Model worker and his little darling

The group quickly arrived at the wine cellar and saw Heikiyo directing Chiba to work.

"Brother Pingqing, do you already know who the murderer is?"

Pingqing nodded and looked at the three suspects. "The murderer is Takeo Nomura."

“Wait a minute. At the time of the incident, I was in the yard and didn’t go near the wine cellar at all.”

“The cellar window faces the yard. You go into the yard, knock on the window to get the deceased’s attention. After the deceased opens the window, you invite him to talk in the yard, using the excuse that you know what Mr. Amemura did while he was tasting the wine, and then you kill him in the yard.”

Upon hearing this, Takeo Nomura's expression changed.

"Then two clotheslines were placed outside the window. The body was put on the clotheslines, then the clotheslines were pushed into the window and gently lifted. Then the clotheslines were removed."

As Taira explained, Chiba simultaneously demonstrated the technique, showing the mannequin sliding down the clothesline into the wine cellar.

Seeing this, Inspector Megure's eyes lit up. "I get it! The broken bottle fell because Mr. Kusaka kicked it. How did the window close?"

"That's very simple. Just hang a thin rope on the window latch, pull hard, and the window will close."

Seeing that the window was indeed closed, Inspector Megure nodded.

Takeo Nomura roared angrily, "You're talking nonsense! What evidence do you have to say that?" He glared at Hirakiyo with hatred.

Ping Qing still had that same smiling face. He actually had to thank the murderer. Thanks to the murderer's hard work, he was able to easily pick up the scraps later.

“The deceased fell into the wine cellar and broke a lot of wine. There must have been some wine on the clothesline. You wiped it clean with a handkerchief, right? There must be traces on my handkerchief. Just take it out and look.”

Hirakiyo thought Nomura Takeo would struggle a bit more, but he didn't expect him to admit it so easily.

It turns out that the deceased was a loan shark who didn't keep his promise to repay the money immediately, so he was so angry that he sent the person to meet God.

Seeing that the case was successfully solved, Inspector Megure laughed and patted Hirakiyo on the shoulder, "Hirakiyo, thanks to you this time."

Pingqing slapped it back; he hadn't forgotten the look of disgust on Inspector Megure's face when he first saw them.

"Not at all, it's all thanks to everyone's help that I was able to solve the case."

After some mutual flattery, everyone was very happy.

Seeing this, Conan, who was standing nearby, thought about his current child-like body and felt even more hatred for the organization.

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Feeling the breeze blowing in from the window, Pingqing crossed his legs with a contented expression.

This kind of bus, which is drafty on all sides, is actually quite comfortable to ride in.

To be honest, these past few days of hanging out with Uncle Mori have made him so engrossed in his adventures that he's almost forgotten about home.

Hearing the people on the bus praising the bus, Uncle Mori was speechless. "Seriously, what era are we living in? How can there still be such a dilapidated and old bus?"

Hearing her father's harsh words, Xiaolan quickly tried to smooth things over, "It's good that it's old-fashioned. I've never ridden in a bus like this before. By the way, what's this kind of bus called again?"

"This kind of bus is called an engine bus..."

Immediately afterwards, Conan launched into a lecture on public knowledge about the bus, leaving the driver and conductor in awe and prompting Conan to scratch his head in embarrassment.

Ran, standing next to him, also smiled, and looked at Conan with particularly gentle eyes.

When Conan said he learned it all from books, Uncle Mori scoffed, "That kid just likes to read trivial books."

This prompted a burly man behind them to speak up. "No, this kind of common sense isn't something you can just ignore," he said, handing over his business card. It turned out he was the head of the Youth League of Yingqiao Village Committee, and he warmly welcomed everyone to visit Yingqiao Village.

Ping Qing nodded. Indeed, it was not optional, but completely unnecessary.

Soon, they reached a treacherous bend. The conductor got off to direct traffic, and the driver drove slowly.

Not long after, the bus stopped at a station, and another group of people got on.

The eldest man, leaning on his cane, walked straight up to Uncle Maoli and said menacingly, "Get out of my way, this is my seat."

This left Mori Dai completely bewildered. "Your seat? Are there designated seats on this train?"

Seeing this, Yabe Takuro stood up and started arguing with the old man.

It turns out that the old man, Okumura Yoshikichi, is the deputy village head of Kagekyu Village, and the village head has stipulated that on Sundays, villagers must give up their spots for tourists. However, the deputy village head ignores this rule and continues to do as he pleases.

Then he poked Uncle Mori with his cane and said, "Get out of my way. This has been my spot for the past forty years."

Uncle Mori reluctantly moved to another seat, feeling that this car was incompatible with him.

Ping Qing was amazed; such a small village was full of all sorts of strange and monstrous things.

"Ahhhh-"

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the old man had twisted his neck a few times before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

Upon hearing someone say that the old man had suddenly fallen ill and collapsed on the ground, the driver glanced back and said, "I'll drive to the hospital immediately."

Just then, Uncle Mori stepped forward and touched the old man's neck.

"No need, the old gentleman is already dead." He then stood up and looked at the passengers on the bus, "Everyone, don't move. No one is allowed to get off the bus until the police arrive."

Hearing the questioning voices in the car, Uncle Mori coughed and said, "I am private detective Kogoro Mori."

For a moment, a murmur of discussion arose among the passengers.

The older man successfully took control of the situation, and Pingqing saw a young police officer riding a bicycle flying towards the bus.

Then, he abandoned his bicycle, ran breathlessly to Uncle Mori, saluted, and said, "Thank you for your hard work this time. I am Officer Shinkai from Kagekura Village reporting for duty. It is my honor to work with the famous Detective Mori on this case."

Judging from his actions, you'd think Uncle Mori was his boss.

Uncle Mori nodded, his face flushed.

Immediately afterwards, Shinkai leaned close to Uncle Mori's ear and asked, "I heard you believe this is a homicide case, is that true?"

Just as Uncle Mori was about to say that it wasn't confirmed yet, he heard a headache-inducing sound from behind him.

“This is indeed a homicide. Look, the water in the bottle is leaking out from the hole poked with a needle.”

After confirming that it was a poisoning case, the young police officer Shin Kai-kyun suddenly looked horrified. "A storm is coming. Perhaps it's not just a storm; the village will be plunged into war."

Sighs rippled through the villagers, "This is really bad; there's going to be a bloodbath."

Heijikito perked up at this. A new storm was brewing? Was Konoha about to have another civil war?