Zongman: This friendly communication system is too friendly

It seems that he was frightened by the death of Hideo Kawashima.

"It's just so strange. Curses are simply impossible. You're so scared, maybe you have something wrong with you?"

His behavior made Conan feel a little strange, and he couldn't help but pay more attention to Hirata and Akira.

Logically speaking, although this is a small island, it may have a stronger folk atmosphere.

But Hirata and Ming are already secretaries following the village chief, and they should have their own ability to distinguish such things with folk connotations.

It was obvious that Hideo Kawashima was killed by someone.

How could it be related to curses and ghosts?

And this also involves the long-dead Aso Keiji...

Why did he think this was a curse cast by Keiji Aso?

Could it be that there is another hidden story behind what happened to Keiji Aso?

Conan's mind was racing, and he was thinking a lot.

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"Xiao Wang, what that person said about ghosts and curses... is it true?"

in a corner.

Xiaoying timidly came to Wang Changsheng's side, holding his arms with her two soft hands, and she stuck to Wang Changsheng like a little rabbit.

"It must be fake." Seeing Xiaoying startled by that person, Wang Changsheng frowned at first, then relaxed. He smoothed Xiaoying's hair with one hand and comforted her softly: "I don't feel the breath of the curse at all, right?"

Hearing Wang Changsheng say this, Xiaoying hesitated for a moment, then nodded her head and whispered, "I really didn't feel any breath."

"So, I guess we've encountered another case, but this is just man-made. It has nothing to do with any mysterious power, nor is it a ghost. Xiaoying, don't be afraid." Wang Changsheng had a gentle smile on his face and patted Xiaoying's head gently.

Chiyo, who was standing by, pointed her camera at the two of them and was having a lot of fun recording them.

As for the case, she didn't take it too seriously. At this moment, her attention was all focused on Xiaoying, and she also gave some to Wang Changsheng.

"Ah~ Sakura is so cute even when she is scared." Tomoyo supported her cheek with one hand and held the camera with the other.

It was obvious that on the other side was a murder scene with a depressing and gloomy atmosphere.

But when it came to her, it was as if someone had chopped it off with a big knife, splitting it in half with one stroke.

Countless pink bubbles emerged from behind Tomoyo, mixed with some little hearts.

A soft pink glow shone on Chise's body.

No joke.

She has one layer for each person.

Wang Changsheng just glanced at her and quickly looked away.

Oh my god, the director has become a fool.

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"Curse? That's nonsense! Even if I give this piano another two and a half years, it won't kill anyone."

Uncle Maori rolled his eyes speechlessly after hearing what Hirata and Ming said.

It’s a pity that he is a public official like the village chief’s secretary.

I actually still believe in such things.

There is room for improvement in ideological awareness.

Uncle Maori took a few steps forward and walked to the piano.

Then, under everyone's gaze, he reached out and fumbled around in the piano twice.

Then a tape recorder appeared in his hand.

Uncle Maori picked it up.

Then he pressed it again, and the faint moonlight music came to an abrupt end.

"Oh, did you see that?" Uncle Maori smiled slightly contemptuously, disdaining what Hirata Kazuaki had just said about ghosts and gods.

"Please don't spread panic. What about a piano possessing a ghost and killing people? This is man-made! The murderer set it up! It's just to scare cowards like you!"

As Uncle Maori was speaking, he came up with a parallel sentence.

only……

"Yes, Uncle Maori, what he just said was that a ghost possessed the piano, right?" Conan couldn't help his obsessive-compulsive disorder and raised his hand to ask a question.

How can a piano be possessed by a ghost? Uncle Maori, as a detective, can you please speak more seriously and rigorously?

You're bringing shame to our detectives!

"Little brat, no one will think you're dumb if you don't speak!"

Uncle Maori was exposed by Conan on the spot for his mistake. He cursed at him in anger, and then said to him seriously: "I have kept you here long enough, get out!"

After he finished speaking, he turned his gaze towards the others: "And you all."

"Please leave here. The scene cannot be destroyed any further."

Uncle Maori wants everyone to leave here.

Of course, it's not just the people in the piano room.

Uncle Maori also asked the group of people blocking the piano room to gather in another place.

Just as he finished speaking, someone in the crowd shouted in extreme dissatisfaction: "Why are you asking us to leave? What are you doing here, a little mustache? Who do you think you are? Our village chief is still here!"

Hearing the man's rather provocative shouting, Uncle Maori glared at him and was about to retort.

However, a young man's voice suddenly rang out from the corner.

"You don't even know who he is, and you still have the nerve to shout at him here?"

Everyone was attracted by the voice and looked over.

Wang Changsheng was seen holding Xiaoying's hand and then standing up.

"Who is he?" The man snorted coldly when he saw that it was a child who was going against him.

"This uncle is the nationally renowned detective Kogoro Mori. If you challenge Uncle Mori like this, he might even visit your home!" Wang Changsheng felt sorry for such ignorant people.

This guy might be Kuroiwa Tatsuji's subordinate.

Just now, he and Sakura were sitting in the back and saw Kuroiwa Tatsuji seemed to make a gesture to him.

Then I heard this guy suddenly attack Uncle Maori.

It was obviously instructed by Kuroiwa Tatsuji.

He is so eager to be the first to take action.

It seems that he hopes Uncle Maori will take Conan to his home.

"Be a guest? Kid, what nonsense are you talking about?" The man didn't understand the meaning of Wang Changsheng's words, and just said it with disdain. Then Heiyan Chenci gave him a look, and he calmed down and stopped making trouble.

Although he was quiet, many people around him started talking again.

"The nationally renowned detective? Maori Kogoro? Have you heard of him?"

"No, but I've heard of Akechi Kogoro."

"That's not right. I remember Maori Kogoro was a novelist. When did he become a detective?"

"Writing novels and being a detective don't conflict. It's fine for him to do both."

"It seems to be the same..."

The criticisms of the crowd came into the piano room one after another and reached Uncle Maori's ears.

Originally, he was full of pride when he heard Wang Changsheng specifically introduce his identity to these people.

However, after hearing these discussions, Uncle Maori's face instantly turned several shades darker.

It was as dark as the sky outside.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to suppress the embarrassment on his face.

Turning around, he said to his daughter, "Xiaolan, although I called the police just now, that was a direct call to the other side. The wind and waves are strong tonight, and it may take some time for the criminal police to arrive here. In this situation, the police cannot be absent here."

"But there should be public security forces on this island. Go ask for directions and then go over there and get the police."

"Nani?!"

I heard the task my father assigned to me.

Xiaolan suddenly widened her eyes in disbelief, and even the horn on her head moved involuntarily.

She pointed a finger at her nose and said, "Odosan, are you going to let me find the police myself?"

Xiaolan's expression was somewhat comical.

The look of trepidation on his face forced Conan, who was not far away, to cover his mouth to prevent him from bursting out laughing and getting beaten again.

"Of course, I have to stay here. You can't let other elders or children go, right?" Uncle Maori said as a matter of course.

In fact, he asked Xiaolan to go not just for this reason.

When there was still some confusion just now, he didn't know if anyone had sneaked out, but now he has seen the scene.

It is imperative that everyone present be kept under close watch.

Seeing Xiaolan's reluctance, Uncle Maori was a little impatient: "What are you afraid of? Ghosts are fake, there is no need to be afraid. Even if they are real, don't you know karate? If you really meet them, just chop them to death like you usually do when you are angry, and chop the lonely ghosts who dare to stop you from calling the police. Okay, okay, go now."

Xiaolan:?

Looking at her father's annoying expression, Xiaolan felt her back teeth itching a little.

Suddenly I wanted to chop Odo-san to death...

"Dad!" Xiaolan took a deep breath, "Karate is karate, how can it possibly beat a ghost!"

Just when Xiaolan was still reluctant to call the police, a voice suddenly emerged from the crowd.

"Why did you insist on sending a little girl to the police alone in the middle of the night? It's too dangerous."

After this person spoke, someone immediately followed up, "That's right, that's right. Besides, even though you're a detective, we don't know if it's real or fake. Who knows if you're just pretending?"

"What if you were the one who killed the person? People on our island are usually quite harmonious. You are the only outsiders here. If someone dies, you will definitely be the first suspect."

"Then asking you to call the police is totally inappropriate. It's fine if you're allowed to call the police, but now you want to sneak out? I don't think that's possible."

A group of people were talking to each other.

It seems to be a reasonable suspicion, but the implication is that Uncle Maori and others are the real murderers of this case.

Even if it is not the case, they cannot call the police.

Uncle Maori was so angry when he heard this that his beard stood up straight.

"You are simply exaggerating!"

He was about to continue speaking when he was interrupted by Conan's voice.

"Uncles, what you said is wrong. We are the only ones who can call the police. As for your suspicion, that's impossible because we haven't been in the community center since this afternoon! We even went to eat before coming in. There are people who can testify to this!"

Chapter 334 World View Props! Conan’s...???

"We don't even know when the person died, so how can you say it has nothing to do with you? So what if there are witnesses? Who knows what happened?"

Conan's words caused someone in the crowd to shout and question again.

"First of all, as I've already said, we've been outside since this afternoon. Someone can testify to this. Whether you believe it or not, this is the truth."

"Secondly, I just checked the doors and windows in this room. The door was locked. The window was also locked, but something went wrong. It opened when I pushed it."

Conan didn't notice this when he opened the window.

But later, when Uncle Maori stuck his head out, he came back to his senses from the messy traces on the beach outside and noticed the problem with the window lock.

"But the window wasn't pried open from the outside; instead, the lock was broken from the inside, which means it was most likely done by someone who was attending the memorial service."

"Although we went to eat some time ago, we ate at the intersection of the street not far from here. If anyone came or left, we could see it clearly."

"Maybe we've missed some, but you should be aware of who's leaving or arriving, right? After all, we're the only outsiders on this island."