Model worker and his little darling

"Oh, I see. The wind must have blown this dress over here, which is why Ayumi mistook it for something else."

Ayumi glared at Genta angrily, "I absolutely didn't see wrong, I swear, I really saw Mami." As she finished speaking, her eyes filled with tears.

Just then, Kenji Kawaji, who was acting suspiciously behind them, caught everyone's attention.

Conan dragged Hirai over to take a look and found him taking pictures and recording things with a camera.

Kensaku Kawaji ignored the two and left quickly.

"What is he doing?"

Pingqing handed his phone to Conan, which contained the information he had found. "Judging from his actions just now, he is very likely an investigator from the Earth Heritage Committee."

According to reports, the villagers here are divided into supporters and opponents based on whether they agree to the town becoming a World Heritage Site, with Mr. Nagakura representing the supporters. This reminds Conan of the "they" Mr. Nagakura mentioned, referring to the opposition in the village.

"The situation in the village is more complicated than we imagined."

The group walked around the village but found nothing of value. The villagers remained silent about Mami and Eiji Nagakura's affair.

night.

In the guesthouse where everyone was staying, a rustling sound suddenly came from the ceiling. Conan was startled awake and heard Mitsuhiko and Genta whispering to each other.

"It's here. There really is a ghost."

"No, ghosts don't have feet; only humans can make footsteps."

The three decided to go upstairs to check, and as soon as they got upstairs, they found that Haibara had been waiting for them for a long time.

"There's nothing unusual here. Let's go up one floor."

Meanwhile, in the attic on the top floor, a dark figure was searching for something. Upon seeing the four children, it broke through the window and encountered the patrolling Mr. Yongcang, immediately pulling out a knife and stabbing him.

"what--"

Hearing Xiaolan's scream, everyone looked in the direction of the sound. They found a little girl in a red dress in front of Xiaolan, but she was quickly blown away by the wind, leaving behind the knife used in the attack.

Upon seeing this, Conan's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but overturn his faith. Could there really be ghosts?

Soon, the ambulance arrived and took away the unconscious Mr. Yongcang.

Uncle Mori couldn't help but sigh, "Boss Nagakura is currently unconscious, making it difficult to even get a statement from the hospital."

Uncle Mori's drinking buddy, Sakaki Shokichi, drunkenly chimed in, "This is a real headache. He drank too much and fell asleep, so he didn't hear anything. By the way, Mr. Mori solves cases while he's asleep, right?"

This surprised Detective Matsushiro Yoshikichi, who then warmly shook Uncle Mori's hand. "The Sleeping Detective! Mr. Mori, with your help, I believe this case will be solved soon."

Seeing his devoted fan admiring him so much, Uncle Mori laughed wildly, "Since you've said so, I, Kogoro Mori, am willing to go through fire and water for you."

Upon hearing this, Matsushiro Tamekichi took out his notebook, looked at Uncle Mori with admiration, and asked for the answer, "Mr. Mori, who is the thug?"

Heiji smiled; he was even more anxious than Inspector Megure.

"Could this thug be a ghost?"

"If the killer is a ghost, there's no need for a rope; it can just float down."

“This is a dead end. It’s so late, the murderer couldn’t have come in from outside the village. So the murderer must be among all the tourists and villagers.”

Upon hearing this, Matsushiro Tamekichi looked at the children who were speaking up with some confusion, "Who are you?"

Uncle Mori patted Matsushiro Tamekichi on the shoulder and began to bluff, "Don't worry about them. Even a layman could figure out what I was talking about."

Matsushiro Tamekichi was somewhat bewildered. Were all the children who followed Mr. Mori this capable?

Just as Conan was about to go and see the police investigating the scene, he looked up and saw a man covered in blood standing not far away. Sensing Conan's gaze, the man grinned at Conan with his blood-red mouth.

Conan stood there, stunned, his mind a little muddled.

Another ghost? It was Asami just now, and now it's Eiji Nagakura?

Staring wide-eyed, he looked around and found that everyone was calm, as if no one had seen the bloodied man.

Could it be that he's the only one who can see this?

Do ghosts also face discrimination?

Pingqing patted Genta's head. Since they had already seen one ghost, it wouldn't be unreasonable to have one more, especially since it was late at night.

Who told Conan to cause trouble using his name last time, leaving him to listen to Inspector Megure nagging him for ages at the Metropolitan Police Department? He's always been one to seek revenge, so he'll just let Conan question his existence a little.

"You should go to sleep now. We'll leave this to the police."

Hearing Pingqing's voice, Conan snapped out of his daze, reached out and poked Haibara standing next to him, then pointed in the direction the man was standing.

"Haibara, take a look over there."

Haibara looked in the direction Conan was pointing, but there was nothing there.

"What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

Seeing that Ai Haibara couldn't see him, Conan shook his head. "It's nothing."

Haibara looked at Conan with a puzzled expression, not understanding what he was going to do, then walked up to Ayumi and followed the others back to the hotel.

Conan ran up to Hirakiyo and signaled that he had found something.

The two approached the man, and Ping Qing frowned. "Conan, is there really... someone here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man turned to look at Conan, only to have his head fall to the ground and roll to Conan's feet, while his eyeballs rolled to the other side.

The man picked up the eyeball, floated to Conan's side, put his head on his neck, stuffed the eyeball back into its socket, and then grinned at Conan.

Conan's pupils contracted, a chill ran down his spine, and a faint smell of blood lingered in the air.

Did he offend someone? Why was he the only one who could see such a terrifying scene?

Hirai suppressed a laugh; the materialistic table had been overturned countless times already. He then nudged Conan, who was standing there dumbfounded, and asked, "What did you see?"

Conan tried to ignore the chilly feeling. "He kept looking at me and smiling. Do you think he might be that Eiji Nagakura?"

"Oh? That's possible. The reports say he committed suicide, but judging from his appearance, he was probably murdered. He kept smiling at you because he wanted you to find the killer."

"Is that so?"

Seeing that Conan was still somewhat dazed, Hirai started to offer bad advice, "Why don't you talk to him and see what clues he can provide?"

"Communicate with him?"

"The fact that only you can see him means you are the chosen one. He only trusts you, and only you can do this."

What a damn chosen one!

Conan's lips twitched as he looked at Hirai's serious face. He still tried reaching out to the man, then passed his hand through his body.

"Can you hear me?"

Seeing this, Pingqing pinched his thigh hard to stop himself from laughing out loud. It was a pity that only he could witness such a spectacular scene.