Zongman: This friendly communication system is too friendly

Chapter 342 Special Skill: The Art of Speaking

"Uncle Maori, that secretary should have been interrogated, right?"

Conan suddenly came to his senses, raised his head and asked Uncle Maori.

"Yes." Uncle Maori nodded. "He admitted nothing, though. Of course, the police discovered Mr. Hirata's motive when they investigated the scene."

"Oh? What did the police officers find at the scene?" Conan's originally drowsy mind suddenly became a little clearer.

Wang Changsheng also showed some interest.

"We found a secret door under the piano of the deceased. It was hidden very deep. If it weren't for the carefulness of Inspector Megure and the others, it would have been easily overlooked." Uncle Maori frowned.

"There is a secret door under the piano?!" Conan immediately thought of too many possibilities.

"Yeah." Uncle Maori's face didn't look very good. He still had a cigarette in his hand. He nodded and put it back in his mouth.

The people sitting next to him were not strangers, and the information was not confidential, so he had no need to hide it.

"What's in there?" Conan asked.

Uncle Maori didn't answer immediately. He remained silent for a moment, then sighed, "Drugs, lots of drugs."

"What?!" Conan was stunned.

Xiaolan standing by was also staring at her father blankly.

"Then... based on what the police officer said, Hideo Kawashima and the secretary gathered at the community center late at night in order to hide drugs, right?" Conan immediately thought of this.

Uncle Maori nodded noncommittally: "That's right."

"Now that there's evidence of guilt, no matter how careful they are, they'll still leave fingerprints or other traces, right? Even at this point, the secretary still refuses to admit it?" Conan frowned.

At this time, a police officer came over.

"Detective Maori." The police officer greeted Detective Maori respectfully.

"Is there any new progress?" Uncle Maori turned his head and asked.

"Yes." The officer nodded slightly. "The suspect, Hirata Kazuaki, has admitted what he did."

"The suspect, using his identity to facilitate, had long ago begun to engage in improper transactions with the deceased. The piano was used specifically for storing stolen money and stolen goods. Whenever they needed to trade, they would go there to conduct the transaction."

This seemingly young policeman did not hide anything and told everything he knew.

After all, he was asked by Inspector Megure to tell Detective Mori about the situation.

"Um, police brother, did the secretary admit that he killed Kawashima Hideo?" Conan suddenly asked.

"No." The officer shook his head. "Although he admitted to colluding with the deceased to sell contraband, he flatly denied that he had killed the deceased."

"Hmph, what's the point of denying it?" Uncle Maori snorted coldly. "The contraband has been found, and he's admitted that he and the deceased did it together. Isn't the situation clear enough? It must be because they didn't share the spoils equally that these things happened! He definitely killed the person!"

After hearing the police officer say that Hirata Kazuaki had admitted that he and the deceased were involved in drug trafficking, Uncle Maori decisively expressed his long-held opinion.

Conan ignored Uncle Maori's inexplicable confidence and asked again: "Have you found out anything about the handprints on the beach? What is Hirata and Akira's attitude towards those handprints?"

Speaking of this, the police officer's expression suddenly became a little confused.

He shook his head. "No, those handprints are very strange. There are no fingerprints on them. Although they are very close to human palms, after identification, they are definitely not human palms. We guess they are probably some simulated human hands."

"As for the suspect, he said he had no knowledge of this."

After hearing what the police said, Conan fell silent again and felt disappointed.

The detectives actually had no way to deal with the handprints on the beach and found nothing.

It seems that the murderer who did all this is really not a simple person.

"Damn it! There are so many traces, there should be some loopholes. How is it possible that we can't find anything?" Conan felt very upset.

According to common sense, if a suspect chooses to tamper with something in order to erase a trace, he will definitely leave more traces.

But this point seems to be ineffective here and has no effect at all.

"Damn it, is there really a ghost haunting us?"

As soon as this idea came into Conan's mind, he immediately threw it behind his mind with a sneer.

"This is simply impossible!"

There seemed to be sparks flashing in his eyes.

It seemed that the murderer's sophisticated methods aroused his competitive spirit.

After the police officer explained the situation to Uncle Maori, he left in a hurry. They had few people but a lot of things to do, so he needed to go back and help quickly.

After he left, Asai Narumi also finished taking the statement and walked out.

"Dr. Asai, you came out like this? How are you? Are you okay?"

The moment he saw Asai Narimi, Uncle Maori immediately took out the cigarette from his mouth, put it in his pocket, and then greeted Asai Narimi with a smile.

Wang Changsheng also looked over.

"Thank you for your concern, Detective Mori. I'm fine. I just felt a little dizzy while taking the statement, so I asked the police officers to let me go back and wash my face first. After I've cleaned up and refreshed myself, I'll come back to cooperate with their investigation." Asai Narimi looked a little weak. He raised a shy smile at the corner of his mouth, which stunned Uncle Mori.

"No, you're not feeling well?" Uncle Maori said attentively, "Then you should go back and rest. Do you need me to take you home?"

"No thanks." Asai Narimi declined. "I can go back on my own. I won't bother you, Detective."

"Well... well then." Uncle Maori looked rather regretful. "Then you better be careful on the road. If anything happens, call the police. They're all here now."

Looking at the eager and attentive Uncle Maori, Wang Changsheng, who was sitting there, couldn't help but look at him with a little disdain.

"You're just doing this every day. You're useless. No wonder Xiaolan's mother doesn't want you."

"Thank you for your concern." Asai Narumi thanked him again, then raised his eyes and looked at the clock hanging on the wall with a normal expression, as if he just wanted to see what time it was.

"Then I'll take my leave first." Asai Narimi politely bowed to Uncle Mori and then strode out of the office.

"Hmm?" Conan couldn't help but feel puzzled as he watched Asai Narimi walk away. "Didn't Doctor Asai say she wasn't feeling well? How could she be walking so fast?"

"Why are you so nosy? I just feel uncomfortable and want to go back quickly. It's normal for me to walk faster!" Uncle Maori glared at Conan.

After scolding Conan, Uncle Maori felt much better.

Once the mood is good, people tend to start to have wild thoughts.

"But now the murderer has been caught, and the case will probably be solved soon. I wonder if this incident will make me appear in the news again?"

"..." Looking up at the smug-looking Uncle Maori, Conan twitched his lips, "Could this secretary really be the murderer?"

He cleared his throat and asked another question: "Did Inspector Megure give any explanation about the music score?"

"Music score?" Uncle Maori was immersed in the beautiful dream of seeing himself on TV again after returning home. Suddenly hearing Conan's question, he subconsciously shook his head, "Not yet..."

As soon as he said that, he reacted and glared at Conan with some dissatisfaction: "The music score incident must have been done by Hirata Kazuaki. We just need to let the police interrogate him again. I believe we will get the result soon."

Just listening to his answer, Conan relied on having Xiaolan by his side. As long as he didn't say anything too suicidal, Xiaolan would definitely not let Uncle Maori hit him.

So Conan confidently started a debate with Uncle Maori about the music score and the handprints on the beach.

In fact, neither side had a clear topic of debate.

But I just want you to question and refute me one by one.

It’s similar to Wang Changsheng and Xiaoke’s usual state.

“?o?o?…” Wang Changsheng looked at the two of them helplessly and shook his head.

Since Xiaolan looked at him apologetically, Wang Changsheng smiled at her: "Uncle Maori and Conan seem to have a good relationship, just like father and son."

【News】: You choked two people with just one sentence

[News]: You have acquired a special skill - the art of speaking!

[News]: Negative points from Edogawa Conan +1000

【News】: Negative points from Maori Kogoro +1000

[The Art of Speaking]: Your words and actions have a certain weight. Your words are easier to convince others, but also more likely to cause negative emotions in others.

"Huh? The art of speaking? A pretty good skill." After taking a look at the system's introduction, Wang Changsheng was quite satisfied with this reward.

At this time, he slowly stood up and said, "Uncle Maori, I'm going to the bathroom. You two can continue to cultivate your relationship."

【News】: Negative points from Maori Kogoro +1000

[News]: Negative points from Edogawa Conan +1000

After saying this, Wang Changsheng stood up and left them.

As expected, the two of them gave him another 2000 negative points.

After all, the record has been completed, and Wang Changsheng has a general understanding of the structure of the village office.

He walked to the toilet and entered the cubicle.

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broadcast room.

Asai Narimi, who was saying goodbye to Uncle Mori, appeared here.

"Village Chief, how are you now?"

His voice was so soft, as if it was going to turn into a soft kitten, stirring people's heartstrings.

In front of Asai Narumi, Kuroiwa Tatsuji was lying comfortably on a recliner, receiving a massage from Asai Narumi.

"With your massage, I feel much better and less tense." Kuroiwa Tatsuji's voice sounded very enjoyable. "As expected of Dr. Asai, your massage technique is amazing."

"Thank you for the compliment." Asai Narimi smiled gently, his eyes lowered as he looked at the closed-eyed figure beneath him. "I'm honored to be able to help the village chief. Village chief, you're always busy with all sorts of things, working for the welfare of the island's villagers. It must be very hard work."

"Well, who said it wasn't? But since I'm the village chief, I should always do more for everyone." Kuroiwa Tatsuji seemed to be very pleased with Asai Narimi's praise, and the smile on his face became even bigger.

"Just now, I saw you had a headache, so I thought of bringing you here for a massage. Village Chief, you said 'what a coincidence', but did you have other people scheduled to meet here? You're really busy. With something like this happening on the island, you're still so busy."

The trickling sound of Asai Narimi's voice like a spring reached Kuroiwa Tatsuji's ears. It was originally a comforting word, but it made the man who was enjoying himself immediately restrain the smile on his lips.

His expression seemed much more indifferent, and his face became stern: "I did make an appointment with someone, but this matter has nothing to do with you."

His meaning was very clear, which was to ask Asai Narumi not to ask any further questions.

Asai Narimi immediately understood and gave an apologetic smile. "I'm so sorry. It just occurred to me, so I just asked as a casual chat. I guess you're just doing official business, so it's normal that you're not in a position to chat for long."

He didn't seem to want to delve into this topic any further. Instead, he shifted slightly and said softly, "The next position isn't convenient here. Please lie down over there. The platform used for broadcasting is perfect."

Upon hearing this, Kuroiwa Tatsuji nodded slightly and stood up.

The head massage that Asai Narumi just gave him did relieve his headache symptoms a lot and he felt really comfortable.

So even though Asai Narumi's question just now spoiled his mood a little, it was just an unintentional mistake after all. He was very generous and didn't dwell on it too much.

Instead, he walked towards the broadcasting station in the direction pointed by Asai Narumi.

"This is a bit uncomfortable." After lying down, Kuroiwa Tatsuji always felt uncomfortable.

"You just feel uncomfortable." Asai Narimi's voice sounded behind him, and his tone sounded very calm.

"Oh? Is it because of some special reason?" Kuroiwa Tatsuji thought that the function keys on these radio stations were pressing on certain acupuncture points of his, which could help him promote qi and blood circulation, making the massage more effective.

"Yes, you will know soon. What I am going to do next will be very useful to you. Basically, you won't feel anything in an instant." Asai Narumi's voice sounded with a hint of smile.

"Really? So amazing? Could it be a special technique that you, Dr. Asai, learned in the big city?" Kuroiwa Tatsuji, who was lying prone, was a little surprised, but also a little expectant. "Then I'll leave it to you."

"Hehe, it's a very special technique. I spent a long time learning it."

Behind Kuroiwa Tatsuji, Asai Narumi pulled out a shiny knife from somewhere.

The blade reflected a bright, cold light under the lights of the broadcasting room.

However, there was a smile on Asai Narumi's lips.

Chapter 343 Death is just the beginning

"I'm about to start, Uncle Kuroiwa."

Asai Narumi's voice echoed slowly in the broadcasting room.

Kuroiwa Tatsuji was about to respond, but suddenly realized that Asai Narimi's way of addressing him was a little strange.

"Why is it called that..."

Kuroiwa Tatsuji was about to ask Asai Narimi why he called him uncle, but he could never say the second half of his sentence.