Chapter 247: Full Moon, Their Experiences
Tomoaki Aride drove towards the old house.
After turning a corner, I found that the road ahead was piled with large boxes. They looked messy, as if they had fallen off the car?
A man in work clothes, holding a fluorescent baton in his hand, stood in front of the goods, facing this side.
Seeing Tomoaki Arata's car approaching, he hurried over.
Shinide Tomoaki rolled down the window and asked in confusion, "Did something happen up ahead?"
The man raised his hat and said with a guilty look: "Sorry, the goods on the car fell off, we are moving them as fast as possible."
"Can't get through?" Tomoaki Niide leaned out to take a look. The boxes blocked the road, which was not very wide to begin with.
A truck was parked in the middle of the road with its hazard lights on, and warning signs and lights were placed on the front and rear of the vehicle.
Several workers were trying hard to carry the boxes, but they looked very heavy and the workers were having a hard time carrying them.
"Sorry, it may be a little..." The man showed an embarrassed expression.
"I have something urgent to do, so let's take a detour." Niide Tomoaki sighed.
He was just about to reverse and leave, but unexpectedly a small truck came from behind and blocked his way.
Once the truck stopped, the road, which was not very wide to begin with, was barely wide enough for two cars to run side by side, making it difficult to reverse.
"Hey!..." Tomoaki Shinide looked back and felt very embarrassed. He couldn't help but glance at the man beside his car, then sighed heavily.
"I'm very sorry." As if he knew that he had caused a lot of trouble for Tomoaki Niide, the man apologized again. After getting the reply that Tomoaki Niide was fine, he walked towards the truck behind and started talking to the driver.
The truck driver looked in the rearview mirror and shook his head. The man said something and the driver shook his head again. The man looked helpless and walked back.
"I'm sorry, the truck behind us seems to be loaded with a lot of cargo, so it's inconvenient to turn around, so..." the man looked helpless.
"There's no other way, we can only wait." Niide Tomoaki sighed again.
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Old House
Miyano Shiho sat on the sofa, waiting for Aida Tomoaki to arrive.
The doorbell rang.
Miyano Shiho looked towards the door and narrowed her eyes.
She walked over and opened the door a crack, but was surprised to find that it was not Tomoaki Aida who came in, but Judy, who was wearing a black coat with a red turtleneck sweater underneath.
"Hi!"
Judy looked at Miyano Shiho with a smile. The light in the room reflected white light on her glasses, making it impossible to see her eyes clearly.
"Teacher Judy?" Miyano Shiho showed a puzzled expression.
Judy smiled and said, "Mio, you should remember me, right?"
Miyano Shiho nodded.
Judy continued, "Dr. Xinchu's car had an accident on the road and he can't come for the time being, so he asked me to take you to the hospital on his behalf. If possible, can you open this?" She pointed to the anti-theft chain on the door.
Miyano Shiho narrowed her eyes, looked at Judy sharply without saying anything.
However, Judy seemed not to see her gaze and continued to smile.
half an hour later
Miyano Shiho changed her clothes and followed Judy out the door. There was a white Mazda RX-7 parked at the door.
"Teacher Judy, when did we change the car?" Miyano Shiho suddenly asked.
Judy smiled and said, "The previous car was sent for repairs, and this one was borrowed from a friend."
"Really?" Miyano Shiho looked at Judy with deep eyes, "Then your friend is quite rich. This Mazda RX-7 is not cheap!"
Judy's expression remained unchanged, and she still maintained her smile: "Maybe."
Miyano Shiho didn't say anything else. She opened the car door and got into the passenger seat. The moment she got in the car, a trace of solemnity flashed across her face - things seemed to have taken an unexpected turn.
Judy got in the driving seat, started the car and drove forward.
A moment later, a black Peugeot 607 stopped in front of the old house.
The car door opened, and the person who got out was Judy, who was wearing a dark green long coat...
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On the Ghost Ship
Kogoro Mori's shout attracted everyone's attention. Everyone looked up in the direction he looked and found Captain Gode hanging upside down on the mast with his hands hanging down, swaying from side to side in the sea breeze.
"Wow, the acting is quite realistic." Kogoro Mouri shouted in amazement, with his hands on his hips.
"Tick-tock!" Suddenly, he felt wet water drops falling on his face. He couldn't help but touch it with his hand and muttered, "Is it raining?"
After taking a closer look, he was stunned and rubbed his fingers and said, "This looks like blood?"
The bandaged monster and the monk with a Tang umbrella hurried over.
Not only on Kogoro Mouri's face, but also on the deck, there were several drops of dark red water drop-shaped marks.
The bandaged man squatted down, rubbed some water droplets with his fingers, and then put it under his nose to smell it. His expression suddenly tensed: "This is real blood!"
He suddenly looked up at Captain Gold, identified him carefully, and shouted, "Oh no! Something's happened to the captain! Put him down quickly!"
Before everyone could react, a gust of wind blew and Captain Gold swayed back and forth a few times. The rope around his ankle suddenly loosened and Captain Gold fell straight down.
As everyone stared in amazement, it crashed onto the deck with a loud bang.
"what!!!"
Everyone realized something, and immediately someone couldn't help but scream in fear.
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Captain Gold is dead.
He was shot to death by a crossbow through the heart, with a devil's tarot card piercing through it, as if telling everyone that it was the devil who took this man to hell.
Kogoro Mori examined the body with a serious expression, frowned and told the cause of death.
“Is it really not like in the movies, that I was taken into the ghost world by the devil?” Suzuki Sonoko hid behind Tengu, using his wings to cover half of her face.
"Even if there was no demon leading the way, he would have passed the Naihe Bridge immediately," Maori Kogoro said half-jokingly, "He was shot through the heart and died almost instantly. There was no way he could be saved."
"Not only that," the monk Tangshan had just walked around, "but we didn't find any crossbows or anything like that for firing crossbow arrows. I'm afraid they've been thrown into the sea, right?"
Kogoro Mouri looked at the monk with the Tang umbrella in surprise. He always felt a strong sense of déjà vu about him, but he still nodded in agreement.
He shouted, "Where are the staff? Are there any cameras on the boat? I need to take pictures of the scene. Also, please call the police." As a former criminal policeman, Kogoro Mouri was very familiar with the case handling process.
Before the police arrived, he planned to take pictures of the scene first. There were too many people here and the scene would be destroyed if he was not careful.
"There is a digital camera for filming the party," a staff member came out, "but you are..."
Maori Kogoro coughed, raised his chin and said proudly: "I am Maori Kogoro."
When the people around heard the name, they started talking about it in surprise.
Maori Kogoro was very satisfied with the reactions of the crowd. He coughed and said, "Well, since we need to use it as evidence, it's best to use a film camera..."
"Sorry, there is only one digital camera on the ship." The staff member looked embarrassed.
Suzuki Sonoko took out a camera and came over: "Uncle, can I take a Polaroid photo?"
Maori Kogoro looked around and saw that no one else was willing to provide a camera, so he had no choice but to say, "Forget it, it's better than nothing."