you live next door. No wonder I went to the wrong room. If you need any help, feel free to come to me anytime. My name is Ran Mouri."

"My name is Yamabuki Hanajin." Yamabuki Hanajin and Ran waved goodbye with smiles.

Upon entering the room, they discovered various little monsters displayed on their windowsill.

They look like they've come to take shelter from the rain.

These little monsters are all very cute, soft and cuddly, just like cotton candy.

"Your Highness is back! We were just here to avoid the rain; we'll leave once it stops."

The little monsters said happily.

For them, seeing the princess was an extraordinary thing.

Is this the benefit of being a god to a minor demon?

"Hah! It's only four in the morning, I want to sleep a little longer. You can stay as long as you want, just don't disturb my sleep." Yamabuki Hanajin lay on the soft bed.

When there's no one around, I always feel like something's missing, and I can't sleep alone.

Could the identity of the god of wisdom be used in other anime about gods and demons? For example, Inuyasha and Nurarihyon no Mago, which are very famous anime related to yokai.

"I wish that when I wake up tomorrow, I will be in Fairy Lingyue's bed." Yamabuki Hanajin clasped her hands together and prayed silently.

"Are you really not afraid of death?" the system popped up and commented.

Most people would think of sleeping with Sesshomaru, but you actually want to sleep with Sesshomaru's mother!

I'm not afraid of being chewed up like a spicy snack.

Yamabuki Hanajin lay in bed and drifted off to sleep. When she opened her eyes again, it was a little after eight in the morning.

The rain hadn't stopped, the wind was getting stronger, and there were occasional claps of thunder.

"System, do you dare to bet that someone will die the moment I step out the door?"

"This system absolutely prohibits gambling. Let's start by rejecting gambling and drugs." (System)

Yamabuki Hanakami put on her prosthetic leg, wobbled as she pushed open the door and walked down to the lobby.

There were already several people in the restaurant downstairs.

"Miss Yamabuki! Good morning!" Ran skipped over and helped Yamabuki Hanajin.

Xiaolan, you are such an angel!

Conan and Kogoro Mouri are having breakfast there.

"Conan, who is that cute girl?" Kogoro Mouri asked in a low voice.

“A tourist living next door to Ran.” Conan was still thinking about what Yamabuki Hanajin had said yesterday. Last night, he asked Professor Agasa to help him investigate a case of a girl being murdered eight or nine years ago, but Professor Agasa found nothing.

"Her walking posture is so strange!"

“Of course. She has a prosthetic leg. According to her, she was kidnapped when she was eleven and her left leg was brutally cut off and her right eye gouged out,” Conan said.

"Bang!" Kogoro Mouri slammed his fist on the table: "How could you lay a hand on such a cute little girl? You're a beast!"

Xiao Lan helped Yamabuki Hanajin to their table.

"This is my dad, Kogoro Mouri. He's a famous detective," Ran introduced her father with a touch of pride.

"Yes, the name 'Sleeping Kogoro' is legendary." Yamabuki Hanajin stared intently at Kogoro Mori.

If you were to say that Kogoro Mouri is a complete slacker, he can still have a sudden outburst from time to time.

You might say he's a master of deception, but most of the time Kogoro Mouri is just messing around.

Kogoro Mouri was very proud that such a cute girl had heard of him.

"Kogoro Mouri x2!"

Two surprised women's voices came from next door at the same time.

First, let me introduce the woman on the left.

This is a young woman in her early twenties, tall and slender, with long black hair draped over her shoulders. She wears pearl earrings, a diamond ring on her finger, a designer backpack beside her, and even the lipstick she wears is from a very expensive brand.

But what didn't match these high-end jewelry pieces was that the woman had a sharp and mean face, and when she stood there, she looked like a compass.

"Excuse me, I was just too excited to meet a celebrity. My name is Ida Hakuka. I'm a fashion designer. I never expected to meet the famous Kogoro Mouri on this trip." Ida Hakuka smiled broadly.

Yamabuki Hanajin glanced at her hand and noticed that her hand holding the designer handbag was trembling slightly.

The second woman was a young woman in her early thirties.

Compared to Ida Hakuka, she was dressed much more simply. When she noticed Kogoro Mouri looking over, she immediately looked away, not daring to meet the famous detective's gaze.

"Hello, Detective Mouri, my name is Kaneda Duko. I was so happy that I couldn't help myself." The young woman immediately bowed and apologized.

As Yamabuki Hanajin sipped her coffee, regardless of whether Kogoro Mouri had any real talent or not, the title "Sleeping Kogoro" was certainly intimidating.

Kogoro Mouri, beaming with pride, covered his head and said, "I never imagined so many beautiful women would know me. Want to come over for a drink?"

"Do not……"

"no need……"

Both women refused.

Sitting next to Kaneda Duko was a kind-looking old man in his sixties: "I never expected to meet such a famous detective in a place like this."

"Is this your father?" Kogoro Mouri asked curiously.

Both Kaneda Duko and the old man's faces stiffened at the same time.

"You're joking too much. We're husband and wife, not father and daughter," the old man laughed.

Is this the club president? Guess how much longer you have to live?

"Conan, how about we make a bet?" Yamabuki Hanajin whispered in Conan's ear.

"Yamabuki-neechan, what do you want to bet on?" Conan asked the young lady in front of him curiously.

"I bet he won't live past today."

"..."

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Yamabuki Hanajin tilted her head and looked at Conan.

"So what do you want to bet on?"

"I'll bet you a dollar. If he survives past midnight tonight, I'll give you a dollar."

[I have a feeling this young woman isn't mentally stable? Is it because she suffered inhumane treatment in her childhood that she's become psychologically disturbed? She's actually gambling with other people's lives!]

"Here comes the chicken soup."

The waiter brought the chicken soup to the elderly man.

"Drink it while it's hot."

The old man took a sip of chicken soup. Hmm, it tasted good. Just as he was about to take a second sip, his face suddenly turned purplish-red!

"No! No!!"

As he spoke, the old man hurriedly ran towards the car parked outside.

Just as they reached the main entrance, the hotel sign suddenly came loose, and two characters the size of washbasins fell down.

One landed next to the old man, and the other landed next to the old man as well.

But the old man clutched his heart in panic, in great pain, and was unable to move.

The third character loosened and fell off, hitting the old man on the head, killing him instantly in the Northwest.

"You owe me one dollar."

Conan silently handed over a dollar.

P.S.: I'll just focus on writing; the rest is up to you guys ≡ω≡

Chapter 89: Fleeting Moment

"Someone has died!" the waitress cried out in panic.

Conan and Kogoro Mouri immediately realized what was happening and ran out as fast as they could. After checking, they found that the old man had already passed away.

His forehead was dented from being hit.

"Call a doctor, it's not too late to call a doctor now." Yamabuki Hanajin walked over unsteadily, leaning on her cane.

Kogoro Mori shook his head: "The person is already dead, it's no use."

"You misunderstood me. People should be cremated while they're still warm after they die, otherwise they might turn into zombies." Yamabuki Hanajin was spouting complete nonsense.

Conan's eye twitched. If you don't understand anything, don't come here to cause trouble.

The wind and rain outside grew stronger, and Kogoro Mouri and Conan's clothes were quickly soaked through.

Conan suddenly turned to look at Yamabuki Hanajin, and said innocently, "Big sister, how do you know this old man will die? Do you know something inside? Do you want to tell me secretly? I promise I won't tell anyone."

"Actually, it was the monsters who told me. I'll let you in on a secret: I'm not human, I'm the goddess of wisdom among the monsters." Yamabuki Hanajin sincerely revealed her identity to Conan.

Conan couldn't help but roll his eyes; even a child wouldn't believe such a thing.

Look!

I've already told you the truth, but you just won't believe me? Can you blame me for that?

Having traversed so many worlds, my main principle has always been sincerity; I never lie to anyone, but unfortunately, everyone treats me like a lunatic.

Conan had been observing Yamabuki Hanajin, and he always felt that this woman was no ordinary person.

At least a normal person wouldn't react this way upon seeing a corpse.

If you don't believe me, just look at those four women in the hotel lobby. They were so scared that they were hugging each other and couldn't even stand up straight.

This woman named Yamabuki Hanajin was unusually calm.

It seemed that everything was going according to her plan.

Conan would never believe that the old man's death had nothing to do with her.

Kogoro Mouri kept glancing at Hanako Yamabuki out of the corner of his eye.

Yamabuki Hanakami maintained her calm and elegant demeanor.

He showed no sign of panic.

Conan immediately began examining the body. The fatal wound was indeed caused by the words on a sign that fell from above, and his brains were spilling out. The scene was incredibly bloody.

But the old man was seen clutching his chest before he died, which suggests he may have suffered a heart attack.

Conan suddenly noticed purple marks on the old man's neck.

"This is……"

"Uncle, this old man is so pitiful, his neck looks so strange. Oh dear!" Before Conan could finish speaking, Yamabuki Hanajin tapped him on the head with her cane.

"You're not a little kid, stop trying to act cute." Yamabuki Hanajin wiped her cane with a handkerchief and continued to maintain an elegant posture.

This statement might not mean much to others, but it was like a bombshell to Conan.

[I'm not some little kid, how do you know I'm not? Does this woman know my identity? Or is she connected to the Black Organization? What's her purpose in deliberately getting close to Ran?] Conan's CPU was working at full speed.

After being reminded by Conan, Kogoro Mouri immediately noticed the purple patches on the old man's neck.

"This is...an allergic reaction." Kogoro Mouri exclaimed in shock, "So...so this was a..."

[Yes, Uncle, this is an outright murder.]

"This was an absolute accident!" Kogoro Mouri said, looking like he understood.

Conan almost fell to the ground.

Didn't you see how obvious the murder was?

As expected, the older man is unreliable; I, a primary school student, am the only one who can be relied upon.