"I'm so full, and I'm so full!"

At night, everyone was having a meal in the hotel, so the chef was naturally the old village chief. Hattori Heiji, who had been quite dissatisfied with this before, was touching his belly and his face was really fragrant.

Ran Maori also praised: "The stewed chicken pot is really delicious."

"Village Chief, thank you." He Ye thanked him.

"You don't have to be polite," Takekukuma Disuke walked over, "Next, add the rice to the hot pot and pour the beaten eggs along the side of the pot."

He Ye immediately picked up the chopsticks and smiled, "Then stir with chopsticks like this, the chowder is done!"

"Do you still need to stir?" Mori Ran said in confusion: "Cover the lid directly and let it simmer, so that the eggs will be softer and tender."

He Ye explained: "After stirring, the whole pot will have the aroma of eggs, which is more delicious."

Although he often cooks, Ran Maori suddenly felt that he still knew too little about Ye Bi.

Chen Xing didn't eat much, and he drank a little bit of juice, as if he was thinking about something.

Conan couldn't help saying, "Why did you help her?"

Of course Chen Xing knew what he was asking, and smiled faintly, "You still asked."

Conan picked up his arm, "I just couldn't figure it out. Doesn't this mean that you have a deep relationship with her?"

"It's just a small matter. I think it's nothing wrong with her asking me to help." Chen Xing said calmly.

Conan frowned. It was absinthe, a member of the Dark Organization.

"If you do this, it will inevitably make people doubt your position."

"So do you doubt it?" Chen Xing chuckled.

"This is not a joke," Conan said seriously.

Chen Xing shook his cup, and the precipitated flesh floated in the juice, "She hasn't hurt you, hasn't she?"

His tone was too calm, and Conan was stunned for a moment.

Yes, although Absinthe is from that organization, he has never hurt himself, and has even protected Xiaolan and let Ai Haibara go.

But...

"She is not the enemy," said Chen Xing.

Conan's eyes sank.

Next to him, Hattori Heiji supported his chin, "I said, you two guys have been saying something since the beginning?"

"No." Conan smiled foolishly, not wanting to involve him.

"Really?" Hattori Heiji didn't believe it, so he asked Chenxiong for confirmation.

"What should he do when he is worried about his holiday homework?" Chen Xingping said.

Hattori Heiji immediately curled his lips, "We are investigating the case, are you still thinking about homework?"

Conan forced a smile. He wanted to say that homework was nothing, but when he really thought of the accumulated holiday homework, he couldn't say this again. It's abominable!

Chen Xing smiled when he saw this. Sure enough, no matter when, homework is the biggest enemy of the students.

...

"Can you tell me about the monster you were about to talk about just now?"

Hattori Heiji took a sip of water and asked about the important matters.

Curly hair reporter Michizo Tsuru said, "That thing is, in fact, there is a foreigner who can only speak a few Japanese in the excavation team. His name is Charles Abel. Although the foreigner suffered a collapse accident, when other teammates arrived at the scene of the accident, he was actually still alive.

He was sandwiched between the pile of stones, as if he had something to say, so his teammate asked him if he had found something, but the foreigner was injured and could not make any noise, so one of the teammates handed him a pen and notepad.

The foreigner who took the notepad and pen slowly and carefully wrote three English letters on the notepad, and then the teammates who saw the paper were all frightened to their bodies."

He paused and said in a low tone: "Why is this? Because the word nue is written on that piece of paper!"

When telling horror stories, the most important thing is the atmosphere. Tsurumi Tsurumi is obviously a master in creating atmosphere. Whether it is his deep tone or deliberately distorted expression, it adds a bit of horror to his words.

Ran Maori and Kazuya were frightened and looked frightened, "That turtle, shouldn't it be something that folk legends often appear..."

"That's right, with the head of a monkey, the body of a raccoon, the limbs of a tiger, and the tail of a snake, it will appear with black smoke and make terrifying strange screams. It is said that an ancient monster that will bring disaster." Hattori Heiji said in a deep voice.

When Chen Xing heard this, he tried hard to outline the image of what he said in his mind, but unfortunately, it was a mess.

But seeing that everyone seemed to know what this was, he suppressed the curiosity and didn't ask, and pretended to be as calm as if he knew what this turtle looked like.

If Haibara Ai was here, he would definitely be able to see through his stubbornness at first sight, and then explain it to him by ridicule of him.

Unfortunately, the few people present did not pay attention to him.

"You mean, is that monster in that cave?" Hattori Heiji asked.

"Yes, I can only think of this, right? That's why I was found here." Tsuki stood up and said excitedly: "It is to let the world know that the demon who pushed the excavation team into the abyss of fear is really there!"

Bang!

As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped heavily in the face.

The novelist Shi Hui, Makiko, took her hand back with a cold face.

Hattori Heiji and others were stunned.

Beautiful work! Chen Xing felt happy inside.

"What are you doing? Old lady!" Tsuka said angrily.

"Don't talk about other people's deaths there with gloating. You have ruined the rare chowder." Mazuko Shie said coldly and returned to her seat like nothing happened.

Tsuruki took a deep breath, but didn't care, but just sat back angrily.

"However, why do I think your novel is as good as him?" said Dao Takashi Tanzawa, a bald archaeologist who took off his fisherman's hat.

"That's to say, the words just now don't seem to come from the writer who has always used weird expressions to describe the tragic situation being swallowed by demons." Historical researcher Randi Kang Ke joked.

Shie Mazuko sneered, "Oh, is it better for me to go back?"

The old village chief quickly smoothed out the situation, "Okay, everyone get along well with each other. Have a good night's sleep tonight and then go to the cave at the excavation site tomorrow morning."

As he was talking, a strange sound came from outside, and it pierced into his ears, as if it appeared in the heart of a person.

The dog, who was originally sleeping by the window, suddenly got up and looked out with his ears pricked up.

Ran Mori and Kazuya also suddenly became ridges, and their pretty face turned pale, "This hairy sound is..."

The golden retriever growled in his throat, then struggled with the chains and barked loudly outside the window.

“It’s so strange.”

“Is there a forest too?”

He saw Zhao and others not seem to be surprised.

"What?" Hattori Heiji asked, "What the hell is this?"

"This is a tweeting," said Daogui Tanzawa, "the tweeting of the tweet."
Chapter completed!