Be the god of death in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 164 Three People Two Beds
Hattori Heiji looked all over the small living room, but couldn't find Kudo Shinichi, so he felt bored.

He crossed his arms and looked at the white tree standing next to Xiaolan:

"It's strange, you are obviously a good detective, but I don't know why, I have no interest in competing with you...Maybe it's because you are too old?"

Bai Shu, who was suddenly disliked by high school detectives, glanced at him lightly, and said suddenly, "I remember this event, minors seem to need adults to accompany them?"

"I...I'm already 21!" Hattori Heiji lied loudly, and looked around secretly again, only to be relieved when he found no one was looking at him.

But then he was a little disappointed. He took off his baseball cap and fanned the wind with the brim of the hat:
"The news about people here is really closed. No one knows me. I'm quite famous in Kansai."

Hattori Heiji still has illusions about the sudden appearance of Kudo Shinichi, because he also appeared out of nowhere in the impressive case of the Ikemura family last time.

But soon, Boss Jingu clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention:

"Now that everyone is here, let me explain the itinerary for the next few days. It's getting late today, everyone should go back to your room and rest after dinner. Breakfast will be served at 9 o'clock tomorrow, lunch at 1 o'clock, and dinner at 8 o'clock.

"After dinner, it's the highlight of the year, super difficult reasoning quiz! Those who get full marks can get—"

Jin Gu took a book from the waiter behind him, held it in front of him, and showed it to others:

"This is the first publication of Sherlock Holmes and the first edition of Conan Doyle's famous work - "A Study in the Scarlet Letter"!"

The cover of the book was old, with plain designs, and looked unremarkable.

But the eyes of a group of Sherlock Holmes fans were shining, and they didn't mean to dislike it at all. On the contrary, they all looked like they wanted to rush over to hug it and lick it twice.

Jin Gu's prize is certainly valuable, but such a precious book is obviously not so easy to get.

——The "Journey of Sherlock Holmes" event initiated by him has been held for several years in a row, and the prize every year is this book, but the book is still in his hands, which shows the difficulty of reasoning questions and answers.

Jin Gu was very satisfied with the response from the fans of Sherlock Holmes. He put the book away, and waited for the discussions and admiration in the living room to subside in a leisurely manner before he twirled his upturned mustache:

"According to the rules, before participating in the super-difficult reasoning quiz, everyone needs to prove how much you admire Sherlock Holmes and whether you are eligible to obtain this book. As for the method of proof..."

The waiter who collected the books came out of the warehouse and brought a small cart with a large tray of keys in his hand.

On the trolley, there is a thick stack of questionnaires on one side, and a small basket on the other side, which is used to collect reference books and communication tools to prevent people from cheating.

Signaling the waiter to start distributing items, Jin Gu explained the rules with a pipe in his hand:

"The questionnaire sent to you now is the 1000 questions I compiled for Sherlock Holmes. The deadline for answering the questions is before tomorrow's dinner. Only those with a total score of 990 points or above are eligible to participate in the subsequent reasoning quiz."

There were not many people, so the waiter quickly walked up to Bai Shu. She lowered her head to distinguish the names on the keys, untied a bunch of keys with "Edogawa Conan" written on them, and handed them to him.

Bai Shu put the phone into the basket, looked at the keys for a while, "Is there only one?"

The waiter nodded, hummed, and explained softly:
"It's written on the recruitment poster that one quota is one room. Apart from the boss's room and the staff dormitory, our hotel only has ten rooms... But you don't have to worry too much, the rooms are all double rooms, and children don't take up space. Squeezed down."

Bai Shu subconsciously glanced at Conan, who was staring at the questionnaire on the cart with piercing eyes, without any objection at all.

"...", Bai Shu silently took the key and picked up a stack of questionnaires.

The waiter pushed the trolley, carrying the key tray, and walked towards the next person in a hurry. Bai Shu glanced at the densely packed questions on the questionnaire in the chaotic background sound, his head was getting bigger, and he passed the questionnaire to Conan.

The latter happily hugged it into his arms, took out the pencil tip, and began to draw on it.

No one wanted to copy his answer, and everyone felt that the little brother who hadn't even recognized the words must be scribbling.They also put down the communication tools one by one and took the questionnaire.

A thousand questions are not so fast to finish.

Although there will be a whole day tomorrow, but facing such an attractive prize, everyone is very anxious and has no interest in the sumptuous dinner on the table.After taking a few bites, they hurried back to their room.

"It's really a double room, but the bed is too small."

There are only two small beds measuring 1mx2m in the room, with two bedside tables in between. If it is Moori Kogoro, of course he can live in the same room with his daughter, but he is not very good, especially the bed is so small and crowded. A Conan, really a bit strenuous.

Bai Shu sighed, and handed the key to Xiaolan, "You two stay here, I'll find someone else to rent a room."

Xiaolan glanced at the small room, nodded helplessly, and looked at him slightly apologetically, "Thank you for your hard work."

Conan didn't hear what was going on outside the window, and threw himself on the bed and began to write questions happily. Shiraki put down their luggage, carried his backpack, and slipped to the door of Hattori Heiji's room.

After two knocks, the door slid open with the force of the knocks—it didn't lock at all.

Hattori Heiji poked his head out of the bathroom with a toothbrush in his mouth, and when he saw him, there was no surprise on his face:
"Come in, I guessed that you were coming—if you don't come, maybe I should call that confused detective and let me know the whereabouts of Kudo Shinichi as soon as he is moved... um, Why didn't he come?"

"Mr. Maori is not interested in Sherlock Holmes." The owner of the house felt so hospitable that Bai Shu walked into the room unceremoniously and occupied a bed.

Hattori Heiji finished rinsing his mouth, "No way, as a detective, you don't like Sherlock Holmes? I'm a little bit interested, but not that strong."

"Children, don't compare yourself with middle-aged people." Bai Shu took out a water glass and put it on the bedside table next to him.

Almost at the same time, he saw Hattori Heiji's questionnaire randomly thrown on the cabinet next to him - this guy really came here to eat and drink, and he didn't write a single punctuation mark on the questionnaire.

Then before going to bed, the paddler looked at him in surprise, "Aren't you staying up late to study the questions?"

After a pause, looking at Bai Shu's luggage, he had a new guess, "Did you lose the title?"

"Give it to Conan. He also signed up for this Sherlock Holmes trip without authorization, and he was lucky enough to be selected."

(End of this chapter)