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Calvados listened with his breath, and soon heard the development he didn't want to see.

The old landlord shouted to the house, "That...uh, that gentleman who has not registered yet and doesn't know what he is, come out and register! Meet the guests by the way!"

Calvados: "..." I am a tenant, why should I help you meet the guests? Is this old guy really a good landlord?

He tskated, intending to pretend he didn't hear it.

However, the next moment, the old landlord downstairs slapped his forehead and murmured: "Can you bump into a ghost and fainted from somewhere? Oh, you look so tough, but you didn't expect that you would be so brave."

Kogoro Mouri: "Why are you still standing there? Find the person out quickly. What if you fall to the ground and fall to your neck or brain."

Calvados: "…#"

The bastard not only does not give the tenant peace, but also spreads rumors in turn - the two high school students downstairs know "new doctors". If the rumor that "Mr. Yamaguchi was scared to death by a ghost" reaches the goddess's ears, what should I do then?

Gripping his teeth, and finally, Calvados walked to the corner of the stairs with a murderous intent.

"You're not dizzy." Seeing him appear, the old landlord breathed a sigh of relief and nodded with satisfaction. "No, only with such courage can you survive in this apartment."

Calvados suppressed the urge to punch him and just wanted to fight quickly: "Don't you want to register? Give me a form, I'll fill it out now."

The old landlord slowly walked back to his room and went with paper and pen.

The two high school students who stayed there did not look like Calvados expected and said in surprise: "Mr. Yamaguchi? What a coincidence!"

Calvados nodded, threw down the words "I have something to do", took the registration form handed over by the landlord and turned around. After showing up, he didn't want to get involved with these people. He was busy preparing to entertain the goddess.

...

Stairway entrance.

When his figure disappeared, Ran Maori muttered to Jiangxia in confusion: "Isn't Mr. Yamaguchi yours? Why do you feel like he is today..." It seems very cold?

Conan: "..." Of course, because he is a fake fan. Other suspicious people don't know, but this man in black who has acted with vodka several times is definitely the minion of that organization.

Although he guessed the reason in his heart, the man was not far away, and Conan did not dare to speak at all, so he could only hold his words in his stomach with difficulty.

Fortunately, the strange fans were just a little episode. They came here today not to study Mr. Yamaguchi's psychology, but to ghosts.

"Come in." The old landlord walked to the second floor and pushed open a door on the corner, "This is my room."

Jiang Xia walked over and looked inside the door and saw that this was a small living room of only a dozen square meters.

The decorations in the room are also very simple - there is a low table in the center of the tatami and an old-fashioned TV in the corner. The walls here are as mottled as in the corridor, and the light is reflected onto the wall by the red tatami, making the whole room feel like a layer of blood.

"..." Mori Ran's legs immediately took root at the door.

The old landlord was very accustomed to this kind of environment. He took out a few seat cushions from the cabinet, threw them next to the low table, and then took out the juice and drinks: "What are you doing when you stand stupidly? Come in and sit down."

...

Although Ran Mouri wanted to turn around and run away, the few people next to him had already entered.

Four living people sat in the small living room, which immediately diluted the horror of the haunted house. Looking back at the empty corridor, Ran Mori finally followed his companion's pace and rushed into the house.

"We originally had 8 tenants." The old landlord poured himself a glass of juice and shook his glass and sighed, "It's a pity that half of them were scared away by ghosts."

Jiang Xia seemed to have entered the investigation mode: "Who was the first person to see a ghost?"

"It should be me." The old landlord scratched his head. "One day in the middle of the night, I accidentally looked out the window and saw an orange flame floating in the air in the abandoned building opposite."

"I quickly told the other tenants, but when they ran to the window, the ghost fire had disappeared.

"Because I couldn't see it with my own eyes, no one believed what I said. They all thought I was old and misread.

"Maybe the ghost felt that he was being looked down upon because of this, and then, a series of strange things began."

"Sometimes, there is a pool of blood suddenly appearing in the toilet. Sometimes, when the tenant passes the corridor, he suddenly finds a ghost with a faint light outside the window peeking into the house.

"Sometimes I watch TV very well, but the picture suddenly switches to a burn all over, staring at the female ghost outside the picture...

"This kind of strange thing happened one after another, and more and more visitors witnessed it. Later, the haunted thing spread, and even TV and magazines came to interview."

Conan interrupted curiously: "Since the haunted is so powerful, why do you still want to stay here grandpa?"

The old landlord laughed: "I have half of my foot in the coffin, so what else can I be afraid of? Moreover, I have lived in this apartment for a lifetime, so how can I leave just by saying that I can leave?"

He looked at Maori Ran who was trembling with fear again: "You don't have to be too scared. This ghost path is not very good and dare not come out during the day. It will only cause trouble until it is completely dark."

"So principled?" Kogoro Mouri became interested, "Then I want to take a good look at what kind of female ghost this is."

"You are just curious about what the female ghost looks like!" But Ran Maori regretted it a little and wanted to pull him up, "Stop looking, let's go."

"Oh, it's all here." Kogoro Mouri tried his best to compete with his daughter, "Let's do it until eight o'clock! If the ghost hasn't come out yet, let's go."

"Eight o'clock?" Ran Maori calculated the time and reluctantly compromised, "Okay, you have to keep your word."

As soon as she let go, Kogoro Mori fell to the ground. Soon the detective sat up and climbed up again and said to the landlord as if nothing had happened: "I am idle too. Do you have mahjong or something? Let's play for a while."

Several people started playing mahjong.

Next door, Calvados listened to the crisp collision sound and his eyebrows were beating: Didn’t he just come to be a guest, why didn’t he leave yet?

"Forget it, it has nothing to do with me." He rinsed the rag, wrung it hard, and began to wipe the old dirt in Room 6 - it doesn't matter if it's broken outside the apartment, but the room must be cleaned, and he doesn't want to leave a sloppy impression on the visitor.

...

After a while of great energy, Calvados's ears moved slightly, and he realized something later.
Chapter completed!