Zongman: This friendly communication system is too friendly

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"Ah!" Conan cried out in pain, "Why did you hit me?"

I was on guard against it but failed to prevent it.

When he let his guard down, he was suddenly punched.

This person... this Wang Changsheng...

Why is he so sword-like!!!

Conan was so angry that he almost died.

His exclamation caused the adults in front to turn their heads.

Wang Changsheng's face suddenly showed a gentle and well-behaved smile: "Just now, brother Conan wanted to run around alone, and I stopped him. Sorry."

Conan: "???"

How could I run around?

"He released..." Conan was about to argue, but when he looked up, he saw the death ray in Wang Changsheng's eyes.

He suddenly fell silent.

"You are being naughty again. Just stay with your brother Changsheng, listen to him and don't make trouble!" Uncle Maori said to Conan with an expression of "as expected". Then he turned around and started chatting with Sonomi and Asai Narumi.

Seeing that everyone's attention was diverted.

Wang Changsheng then lowered his voice and said to Conan: "Okay, continue talking, and remember to speak properly."

If it’s your line, just use it.

If not, who will hit you?

Looking at Wang Changsheng's eyes which were as calm as a deep pool, Conan was angry but dared not speak out.

He could only speak aggrievedly about what he had seen in the piano room and his own speculations.

"The doors and windows of the piano room were locked, but the locks on the windows had been broken from the inside. I also saw obvious signs of a body being dragged on the ground. I think someone must have tricked the deceased out, killed him, and then dragged him back into the room. This is evident from many traces, and the murderer is most likely someone who came to the party."

Conan spoke his speculations quickly, as if he was reporting official business.

But then he frowned again.

"But those marks on the beach between the door and the seashore are beyond my comprehension."

Conan crossed his arms.

It's still a bit cold here at night.

"What traces?" Wang Changsheng asked when Conan talked about the topic that interested him.

"Can't you go and see it yourself?" Conan glared at Wang Changsheng unhappily.

However, the latter said confidently: "If I had gone to see it myself, why would I ask you?"

"Hmph." Conan rolled his eyes. "There are no traces of a body being dragged on the beach, nor are there any footprints. Instead, there are many large and small handprints pressed on it. Don't you think this is strange?"

Hearing this, Wang Changsheng nodded pretentiously: "It does seem quite strange."

"What do you mean by 'seems'? It's just very strange!" Conan frowned. "And the weirdest thing is, even though I didn't go out and look at those palm prints carefully, I can still feel that they seem to have been pressed one by one by someone specifically."

"Oh?" Wang Changsheng raised his eyebrows.

"I think those traces are messy, but I haven't seen them all. Maybe those handprints were pressed down by the murderer specifically to confuse people. There must be his footprints mixed in!" Conan expressed his speculation.

"Oh." Wang Changsheng nodded.

Hearing him say this, Wang Changsheng really wanted to reassure him that no matter how he looked at that time, he would never be able to find any footprints or dragging marks.

At that time, he relied on so many magic hands, and his efficiency was absolutely amazing.

However, Conan refused to give up.

He pondered as he spoke, "That old policeman is watching over there. Even if the murderer wants to erase all traces tonight, it won't be possible. But after all, after one night, it's not impossible for anything to happen..."

He seemed to be thinking about something and was a little hesitant.

Wang Changsheng looked at him and always felt that this guy was up to some weird ideas.

He quickly interrupted, trying to interrupt his thoughts.

"Speaking of which, those handprints you mentioned, some are large and some are small. Even if the murderer made them on purpose, what did he need to do to make them?"

After hearing Wang Changsheng's words, Conan indeed diverted his attention.

He thought about it and finally shook his head: "It's possible that he specially prepared a prop. I don't know what it is."

"Do you think it's possible that those handprints were made using a special method?"

"Special method?" Conan glanced at Wang Changsheng. "For example?"

"For example, the murderer actually knew magic. He used his magical energy to summon a hand, which made a handprint on the beach, but it disappeared immediately after it was pressed, so there's no evidence to be found. Otherwise, if the murderer had specially prepared props, where could he have hidden them?"

"…Are you farting?"

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Conan looked at Wang Changsheng speechlessly.

"Children are children after all. No matter how different they are, no matter how good their upbringing is, their ideas at this age are always wild and unrestrained."

Conan couldn't help but recall what he was doing when he was Wang Changsheng's age.

"It seems to be in Hawaii?" Conan was a little confused.

But anyway.

Even if the family behind Wang Changsheng started training him since he was in the womb, what can they do?

Even if it is slightly better than his performance at this age, it is only slightly.

"Instead of saying that those handprints were made by the murderer using magic, it would be better to say that they were made by the deceased himself." Conan snorted.

Seeing his look of disbelief, Wang Changsheng shrugged.

Sometimes life is just like that.

You try your best to hide something, but it will definitely be discovered by others.

On the contrary, if you keep a calm mind and speak the truth openly, no one will care whether what you say is true or false, and may even think you are joking.

"Forget it. I knew that nothing useful could come out of your mouth." Conan didn't seem to care about Wang Changsheng's remarks, nor did he take his words to heart. He just waved his hand casually.

Then he asked, "Come to think of it, the content of the letter of commission issued to you by that unknown client is similar to ours, right?"

Although it was a question, Conan said it in the affirmative.

Wang Changsheng recalled what Chise had told him at the time, and then confirmed the contents of their letter of commission from Conan.

Finally nodded.

"About that." Maybe.

Speaking of the letter of commission, Conan's expression became a little serious.

"I've always felt that the contents of that letter of entrustment were a bit strange, but now that things have developed to this point, I can understand some of the words in that letter."

"Oh?" Wang Changsheng raised his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

With him there to support him, Conan was also generous in expressing his opinions.

"The letter of commission issued by the client may not be just a commission. It represents more of a murder notice issued by the client!" Conan narrowed his eyes.

"Murder notice?"

"That's right!" Conan supported his arm with one hand and held his chin with the other. He and Wang Changsheng slowed down their pace in sync, so that they had left the team and were hanging behind.

Linghuan Xinlong originally wanted to follow, but Wang Changsheng signaled him to just stay with Xiaolang.

Lingxuan Xinlong guessed that Wang Changsheng might want to say something special to Conan, so he didn't follow him.

"First of all, the murderer who planned this case and the person who issued the commission should be the same person."

Conan told Wang Changsheng his opinion: "Besides that, the murderer probably won't stop after killing one person. I think he should have a few more people to kill."

"Huh?" Wang Changsheng blinked. "How did you figure that out?"

Hearing Wang Changsheng say this, Conan looked at him strangely: "You said that as if you knew it too."

"Why can't I know?" Wang Changsheng curled his lips and urged, "Tell me how you knew it?"

"Didn't the commission say something? The darkness shrouding Moon Shadow Island will gradually recede. What does 'gradually' mean? Doesn't that mean one by one?"

Conan frowned: "I think this man named Kawashima Hideo may just be the beginning of his death. The murderer will not stop there."

"Well, actually we should have been on site at night. Maybe we would have made some new discoveries." Conan looked up at Uncle Maori in front of him, and then sighed.

He wanted to suggest to Uncle Maori that they spend a night at the community center.

But he was afraid of getting punched twice more.

So I was a little distressed, not knowing whether I should express my thoughts directly or wait until night and sneak out again.

If I go back and sneak back to the scene while Xiaolan is asleep, I will have to find an excuse to fool the old policeman, and there will be a lot of trouble to explain.

All in all it's very inconvenient.

There's no way around it. As a child, he's restricted in every way.

It’s okay to just follow Uncle Maori on a regular basis.

If he were to sneak out and mess around, he would be very restricted.

"Do you want to go back to the scene?" Wang Changsheng looked at Conan and asked.

"Yeah." Conan nodded without hesitation.

"That's easy. I'll help you." Wang Changsheng pondered for two seconds and then smiled.

"You help me? How are you going to help?" Wang Changsheng's words surprised Conan a little, but then there was a bit more vigilance in his eyes.

He had a premonition that Wang Changsheng was going to behave like a monster again.

He was just about to tell Wang Changsheng that he didn't need his help.

But before he could even utter a word, Wang Changsheng had already started shouting, "Uncle Maori! Conan said he wants to go back to the crime scene and guard it!"

"The King of Death lives forever!" Conan was immediately furious.

He wished he could tear Wang Changsheng's mouth open right there and then.

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"Hey, this reward seems to be something." Looking at the prompt that popped up from the system, Wang Changsheng raised his eyebrows subtly.

His blue bar is long now.

But in fact, there is no way to support him to fully use some advanced magic.

I can only throw out a few simplified versions.

In this way, the output cannot keep up, and the power is naturally greatly reduced.

If you really encounter an ultimate boss, you may not be able to defeat him.

But with this infinite mana bar, he can fully use his god-level magic even when facing some unconventional dangers.

"It's just that there's only one hour. If a fight really breaks out, with all the magic bombardments, an hour..." Wang Changsheng frowned, not sure how many fights this blue bar could sustain him.

"what?"

While Wang Changsheng was researching the new rewards of the system, Uncle Maori, who was communicating with Asai Narumi and Sonomi in front, turned his head and his eyes fell on Conan.