Chapter 312 This tone is just too disgusting!

"Excuse me, how did you come to know about Keiji Aso?"

Conan tilted his head slightly, his tone tinged with naivety and innocence, but his eyes held a calmness that only a truly mature person could possess.

Kogoro Mouri and Ran, who were standing nearby, did not stop Conan. Instead, they also turned their attention to Sonomi, clearly wanting to know the answer to the question Conan had asked.

It seems there's nothing that can't be said.

Yuanmei responded to Conan in a very generous and natural manner: "We came here not only to travel, but also because someone sent us a letter of request."

"A letter of authorization?" Conan was taken aback.

Uncle Mori, who was standing to the side, was also stunned.

Ran quickly pressed on, "So, the person who sent you the letter was Keiji Aso?"

Yuanmei did not deny it, but nodded slightly: "That's right. When I received the commission, I was also very puzzled, so I sent someone to check. It turned out that this gentleman had passed away many years ago."

"So you already knew about Keiji Aso's situation before you came?" Conan, now regaining his senses, asked again.

"Yes."

"If that's the case, you must also find this matter very strange, right?" Conan frowned slightly as he looked at her, then glanced at Wang Changsheng again: "Then why did you bring a child here? Aren't you afraid something might happen?"

Conan's words added a hint of surprise to Sonomi's otherwise indifferent expression.

It seems they didn't expect Conan to be such a young child.

How could someone say such a thing?

What do you mean by bringing children here?

Isn't he just a little kid himself?

He speaks as if he's an adult.

Yuanmei couldn't help but chuckle: "Little one, you're quite interesting. You seem like a little adult, haha~"

As Sonomi finished speaking, Conan's previously composed expression vanished.

He awkwardly scratched the back of his head, then chuckled twice, his tone becoming quite innocent again: "Huh? Really? Thank you for the compliment, but I just like reading detective novels and watching detective TV shows! I've heard that watching these kinds of things often makes you smarter!"

Wang Changsheng watched Conan pretending to be stupid, a slight smile playing on his lips.

I almost made fun of him on the spot.

If there weren't other people around, Wang Changsheng would definitely have recorded Conan's current state from every angle.

This could be a very valuable asset for the future.

"You brat, the adults are talking, why are you interrupting?"

Just then, Uncle Mori seemed to finally realize something.

He gave Conan's head a good rub.

It's described as gentle, but it's actually almost no different from hitting.

While he was giving Conan a good talking-to, he chuckled and said, "What's with all this talk about being smart? This kid just watches too many detective shows. Now he wants to meddle in everything he does. He's driving me crazy."

"Don't worry about him, let's continue talking." Uncle Mori pushed Conan aside, completely ignoring Conan's pained forehead and the pitiful tears welling up in his eyes.

Ran pulled Conan over again and gently rubbed the big bump on his head.

Look at this beating done to the child.

"Don't bully the little boy too much. Although he's a boy, he should be hit a little harder, but this little boy already has several big bumps on his head. You hit him a bit too hard," Yuanmei said with a light laugh.

"Haha, you're right, you're absolutely right." Kogoro Mori echoed and affirmed Sonomi's words.

After chatting for a few more minutes, Sonomi finally answered Conan's question: "It's just a request, there's no danger at all, kid. Don't worry, I'll handle everything. Besides, aren't you here too?"

Sonomi changed the subject: "Mr. Mori, since you also received the request, and it was sent by that fictitious Keiji Aso, you must have already learned some things about the situation at the office, right?"

"Huh? Ah, yes." Kogoro Mouri was taken aback, then nodded. "When I was at the government office just now, I asked about Keiji Aso, but I learned that he had already passed away."

Although Sonomi had just arrived and hadn't entered the public hall yet, she revealed some information that Uncle Mori hadn't said.

"You know that Keiji Aso passed away more than ten years ago."

Uncle Mori nodded, not denying it. Conan had asked him this question when he was at the office, and he knew about the situation.

Yuan Mei parted her bright red lips slightly and glanced at Wang Changsheng as she spoke.

There was an indescribable meaning in his eyes.

She didn't avoid mentioning Wang Changsheng, nor did she avoid mentioning the two children, Conan.

Instead, he openly shared everything he knew: "However, you may not know that Keiji Aso's death was quite bizarre."

"Oh?" Uncle Mori's expression immediately turned serious, his thick eyebrows furrowing. "Is there some hidden story here? Could you tell me more?"

Conan also looked at Sonomi, and couldn't help but recall when he asked a staff member about Keiji Aso at the office earlier. The staff member's expression immediately became strange, as if he shouldn't have asked this person.

"I had people investigate. It's said that Keiji Aso first killed his wife, and didn't even spare his children. After eliminating his family, he burned the house down, and he himself died in the fire..."

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Sonoko and Uncle Mori looked at each other, her pale purple eyes appearing quite calm.

When she said those words, Wang Changsheng couldn't even sense any emotion in her voice.

Uncle Mori didn't seem to feel anything, but after hearing Sonomi's words, he looked very surprised: "He's so cruel? This kind of behavior is simply animalistic!"

Conan: "..."

Seeing the look of disgust on Uncle Mori's face towards Keiji Aso, Conan subtly twitched the corner of his mouth, then tilted his head back and, in front of Ran, asked Sonomi in a childlike voice, "Who would use such a bad person's name to send us letters of request? He's been dead for so long, so anyone using his name must have some connection to him, right?"

"This pretty lady, do you know anyone else Keiji Aso knows?" Conan asked the crucial question in just a few words.

Uncle Mori, belatedly realizing what was happening, nodded dumbfoundedly: "Right, right, the person who played this prank must know Keiji Aso, but who is it?"

He touched his chin with one hand and rested the other on his chest, looking deep in thought.

"Well..." Sonomi smiled, "I'm not really sure."

Not getting an answer from Sonomi, Conan, though he didn't believe she knew nothing at all, still nodded: "It doesn't matter if you don't know, we still have ways to find the person who sent us the letter."

Sonomi even knows how Keiji Aso died, something the people on the island probably don't want to talk about.

That's also why he couldn't get an answer from the staff at the government office earlier.

The people on the island were unwilling to talk about it. What they heard Wang Changsheng, that brat, saying to himself was that they had never been to this island before; they had only sent people to investigate and learned about these things.

So, who else does Keiji Aso know?

What is his network of connections like?

Doesn't Yuanmei know this?

Conan expressed disbelief.

However, he still doesn't know what kind of commission the person who placed the commission with them had placed with Sonomi.

Conan even instinctively doubted whether she had actually sent him a letter of request.

However, Conan felt that there shouldn't be any problem with this.

After all, he's been dead for over ten years. Yuan Mei forged a letter of authorization and came here for a vacation, bringing along Wang Changsheng and all those burdens. It doesn't seem like she's going to do anything.

As for the specifics, if Sonomi really did receive the letter of authorization, we may have to wait until we see the original letter to deduce the real reason she came here.

"What?! You know how we can find the person who sent us the letter?" Uncle Mori suddenly looked at Conan and warned, "Hey kid, don't think you can spout nonsense just because you've watched a couple more detective shows!"

"I'm not making this up!" Conan shouted. "Most of what I watch is based on facts!"

"Little friend, what are your thoughts? Tell me." Sonomi spoke slowly, her beautiful eyes looking at Conan with great interest.

Wang Changsheng looked at this guy, also a little curious about what he would say.

With his outstanding performance, does no one doubt that he is a bit too exceptional for a child?

"Ahem!" Conan coughed lightly when he saw that everyone's attention was on him, and still maintained his rationality by speaking his opinion in a childlike tone.

"Well, before I came here, I learned something useful on TV: if you want to send a letter, you usually have to stamp it with a small stamp indicating where you are located."

Ran nodded: "That's right, Conan, what you're talking about should be called a postmark."

"Oh, so it's called a postmark~" Conan described in a childish voice.

Upon hearing this, Wang Changsheng felt he could barely suppress the urge to smirk. He forcibly restrained himself from doing so.

Why does this guy talk in such a disgusting way?

It's disgusting.

That's so fake!

I glanced at the people around me out of the corner of my eye and found that no one seemed to care.

He fell silent again.

"I don't usually speak to people in this tone, do I?"

Just as Wang Changsheng was having doubts, Conan continued, looking at Uncle Mori: "Uncle Mori, didn't that letter of request sent to us also have a postmark? That should be the postmark of this island, right?"

Uncle Mori nodded: "That seems to be the case, so what?"

"..." Conan glanced at Uncle Mori without leaving a trace, a hint of disdain in his eyes, but he still spoke up: "So, shouldn't the person who sent us the letter be someone from Moonshadow Island?"

Upon hearing this, Uncle Mori suddenly realized what was going on and clapped his hands: "That makes sense!"

Watching the interaction between the two, Sonoko, though still wearing an elegant and proper smile, had a hint of suspicion in her eyes.

"How could this incredibly famous detective, who's been in the news every day, not have thought of something so simple? He actually needed a child to enlighten him..."

Her gaze fell on Conan, who was still talking non-stop.

"Also, this island doesn't seem to be very developed. It seems that the island's residents all rely on fishing for a living."

"And the person who sent you the letter also paid you a commission fee of 500,000 yen. Although it's not a particularly large amount, it must be quite a sum for the people on this island, right?"

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"If someone can pay you so much money all at once, they must have a certain economic foundation on this island. Otherwise, 500,000 yuan would be enough for a family to live on for a long time."

At this point, Conan paused, then turned his gaze to Sonomi standing to the side: "I'd like to ask this beautiful lady, did the person who sent you the letter pay you a service fee?"

Hearing Conan's question, Sonoko smiled politely and generously. She paused slightly, then nodded: "Payment has been made."

Although she spoke frankly, Reigen Shinryu, who was standing next to Wang Changsheng, sensed that she seemed somewhat hesitant.

He's fooled so many people before, so he's incredibly good at understanding people's emotions.

However, what puzzled him was that it was just a commission fee; if it was paid, it was paid; if it wasn't paid, it wasn't paid. Why was he hesitant?

Although puzzled, Reigen Arataka didn't think too much about it, assuming that perhaps the chaebol's wife didn't want to tell these commoners too much.

After all, they're from a conglomerate; it's normal for them to have all sorts of tempers.

In Reigen Arataka's opinion, this zaibatsu wife named Daidouji Sonomi already had a very good personality.

There was absolutely no arrogant attitude on their part.

Of course, if you really observe carefully, you can clearly see the aura of someone in a superior position emanating from her.

She didn't want to tell them whether the client had paid any fees, or perhaps she thought the fees were too small and therefore didn't care about them and didn't consider them fees at all.

Reigen Arataka shook his head inwardly, thinking that a zaibatsu was indeed a zaibatsu.

That's 500,000!

You know, he usually only gets commissions worth around 100,000 to 200,000 yuan, just enough to make ends meet.

Even tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands are an exaggeration...

Lower is the normal situation.

Reigen Arataka sighed inwardly.

Why are there such big differences between people?