"Yes, that list is kept in the warehouse of the shrine." Shimba Junhui's eyes lighted.

Although she did not remember how many numbers were drawn in the Gate Association in the end, the ‘three’ of Hai Laoyuan Shoumei was carefully printed on the paper door after she carefully confirmed it.

Absolutely impossible!

It must be the blessing of the mermaid who did not admit that he was a mermaid, so his revenge plan can be so smooth!

"In this case, let's go to the shrine!" Conan echoed from the side, "I just have a lot of words to ask the old grandma ..."

Island Bag Junhui: "..."

So what Mermaid said, it should be this little ghost, it is really annoying.

... ...

The moment the rain stepped into the shrine, it went up.

Lightning is like freezing, and the blue light flashes lightly in the clouds.

Six people surrounding the stove, listening to the deafening thunder sound outside the window.

Mao Likuro couldn't help feeling, "This house is really old ... it seems that it doesn't seem to make a lot of money because of the ejle arrows."

"Of course impossible," Yuanshan and Ye said: "I asked Miss Island Bag, drawing the number plate of the Eagogen Arrow, and only sold for 5 yuan."

"What? Only 5 yuan?" The service department seemed to hear something incredible.

The number plate of the Eagogen Arrow is drawn, and only 108 pieces are distributed each year, which is 540 yuan, but the arrow was sold by the Gate Association for 1 million yuan ...

In an instant, the image of the two island Bagmen Association formed sharp comparisons in the senses of everyone.

"However, then again, the old grandma is really slow ..." Mao Lizuro looked at the time, and it was almost at 00 o'clock. "If it is not possible, let's leave first.

, The rain outside may be bigger and bigger ... "

As soon as his words fell, on the other side of the door, there was a sound of a crutch knocking on the wooden floor, and then a pale and thin hand pulled the door slightly in the inside ...

"What's the matter with me?" Changshou Po exposed half of his face from the shadow at the door. The voice was both ghost and a little bit of chill.

Oh? Is it imitating yourself, did you previously use the electronic sound of the voice transformer?

There are talents, and it is really an osmotic ...

In this regard, Ye Geyi gave the other party a good evaluation.

At least he did not rely on props, but he could not change the sound of various people freely like Island Bag Junhui or Black Feather fast fighting.

"Mother -in -law ... I have disturbed you to rest."

Conan also greeted him politely, and then asked: "I want to know, how do you decide about the winning number of the Ecrumonic Arrow?"

Sure enough, a little ghost who likes to ask questions ...

Shimba Junhui pretended to look like a breathless look, and looked up at a few people, "... I ... I was determined casually. Sometimes the number of winning in the horse racing."

It's random ...

Conan sweats.

It seems that the choice of numbers can only be here. The rest, they still look at the name ...

The service department laughed twice, "In this case, why do you only draw three branches a year, don't simply sell more?"

"That's okay," Changshou Po pinched the corners, and the few silver silk that were not many, said: "Because there are no more hair used to tie on the arrow."

"Grandma!"

At this time, the sound of the Junhui of Shima Daijun rang at the other end of the corridor, "I have burned your bath water."

Bathing 4 hours after the celebration? Or is it time for this thunderstorm?

This reason is too tumbling ...

Ye Geng just made a point for the island bag Jun Huiga because of imitation, and he was deducted because of this snake painting.

(? _?) ...

Therefore, sometimes it is not that these detectives are too smart, but that Xiao Hei loves to commit stupid?

In this regard, Ye Geng can only use the more far -fetched ‘self -explosion theory’ to fool this conjecture.

"Here ..."

Here, after Changshou Po Su responded, he would turn around and leave.

When Conan saw this, he said busy: "Wait a minute, I still have something to ask ..."

"The girl over there," Shima Bag Junhui remembered the warning of ‘Mermaid’, and ignored the question from the little ghost, “Yes, it’ s the one who tied her hair ... ”

"Ah? I ..." Yuanshan and Ye pointed at himself, very unknown, so, "My wife, what's the matter?"

"The Arrow of the Confucian Gen was originally the arrow of the monster cut off the demon. If it was let it leave, the demon would start to build the nest, and the man would return to the dust and turn into a hungry ghost who was unintentional, and the woman would return to water and turn into it as water.

Mermaid who can't speak ... "

Changshou Po told: "So, I advise you to take it for a while."

Is this the reason for the death of several people, forcibly attributed it to the curse?

Ye Geng was at the back of Shima Bag Jun Hui, and felt that the witch was a little bit of the two detectives of Pingji and Conan.

Thinking about him gently knocking on the temple twice, "Xiaobai, send the first email I edited."

On the other side,

Island bag Junhui, who is quickly organizing makeup, has not had time to disk her hair, and the mobile phone on the side of the dressing table sounded.

She quickly picked it up to confirm that the above showed an unknown number, the content was relatively short, only two sentences:

[The trace is too heavy, don't do extra things, directly give them the list. Listen to my arrangement later. Tomorrow, Kuroko Naiko will die.]

"People ... Mermaid?"

Shimba Junhui subconsciously stunned, and then remembered that there were guests in the shrine, and he covered his mouth tightly.

Just when she didn't know how to express it, when she had seen this information, the screen of the phone suddenly flashed twice, and the mail disappeared directly.

"Yes ... is it wrong? No, no, the screen of the mobile phone is still bright, and I have no mental confusion!"

Shimba Junhui blinked and picked up his mobile phone to find it.

No ... still no ...

Sure enough, it is the power of Mermaid.

Thinking, she quickly took a few deep breaths.

While sorting the hair, I came to the warehouse where the store was stored.

After a while, she found the list of number plates sold this year.

The guest room.

The service department rolled over the list to find, Conan also watched his head with his head.

Hai Laohara Shoumei ... Three.

Heijiang Naixuzi ... 1007.

These information are clearly remembered on it.

The two continued to look down.

Finally on the latter page, I found the name of the Gate Association.

"Forty -four."

"Hum, with this, we can directly ask the guy, what means to get the" three "wooden sign!"

Mao Likuro patted the table and drank: "Actually dare to kill people under my Maori Kogoro's eyelids, the drunk is too bad!"

Maorilan: "..."

It's time for you not to drink.

Conan: "..."

Service Department: "..."

Didn't you still say that Miss Shoumei died of an accident?

Island Bag Junhui: "..."
Chapter completed!