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Chapter 2188

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Although Fangzheng really wanted to complain, the fact was that the summer vacation was really coming.

Just after the spring camping.

Well, that's normal. Let's not think too much about it.

Therefore, when Fangzheng drove to the plateau, he felt like he was flying.

"Is this okay? We're going on a trip? "

Sitting in the passenger seat, Awe asked while looking at the scenery outside. Fangzheng shrugged.

"What's wrong with that? If Ming Mei wasn't out of town on a business trip, I would've brought her along."

"But why did you come to the plateau?"

"I saw it on the forum before."

Faced with Awe's question, Fangzheng chuckled.

"I heard that the chef here is a beautiful woman who cooks delicious food. I was bored, so I came to take a look?"

"… If that's the case, you shouldn't have brought me along."

"I'm just here for a trip, not to pick up girls. Just because I'm here to look at a beautiful lady and eat her food doesn't mean I'm going to date her and get married."

Hearing Fangzheng's answer, Awe rolled her eyes.

"You'd better worry about it. Don't let anything happen to you."

"Hahahaha, that's impossible. I'm not Detective Conan. As long as I don't run into that Grim Reaper, I'll be fine."

With regards to this, Fangzheng expressed his calmness. This was a place that only enthusiasts on travel forums would know of. Mouri Kogoro didn't like to travel, and Xiaolan wasn't keen on it either. Conan was a deduction maniac. They wouldn't come to such a remote highland hotel.

It was very safe. There was no problem.

But … …

"F * ck!"

When Fangzheng pushed open the door of the hotel and saw three familiar figures registering at the counter, he could not help but curse.

What the hell is going on? Why are they here? They're like ghosts haunting me!

"Ah, Mr. Fangzheng, Awe."

Lan was also startled when she saw the two. She hurriedly greeted them with a smile.

"I didn't expect to meet you here!"

"Yeah … I didn't expect that either, really."

Looking at the giggling Lan and Conan, Fangzheng also felt a little depressed, while Xiao Ai, who was beside him, revealed a meaningful smile.

"You really didn't come here because you heard something?"

"Are you kidding me? Why would I take the initiative to approach the Grim Reaper? Didn't they have enough trouble? It's really just a coincidence … Well, I really hope it's just a coincidence. "

Fangzheng lowered his voice and looked forward again.

"But why are you here?"

Conan quickly gave an answer to Fangzheng's question.

"Uncle said that the beer here is very good. Two days ago, he completed a client's commission and received a large sum of money, so he came here to drink."

"…"

Fangzheng had forgotten that Mouri Kogoro was not interested in traveling, but he was an alcoholic … And because Fangzheng didn't drink at all, he didn't pay attention to this aspect at all.

But at that moment, two familiar voices suddenly rang out.

"Welcome."

Hearing this voice, Fangzheng, Mouri Kogoro and the others turned their heads to look in the direction of the voice. Not far away, they saw two girls who looked almost identical standing there …. Weren't they the twins from the mansion murder incident?

I see.

Upon seeing this, Fangzheng was finally enlightened. After all this time, the assassination at the manor was a "prerequisite mission." Conan had cleared the prerequisite mission, which was why the follow-up had been activated.

Mouri Kogoro and Lan were obviously quite surprised to see the twin maids. Later, they learned that the two girls were introduced to work here by a friend …

The two girls were really pitiful. They had to work on two Conan sets in a row.

Hearing this, Fangzheng secretly shook his head. He could only say that they were unlucky.

At that moment, Fangzheng saw Hayawara tug at the corner of his clothes.

"Huh? What's wrong? "

"Do you think someone's going to die here again?"

I don't even need to guess to know that it's going to happen. "

As he spoke, Fangzheng looked out of the window. Blue sky, white clouds, a highland, a hotel, and Conan.

Everyone's dead, okay!

"Really?"

"Of course. Let me tell you, there's a trick to all this."

Fangzheng was not afraid of spoilers for Hayawara. Instead, he wanted to see what the world would become after a major character like Hayawara realized that something was wrong.

"Look, just think of this as the beginning of a TV series. It's time for the main character to show up."

Fangzheng pointed at Kogoro and Conan, then at the twins, himself, and Hayawara.

"Next, it's time for the supporting characters. The rest are the victims, the murderer, and the suspect. Just wait and see."

As soon as Fangzheng finished speaking, a middle-aged man carrying a suitcase and a bag walked into the hotel.

"Hello, I'm Chengyuan …."

"Ah, please wait a moment …."

At that moment, the manager hurriedly took out a small notebook and flipped through it.

"You must be Mr. Chengyuan Hidehiko. When you made the appointment, you said that two people were coming …."

"Yes, it's me and my wife. I think she'll be here soon."

Sure enough, as soon as the man named Chengyuan finished speaking, he saw a fashionably dressed woman walk in. At the same time, she was talking on the phone angrily.

"I don't care what the producer's schedule is like. He shouldn't have abandoned me all of a sudden! What? You'll come here to pick me up? Then you don't have to come! "

While complaining loudly, the woman angrily hung up the phone. Then, she glanced around the hotel with an unhappy expression, then looked at Chengyuan.

"Honey, what the hell are you doing? I heard you praise this place so much, but I didn't expect it to be such a godforsaken place …. "

Hearing the woman's complaints, Chengyuan looked helpless.

"I think it's quiet here. It's not bad."

"I'm so annoyed at the thought of facing you for five days. Hey, manager, find me another room!"

"But … .this …."

The manager was obviously helpless in the face of the woman's request. At this time, Fangzheng also lowered his head and whispered to Xiao Ai, "Watch carefully, Xiao Ai.

"Watch carefully, Xiao Ai. This woman is dead for sure."

"Oh? Are you sure? "

"Of course. When you go out with Detective Conan in the future, remember that the more arrogant you are, the easier it is for you to die. If anyone acts arrogant in front of or beside Detective Conan, they probably won't survive the next episode. "

"The next episode …."

Hearing this, Xiao Ai's face darkened.

"How many episodes will there be in total?"

"… Only the heavens know the answer to this question."

Fangzheng did not have an answer to that either.

After that, they stayed in the hotel. Because they were tired from the long journey, both parties decided to rest in the hotel today, then go to the plateau tomorrow. When it was time for dinner in the evening, the woman named Bei Qianhe came out again to make trouble. First, she complained that the soup made by the chef was not tasty. Then, she learned from the boss of the entertainment company that the producer wanted to find a younger actor to replace her as the protagonist.

This made her furious. In the end, under everyone's watchful eyes, she said, "You all want me to disappear, right? I understand. I'm going to die now!" Then, she left the restaurant.

"How pitiful. She's definitely dead."

Fangzheng ate his dinner silently. He was now sure that the woman would definitely be the first victim.

"Aren't you going to help?"

Xiao Ai curiously watched Qianhe leave and asked at the same time.

"What do you want me to say? 'Miss, you've been tricked. You might get yourself killed.' Do you think she'll believe that? "

"…"

Xiao Ai shook her head. Not to mention Fangzheng, even she herself was doubtful. After all, Fangzheng's guess did not make sense. It was like judging the actors and the script in a TV series. 'Miss, you're dead because the plot needs you to die, so please be careful.'

If anyone said that to her, Xiao Ai would treat them as a lunatic.

In fact, Fangzheng was already mentally prepared to be woken up by a scream in the middle of the night or the next morning. He would then find the corpse and start solving the case.

After all, according to his experience with Detective Conan, it was usually like this. If you went out with Detective Conan, it was impossible to have fun or have a good meal. People were dying here and there. They didn't give anyone any time to rest ….

But in fact, when it was time for breakfast the next day, Fangzheng was shocked to see Bei Qianhe come to the restaurant with sleepy eyes.

'What the hell? Miss, you're still alive?'

'That's not right.'

'Shouldn't she scream in the morning, then find the corpse, then choose one of the two murderers from her husband who was at odds with her and the president who replaced Qianhe?'

"It seems that the trick you mentioned isn't that useful."

Looking at Bei Qianhe, Xiao Ai could not help but laugh. She was also scared by Fangzheng. She had been wondering if someone would die the whole night. Now that she saw the person Fangzheng had confidently said would be killed by the trick actually appeared in the restaurant alive, she was gloating.

But Bei Qianhe obviously did not like being watched by others. After noticing that everyone was staring at her, she snorted coldly, turned around, and returned to her room again.

"Humans make mistakes, horses stumble."

Seeing Bei Qianhe leave again, Fangzheng retracted his gaze.

"My experience can't be wrong. In short, before we separate from Detective Conan, we have to be vigilant. Otherwise, something might happen."

"I'd rather nothing happened to him."

"I think so too, but the script won't go according to my ideas."

Fangzheng stood up and sighed.

"Anyway, since we're here, let's enjoy this trip first. It's good that no one died. At least we don't have to waste time on boring things."

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