Zongman: This friendly communication system is too friendly

Seeing Uncle Maori looking at him, the old policeman suddenly had an idea in his head, and he stammered, "I remembered another thing..."

Chapter 339 Conan: Why aren’t you the one lying on the ground?

"Oh? Policeman, what have you thought of?"

Hearing the old policeman say this, Uncle Maori immediately became interested.

As he walked back, he glanced at the old policeman with some dissatisfaction, and then grumbled, "You should have told me any clues as soon as possible. What made you remember it only now?"

The old policeman smiled a little embarrassedly.

He hadn't thought of it at first, after all, he didn't think it was particularly strange at the time.

But now with Hirata and Akira's strange behavior in mind, he felt something was very wrong when he thought back to what happened before.

"I didn't think it was a big deal at first. After all, I'm the only police officer on the island, so I have to go out on patrol occasionally at night."

The old policeman recalled what he had seen and told everything in detail.

"And then there were the patrols where I would sometimes run into the deceased and the secretary..."

Before the old policeman finished speaking, Conan suddenly interrupted with a strange look: "You said you met them when you were on patrol at night? Were they the only two, or were there others? What were they doing at the time?"

Faced with Conan's questioning like interrogating a criminal, the old policeman was not angry, but just smiled at him kindly.

In his eyes, children are always cute.

This is also very energetic.

As he got older, he found that he had become more fond of spiritual people and things.

"Yes, there are only two of them, but I'm not sure what they do."

The old policeman shook his head and continued, "I only saw them at the community center while on patrol. You still need to ask him what they did specifically."

As he spoke, the old policeman set his eyes on Hirata Kazuaki.

The others also looked at him.

Conan frowned and said nothing.

But Uncle Maori jumped out again.

"Haha, I understand!"

Wang Changsheng was stunned when he heard his decisive words.

"This old man understands again? What does he understand?"

As soon as doubts arose in his mind, Uncle Maori took the initiative to explain them to him.

"Originally, I might have wondered why you clashed with Mr. Kawashima Hideo and ended up killing him, but now, isn't your motive exposed?"

Uncle Maori's eagle-like eyes were fixed on Hirata Kazuaki.

With a look of scrutiny, he spoke slowly, word by word, "I presume you must have had some unspeakable connection with the deceased, mixed with some conflicting interests, but you both have a disagreement."

"Uuuuuuu..."

Hirata Kazuaki struggled to speak, but the tape on his mouth held all his words back in his stomach.

Uncle Maori pretended not to see it and continued to state his own opinions and speculations.

"So, during the memorial service for the former village chief, you, due to a previous conflict of interest, tracked down the deceased and invited him to the beach. Perhaps you wanted him to agree to a request of yours, but he refused. So, in a rage, you brutally murdered him and drowned him in the sea."

"Huh, that's the truth, right?"

Uncle Maori smiled confidently.

"Uuuuuuu..."

"Don't be so quick to deny it. You probably didn't expect that you and the deceased would be caught by a patrolling police officer when you chose to meet here in the middle of the night, right?"

"All the evidence points to this fact, and there is only one truth!"

Uncle Maori suddenly pointed at Hirata Kazuaki who was cowering in the corner.

"The murderer is you!"

His expression was clear as day, as if he understood everything.

Wang Changsheng's eyelids twitched as he listened.

Although Uncle Maori's result was wrong.

But his process was also half right.

of course.

Even if the process is half right, it is of no use.

If you go in the wrong direction, you will never reach your destination no matter how you walk.

"No wonder everyone says that the murderer identified by Uncle Mori or Inspector Megure is Jinshui. Although the reasoning is very smooth, it is too superficial." Wang Changsheng shook his head.

Didn’t you see that Conan didn’t say a word and was just standing there thinking?

Uncle Maori's reasoning.

He only had four big words to offer——

Don't bother.

"No words? You have nothing to say, and there's no way to explain it!"

Suddenly, Uncle Maori raised his proud little head and said these words proudly.

It was at this moment that everyone fell silent.

Even Hirata Kazuaki, who had been making "mmmmm" sounds, stopped struggling.

His expression was no longer as frightened, but rather looked a little weird.

The pair of eyes that seemed to be looking at a fool fell directly on Uncle Maori.

"Huh? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Uncle Maori saw that no one responded, and instead everyone was looking at him strangely, and he couldn't help but come back to his senses from his brilliant reasoning.

When his gaze looked around and finally landed on Hirata and Akira, he was stunned.

"Huh? There's still tape on your mouth." Uncle Maori smiled awkwardly, then walked forward and grabbed the corner of the tape on Hirata and Akira's mouths with one hand.

"hiss"

There was a crisp sound.

What followed was Hirata and Akira's slightly miserable cries.

"Ah—it hurts!"

[Message]: Negative points from Hirata Kazuaki +444

After howling, Hirata Kazuaki ignored the pain in his mouth and flatly denied everything that Mori had just said. "No! I never saw Kawashima! It must have been too dark at the time, and the old policeman must have seen it wrong!"

"Are you saying that my eyesight is blurry?" Hirata Kazuaki's words made the old policeman unhappy.

"That's not what I meant..." Hirata Kazuaki wanted to explain.

However, the old policeman's words were quite certain: "The person following Mr. Kawashima must be you. Although I am a little older, my eyesight is still good."

Uncle Maori also came over to join in.

He started to attack Hirata and Akira.

time flies.

When Hirata Kazuaki said "It's not me" for the umpteenth time, the day was completely over.

All the pointers reached zero.

"Gudu"

Uncle Maori drank some water with a dry mouth.

It had been a long time since he had experienced such a satisfying reasoning.

It was a good opportunity this time, and there was no need for the police to be around. Uncle Mori spent a lot of time to build it by himself, asking Hirata and Ming to build it.

"Some people call me the Sleeping Detective. Although I don't have much impression of me, I think I should be as heroic as I am now." Uncle Maori was very proud.

Seeing that Hirata Kazuaki seemed very thirsty, Uncle Maori asked Conan to bring him some water to drink.

"Okay, it's getting late. I don't think anyone else will come over. You guys should pack up and go to bed first."

After Conan delivered water to Hirata and Akira, Uncle Maori also gave instructions to the younger generations.

After all, I still have to stay here all night.

Of course, we can’t all sleep.

So Uncle Maori discussed it with the old policeman.

Each of them kept watch for half the night.

Now let the old policeman, Conan, Wang Changsheng and others go to sleep first.

When the time comes, he will call the old policeman to take over.

"Okay." Conan nodded obediently.

Uncle Maori asked the two little boys, Conan and Wang Changsheng, to go to the toilet first.

As for Xiaolan, she shook her head to indicate that she would not go.

What a joke! Just having to spend the night next to a dead body was enough to terrify her.

Do you have to run to the bathroom by yourself so late at night?

There are no doors!

You can't blame Xiaolan for being scared, after all, the restrooms in the community center are separate for men and women.

Of course, other places should be the same.

But the men's and women's restrooms in the community center are one on this side and one on that side.

So even if she went with Wang Changsheng and Conan, she would have to go alone unless she could bring Asai Narumi along.

It was just when Xiaolan asked him.

Asai Narumi said he had already gone to the toilet.

Fortunately, she didn't have any urge to defecate, so she should be able to hold it in for the night.

"Okay, then big brother, are you going?" Conan raised his head and looked at Linghuan Xinlong beside Wang Changsheng.

"Go." Linghuan Xinlong nodded.

"Then let's go quickly." Conan grabbed Wang Changsheng's hand, and then ran out before Linghuan Xinlong.

"Why are you running in such a hurry? Are you in a hurry to reincarnate?" Wang Changsheng let Conan hold his hand and run away.

[News]: Negative points from Edogawa Conan +999

Hey ~

This is the main character.

Just one sentence will earn you a thousand negative points.

A guy who doesn't look like Hirata and Akira.

Two hundred or five hundred, very stingy.

"I'm a little anxious!" Conan rolled his eyes.

Hearing him say this, Wang Changsheng just shrugged his shoulders and did not expose his little thoughts.

Sure enough, he was quiet for less than two seconds.

Conan couldn't hold it in any longer.

He let go of Wang Changsheng's hand, placed his arms behind his head, leaned back, and asked in a seemingly nonchalant tone, "Brother Changsheng, why do I feel like you're not at all surprised by what's happening here? It's like you've already expected this. Is this a coincidence?"

Hearing this, Wang Changsheng smiled without changing his expression.