MTL - How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police-Chapter 17 Hot Spring Hotel Murder Case 1

The streets on weekdays are quite empty. The cold wind of late autumn rolled up the dead leaves on the ground and flew forward.

Xin Haikong suddenly thought that in the comics, when Officer Sato mentioned Matsuda, he said that he was like a gust of wind in late autumn.

Inexplicably funny. Well now, let alone autumn, this gust of wind will never go away in this life.

Xin Haikong never thought that he could rest for so many days in a row.

The Tokyo Tower bombing case three days ago dominated all TV stations in Tokyo. Because the culprit was never caught by the police until the end, no one knew why that guy made such a big case. The imaginative media arranged various version of the story.

Why Xin Haikong used his position to seek personal gain to persecute the prisoner who was a small vendor; he broke into the house in the name of investigating the case and trampled on the dignity of the prisoner;

And so on, endlessly.

Although it is impossible for anyone with a brain to believe these random stories, but the influence of public opinion is not good. After he came out of the hospital, he was temporarily suspended by the police station. The reason is that he acted privately without reporting, but the real reason is that everyone knows why.

The pressure of public opinion is understandable. The Metropolitan Police Department originally arranged for TV Tokyo to re-do an exclusive interview with him, wanting him to explain the situation at the time, which is probably to clarify himself in industry parlance, but he refused.

It's nice to take a break for a while.

Conan's era is a little behind the real world. There is no pervasive online life. As long as Xinhaikong doesn't take the initiative to open the online forum to see it, it will basically not be affected by those words. I used to be much more comfortable, and I could sleep until I woke up naturally with no work that could never be done day by day.

I just don't know how long this break can last. Judging from the final result of the Tokyo Tower incident this time, he has done nothing wrong. Although the Tokyo Tower was blown up in the end, there were no casualties.

Although the live broadcast media recorded his "greed for life and fear of death", the news that will be launched one after another will re-explain the entire process of the case and justify his actions at that time. When you think about it this way, this kind of plot is familiar. Isn't this the routine of whitewashing after the abuse of fans in the entertainment industry?

However, I don’t know if it’s Xin Haikong’s illusion. The main quests encountered these two times seem to have started because he was involved in Conan’s plot. In the three days he left the Metropolitan Police Department, he did not meet Conan, did not encounter any criminal cases, and did not receive any main quests.

The comments he has accumulated on the forum now are quite good. It's better to leave for a while, let yourself rest for a while, and also want to try it out, whether it is because the main quest causes him to be involved in the plot, or because he is too close to the plot that the main quest is always triggered.

Tomorrow is a weekend, and he and Matsuda made an appointment to go to the hot springs in Shizuoka.

When he was in the real world, he was either busy with work or stayed at home alone during vacations, but he never went out with friends. Still looking forward to it.

I don't know what to prepare. Should I buy some snacks? Speaking of which, do you have a yukata at home?

Xin Haikong was walking in the alley with a newly bought yukata in his hand. He was hit on the right shoulder by the person running towards him, the bag was hit to the ground, and the others also stepped back and barely supported on the wall.

Xin Haikong raised his head helplessly and complained, "I said, be careful when walking—"

Even in the afternoon, the light in the alley is not very strong, and the long and narrow shadow almost covers most of the people in front of you, but you can still clearly see—

It was a young man in his early twenties, with bangs hanging above his eyes in a disorderly manner, the coffee-colored windbreaker on his body was still dripping, and his arms and neck exposed were bandaged.

Dark brown eyes stared at him calmly.

Someone who just came out of the hospital? Don't even bother with him. Xin Haikong sighed helplessly, picked up the bag on the ground and continued to walk forward.

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The weather in late autumn is already a bit cold, and the leaves on Shizuoka are basically falling.

But in some places, you can still see bright red maple leaves floating on the mountain like fire.

Xin Haikong looked at it, and unconsciously walked to the front silently.

"Shinkai-chan is walking too fast." Matsuda took a few steps from behind to catch up, and took Xinkaikong's shoulder.

No way, he was always immersed in his own thoughts, and if he didn't pull it out, he wouldn't realize that there was another person following him.

Matsuda's warm arm rested on Shinkai's shoulder, a little uncomfortable, but he didn't make a move to avoid it.

"Ah, sorry. The scenery here is a bit nice, but it's a pity that I didn't bring a camera."

"What's so good about a bunch of bare branches."

"Ah! Look at Xiaolan, what a beautiful maple leaf!"

When the familiar name sounded, Xin Haikong instantly realized that something was wrong.

It turned out that it wasn't because of the main story that he got involved in the plot, it was the plot that kept coming to him to touch porcelain!

"Ah, I seem to have met an acquaintance." Matsuda waved casually at Mouri Kogoro who approached, "What, Conan turned out to be a child of senior Mouri's family."

Xin Haikong also said hello.

The young man was wearing a light gray coat, revealing a dark brown turtleneck sweater inside, looking different from the previous style.

Another man with curly black hair also had a pair of sunglasses on his collar, and his deep facial features were equally handsome and compelling.

"Ahhh, Xiaolan, when did you know two handsome guys and didn't tell me!" Yuanzi behind Xiaolan whispered in a self-conscious way, but in fact everyone present clearly heard a sharp voice called.

"Ah, this is the Xinhai police officer I told you before."

"Do I need to introduce myself?" Matsuda suddenly approached Suzuki Sonoko, showing a ruffian smile, "My name is Matsuda Jinping."

Xin Haikong pulled the boring friend back, "Okay, don't tease her."

"Brother Xinhai also came here to soak in the hot springs? What a coincidence!"

Yes, he also thinks it is super clever. You can also take a dip in a hot spring. I thought I could come out and relax my nerves that have been tense all this time, but I still have to face this situation? Help. He really doesn't want to solve the case any more in the short term!

"Yeah, autumn is here." Xin Haikong forced a gentle smile.

Matsuda, who was standing aside, looked at his friend with a distorted expression, showing an expression of interest.

The reason why the protagonist group appeared here is very simple. When autumn came, Suzuki Sonoko asked Xiaolan to go to the hot spring with Xiaolan. Xiaolan wanted to bring Conan. Mouri felt that a group of women and children was not safe enough and was forced to accompany her.

This is not so much a coincidence as it is the power of the game. There are so many hot springs in Japan that you don't want to soak in, you have to soak in the same one with them. This game is to see him keep appearing in front of Conan, and keep playing PUBG. Really bad fun.

It didn't take long to go to the hot spring hotel that was booked in advance. The location of this hotel is quite remote, so generally there are not too many people booking. It was because he and Matsuda didn't like the crowded scene that they gave up other well-known stores and chose this small store, but they were still able to bump into Conan.

There seemed to be a quarrel going on inside the hotel, and Shinkai could hear voices outside the door.

"No matter how much you object, I will definitely go!"

"Shut up! You are not allowed to go anywhere!"

Several people waited awkwardly at the door for a while, and the quarrel inside didn't seem to stop.

"Even if you kill me, I will go."

"Husband, calm down and stop beating!"

"Father, let Fujika go!"

Hearing that the quarrel inside seemed to have risen to the level of domestic violence, Xin Haikong couldn't hold back after all, and knocked heavily on the wooden door of the hotel.

After a little rustling, a middle-aged lady trotted and opened the door of the hotel.

"I'm very sorry to keep you all waiting. What is the phone number for your appointment?"

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This seems to be a family-run hot spring hotel. The staff is very simple. It is just the owner's family. The husband is responsible for operation and maintenance, the wife is responsible for the kitchen, and the two daughters are responsible for other chores.

There is a maple tree planted in the small courtyard very suitable for the scene, and behind the two-story wooden townhouse is a separated soup pool. The middle-aged man standing behind the counter with a sullen face seems to be the owner of this hot spring hotel, Urahara Fujio.

He hadn't recovered from the quarrel just now, and when he handed them the key, he slammed it on the table. Angrily, Xin Haikong pursed his lips.

"Haha, my husband is not in a good mood today, please bear with me, I will take you to the room to rest for a while. After dinner, it will be ready at six o'clock, whether you want to eat in the hall or go back to the room. Eat, as long as you explain it to us in advance."

The hostess on the side hurriedly smoothed things out and led them to the room.

"There are not many people in our store these days, and there are many empty soup pools in the backyard. If you want to go to soak, you can do it at any time."

"Ah, I'm so lucky to be able to go with such a beautiful lady." Kogoro Mori can be mad at the hostess of the hotel, I don't know if it's real or fake. It may be because the hostess is indeed a milf, and the charm is still there.

Xin Haikong glanced at the house number in Conan's hand, and couldn't help but sigh, he was so lucky. The house they booked with the protagonist happened to be one thing and one thing.

"Ah, that's the case, Yanxiang, Yan-xiang—" the hostess turned back and shouted towards the backyard.

"Hi!"

A young girl ran out in a hurry. She is about 20 years old, her hair is black as clouds, her face is fair and bright, and she is beautiful. Mori Kogoro's eyes turned to the new little girl.

"Yanxiang, please send these two guests to the east room." The hostess explained.

Mouri Kogoro, who was about to strike up a conversation, instantly became depressed when he saw the newly arrived little beauty was going to send them off to Xin Haikong.

Xin Haikong waved with Conan and the others in relief, and turned around and followed behind this Yanxiang with Matsuda.

"Is your name Yanxiang?"

The road was really long and boring, and Xin Haikong couldn't help but ask as if he was checking his hukou.

"Yes, my name is Urahara Yanka, and that was my mother, Urahara Mikiko."

"Ah, your hotel business is not very good." Matsuda interjected, really not very good at speaking.

But Urahara Yanka was unexpectedly good-natured, "Fortunately, our store is relatively small, and there are really not many people coming here. It will be lively until the winter every year."

"Then how many guests are there now in your store?" After all, if you want to die, you must have a supply of goods. If there are not enough guests to choose one of the three, wouldn't it have to be done at the owner's house.

"If you don't count everyone, there are actually only two or three guests. Speaking of which, they all live in the house on the east side."

Ah, three people are not enough to choose one of three. Really want to die at the master's house?

"Here, the first room on the east side! By the way, the room next to the two just happened to have a guest, but it's a pity that he went out today."

Seeing the little girl's spring heart sprouting, Xin Haikong asked clearly:

"Is it a young guest?"

"It's a young boy. He said that the pressure of studying is too much, and he wants to come to the mountains to relax."

Urahara Yanka turned around and wanted to leave, but Xin Haikong stopped her.

"It's been a bit cold at night recently. If there is nothing else, it's better to go back early."

"Huh?" Yanxiang nodded in confusion.

Matsuda Jinping looked at Xin Haikong narrowly, "Do you want to fall in love, Xin Haijiang?"

Xin Haikong was planning to use the key to open the door. Hearing this, he didn't even turn his head back, but just hit him with an elbow.

"Ah! It hurts! Xinhai sauce is too cruel!"