Zongman: This friendly communication system is too friendly

"Yes." Wang Changsheng nodded, with a look of confidence on his face.

"When I went over there, I saw two things fighting. The vibration we felt was the aftermath of their fight."

"I felt like those two guys weren't any good, so I took advantage of the moment when they were fighting the most intensely and launched a sneak attack, suppressing them both."

Wang Changsheng said it easily, but Xiaoying was a little worried.

She then sent a voice message: "You made such a big noise just now, classmate Xiao Wang, are you really okay?"

Meeting Xiaoying's concerned gaze, Wang Changsheng couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.

He gently squeezed Sakura's soft hand and said soothingly, "Don't worry, they can't beat me even in a head-on fight, let alone a sneak attack from me."

Kero nodded in agreement and rummaged around in Sakura's pocket.

It also sent a voice message to the others and Sakura: "You don't have to worry about this brat. He is so insidious, cunning and despicable, how could he possibly suffer any loss~"

"Just that fluctuation of magical energy just now, and he still wants to suppress it? I'm afraid that the unlucky guys who just fought have been dealt with by him? Hehe??(???*)"

[News]: Negative points from Wang Changsheng +1000

Wang Changsheng glanced at Xiaoying's pocket.

"So you want to get hit too, right?"

As Wang Changsheng finished speaking, Xiaoke, who was originally smiling, suddenly fell silent.

"Hmph." Wang Changsheng snorted and ignored it. Then he turned to look at Xiaoying, gently pulled her little hand and pulled her to his side.

"Sakura-chan, just stay with me. We can take care of each other if we're together."

Wang Changsheng's voice sounded firm.

Sakura's cheeks flushed a little. Although she was shy, she did not refuse. Instead, she nodded her head silently.

"I understand, Xiao Wang."

While Wang Changsheng, Xiaoying and the others were chatting idly, Conan also pulled Xiaolan back upstairs.

Xiaolan didn't want to bring him up at first, but she couldn't resist this guy's pleading.

After Conan's repeated requests, Xiaolan became a little worried about her father's safety upstairs, and finally brought him to the door of the broadcasting room.

Coming back here, the situation at the crime scene was still so chaotic. Inspector Megure and a group of his men were tinkering around inside.

Uncle Maori is also helping.

"Dr. Asai, what's the current situation?" Seeing that Dr. Asai was still outside the door, Xiaolan couldn't help but move closer and asked in a low voice.

"With such heavy thunder, it might rain. When you went down just now, Detective Maori and the other police officers seemed to be trying to hurry up and record the clues."

Asai Narimi glanced out the window of the broadcasting room: "After all, if it rains heavily, many clues might be washed away."

"Ah, that's a bit troublesome. I hope the police can find some important evidence or clues soon." Xiaolan couldn't help but pray.

If the murderer cannot be caught and it rains heavily, they cannot leave. Then staying on the island will be very dangerous.

Asai Narimi also nodded in agreement: "Yes, I hope the police can find new clues soon."

While no one was paying attention to him, Conan quietly slipped into the broadcasting room again.

At this moment, Inspector Megure was following Uncle Mori around the chair that had broken due to the fluctuation of magical power.

The two men squatted on the ground and discussed with each other.

"What happened just now? How could this chair break on its own for no apparent reason?" Inspector Megure asked with his eyes wide open.

"I don't know. Is there really a ghost haunting us?" Uncle Maori shook his head, thinking of what Ken Nishimoto said when he ran out in a panic after the accident and ended up breaking his head.

"Stop talking nonsense! This is simply impossible!" Inspector Megure glanced at Uncle Maori. "I saw so much sawdust falling from the chair. It's very likely that it's been eaten away by insects."

"As for the ghost? That's simply alarmist!"

"Instead of believing what they say, you should think about it. Are they deliberately making this noise? Or is it the murderer who did it? They're just trying to confuse us."

Inspector Megure's words were firm and decisive. Even though the current broadcast was a mess, he firmly believed that it was man-made or a coincidence.

After he finished speaking, Inspector Megure raised his head again and looked at a police officer at the door.

"You went downstairs to check just now. How's it going? Have you checked everything out? Is the situation like just now only in the broadcasting room?"

The officer he called out nodded slightly. "It's not just the broadcasting room. Some other rooms have been affected as well. We're investigating the situation. We can't rule out the possibility of a power outage caused by the sudden thunderstorm."

Upon hearing this, Inspector Megure nodded immediately, then turned to Uncle Maori and said with a smile: "See, brother Maori? What ghost is this? This must be a coincidence. As a detective, don't believe what others say so easily."

Inspector Megure kept nagging at Uncle Mori, who didn't know what to say and could only laugh dryly.

His eyes immediately caught sight of Conan sneaking in again.

"Boy!"

Uncle Maori suddenly shouted.

Not only Conan, but even Inspector Megure who was about to get up was startled.

My legs almost gave out and I sat down on the ground.

But he still held on very firmly, pretending nothing had happened and slowly stood up.

At this time, Uncle Maori had already walked towards Conan.

Conan was also very cunning. He ran out of the broadcasting room again, hid behind Xiaolan and Asai Narumi, and hugged Xiaolan's thigh.

"Sister Xiaolan, save me!" Conan really didn't want to be beaten again.

"Dad, stop scaring Conan!" Xiaolan cooperated and stood in front of Conan, glaring at her father.

In the end, Uncle Maori was unable to deliver that punch, so he had to order Xiaolan to take him to the first floor to wait.

In fact, Conan had already observed the situation in the broadcasting room, so it was no big deal to be driven away now.

He silently followed Xiaolan back to Wang Changsheng, Yuan Mei and the others.

Even Asai Narimi came along.

After chatting for a while, they waited quietly for the police's arrangements.

Some people who had just finished recording their statements were thinking about leaving, but after experiencing the thunderstorm just now, no one planned to go out.

"Are you scared?" Kinomoto Fujitaka asked gently, standing beside Sonomi.

"Scared?" Yuan Mei rolled her eyes. "How could I be scared? It's just thunder, isn't it?"

Seeing the disdainful expression on Sonomi's face, Kinomoto Fujitaka said nothing, but just smiled faintly: "It's good that you are not afraid. You don't have to be afraid. Even if something happens, there are police here, and I will protect you in front."

Kinomoto Fujitaka's gentle voice slowly reached Sonomi's ears, making her blush for a moment.

But she immediately turned her head away: "You may not be able to beat me, do I need your protection?"

In response to her stubbornness, Fujitaka just continued to smile and did not refute her.

At this time, Conan also came up to Wang Changsheng and Xiaoying.

"Yes, Brother Changsheng, come here for a moment. I have something to ask you." Conan grabbed Wang Changsheng's hand and tried to pull him aside.

Wang Changsheng lowered his eyes, but did not resist. Instead, he let Conan pull him over.

After he stood still, he slowly said, "Little brother Conan, what do you want to ask me?"

"Did you really just go to the toilet just now?" Conan looked up at him.

"Well, what else?" Wang Changsheng did not answer, but asked in return.

"Tsk, just think of it as you going to the toilet." Conan curled his lips and asked, "Then do you think the murderer who killed the village chief this time is the same person who caused the last murder?"

"Maybe, maybe not." Wang Changsheng shrugged and spread his hands towards Conan. "I'm not a policeman, why are you asking me?"

"Besides, wasn't the previous person killed by the village chief's secretary? He has been taken into custody by the police, so it shouldn't be him." Wang Changsheng said casually.

This caused Conan to roll his eyes.

"Hey, it seems like you really want to roll your eyes." Wang Changsheng chuckled, "You're still young, so you're not afraid of facial paralysis."

[News]: Negative points from Edogawa Conan +5418

Chapter 348: Reasoning without Evidence =P

"Just now I heard a police officer say that the guy named Nishimoto Ken seemed to have been scared crazy and is still talking nonsense. Did you know this?"

Conan took a deep breath and tried his best to become a ruthless and expressionless person, so that he could barely remain calm and communicate with Wang Changsheng without cursing at him.

However, every time he restrained himself, Wang Changsheng would almost break his defense with just one word.

"If he's crazy, then he's crazy. I'm not crazy." Wang Changsheng shrugged. "Why are you asking this? Do you want to go crazy too?"

Conan: "..."

[News]: Negative points from Edogawa Conan +1000

"...In short, the murderer of Kawashima Hideo must not be the village chief's secretary! Even the death of Kuroiwa Tatsuji was caused by that murderer!"

Conan's words were very confident, which made Wang Changsheng glance at him sideways.

"How can you be so sure?"

"Huh! Shouldn't this be something easy to understand? Don't you notice any similarities between these two people when they were killed?" Conan tilted his head and looked at him straight.

"Similarities?" Wang Changsheng touched his chin, thoughtfully, "Could it be..."

Seeing him hesitate to speak, Conan's eyes suddenly lit up: "Could it be something?"

"Could it be that they are both dead?"

[News]: Negative points from Edogawa Conan +1000

"I really admire you. Can you please speak properly? They are both dead... why don't you say that you are dead too? Why didn't the murderer stab you to death?" Conan said sarcastically and viciously.

Wang Changsheng looked at him innocently and spread his hands. "I don't like playing detective games like you do. I didn't even go up there just now. I didn't see the crime scene, nor did I see the crime scene at the community center. I know nothing. How can I tell you the similarities? You're just embarrassing me."

He added one more sentence after he finished speaking.

"And what you said was really mean, wasn't it? You have such an ugly face. Why didn't I realize before that you, Conan, are such an evil kid?"

“You…you…(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻”

Conan's little hand trembled as he pointed at Wang Changsheng. He looked trembling, as if he had Parkinson's disease.

If there was a table next to him, he really wanted to overturn it.

"Since I'm asking you, it naturally has nothing to do with the crime scene!" Conan wanted to roar and rant passionately.

However, when he thought about the consequences he might encounter after his outburst - receiving a double beating from Wang Changsheng and Uncle Maori.

Conan swallowed his breath awkwardly again and whispered in a low voice.

"Didn't you notice that when these two people died, there was a piano piece playing?"

Conan didn't know whether Wang Changsheng was pretending or really didn't think of this, but since Wang Changsheng didn't respond to him, he had to point it out directly.

“When Hideo Kawashima died, that piece of music was the first movement of ‘Moonlight’.”

"When Kuroiwa Tatsuji died, the piece of music he was playing was the second movement of Moonlight."

"Isn't this similar enough? Do you need to go to the scene to confirm it? You can hear it even if you use your ears that can only vent air, right?"

Conan's mouth corners were almost raised to the moon.

Wang Changsheng: "Music? I'm not quite sure. Why don't you think it was a ghost killing people? The lights were flickering just now. Don't you think it's strange?"

What the hell is weird (?????)!

Conan pinched himself.

"Stop talking nonsense. I don't believe you haven't noticed that the music sheet left by the real murderer at the scene must be hiding something!"

"I think as long as we can break down the discordant parts in the score, we might be able to get a very crucial clue!" Conan said affirmatively, touching his chin.

But then he frowned again: "But what do those symbols in the music score represent? Those sharps and flats..."

Just when he was about to continue asking Wang Changsheng something, Xiaolan came over and happened to hear his mumbling.

"The one you're talking about should be the black keyboard, right?" Xiaolan blinked.

"Huh?!" Suddenly, Conan's eyes opened slightly, "Black keyboard?"

His expression couldn't help but change, and his head dropped, as if he was thinking about something.