Chapter 324 Conan: You say your piece, I'll just keep talking...

"Since you say you have no connection to this request, and the person who received the request was indeed Daidouji Sonomi, I think you must have already realized that this request is actually a murder threat, right?"

Conan stared intently at Wang Changsheng.

"A murder threat?" Before Wang Changsheng could say anything, the little wolf beside him was completely dumbfounded.

His gaze fell on Wang Changsheng, his eyes filled with deep doubt.

After glancing at Xiaolang, Wang Changsheng thought for a moment and then simply said, "It seems that Zhishi's mother received a request from someone on this island. Perhaps the other party sent her the payment along with it. So, we're not just here for tourism; part of the reason is that Aunt Yuanmei wanted to see if we could fulfill someone's request."

"As for this kid's murder prediction... ignore it."

Conan: ?

Wang Changsheng's words made Conan narrow his eyes slightly.

His first question was whether the guy next to Wang Changsheng, nicknamed Little Wolf, was not with him.

How come you don't even know about this commission?

Did you come with them without knowing anything about it?

Conan didn't believe it at all.

He always felt a sense of unease.

His intuition told him that Wang Changsheng was definitely involved in this commission.

He just needs to find evidence now.

Once he finds the evidence, he'll throw it in this guy's face and see how he denies it then!

Conan rubbed his little tiger teeth.

"Alright, I have no idea what you're talking about." Wang Changsheng glanced at Conan. "I don't like playing detective games either. If you want to follow me, then follow me. If you don't want to follow me, then hurry up and go back to your little sister Ran's side, little brother."

"It's not a good thing to follow someone around in the middle of the night. Be careful, or I might poison you."

Conan: "..."

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Wang Changsheng's last words successfully triggered Conan's previous memories.

He couldn't help but think of what had happened at the amusement park that day.

He followed two men in black who were behaving suspiciously.

He was eventually knocked unconscious and forced to drink a drug, which turned him into the way he is now.

"Damn it, I should have beaten this guy up a couple more times before he shrunk!"

The thought suddenly popped into Conan's mind again.

He was so angry his teeth were itching.

However, he knew that this guy was probably not from the same group of men in black that he had encountered before, so he wasn't too worried about what Wang Changsheng had just said.

That was just to scare him.

And it was successful.

"Hmph!" Conan raised his head, looking rather arrogant. "Detective games are the most interesting games. Playing more of them will also help you become smarter, Brother Changsheng."

Conan's intention was to mock Wang Changsheng, implying that if he couldn't even see that the request was a murder threat, he would be incredibly stupid.

However, to everyone's surprise, Wang Changsheng simply rolled his eyes and then casually said, "Oh, is that so? No wonder you like playing Conan, little friend. So you're too stupid and want to become smarter? I understand your intention, but playing games won't help you become smarter. I suggest you eat more fish and walnuts to nourish your brain."

"After all, you're still so young; your brain is still developing."

Conan: Pfft!

It's another mess.

It's absolutely outrageous!

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A detective's first-person account: This book presents the shocking cases that this detective was involved in from his own perspective.

"A book?" Wang Changsheng raised an eyebrow, not expecting the system to reward him with a book.

However, Wang Changsheng wasn't particularly interested in detective work and cases; he preferred magic and high technology.

So it wouldn't be bad for him to find an opportunity to give this book to Conan.

It should suit Conan's taste quite well, and it could barely be considered a gift that could earn him a little bit of goodwill.

After all, even a donkey can't just pull the millstone without being fed.

Conan has given him so many negative points and various rewards; he should at least show some appreciation.

Just like Xiao Ke, even though the two of them argue, Wang Changsheng would occasionally bring it some pastries specially made by the chef at home.

If you have anything to argue about, you can do it after you finish eating.

Or you can eat it after you've finished arguing.

Or they might eat and make noise at the same time.

This situation will occur more often.

Sometimes, when Wang Changsheng is having a "friendly" conversation with Xiao Ke, he will suddenly remember that he has smuggled some new desserts or other small items from the chef. Even if they are arguing, he will suddenly conjure them up and hand them to Xiao Ke and Xiao Ying to eat.

Xiao Ke would take it without hesitation, take a bite, and then continue to chatter to Wang Changsheng in its indistinct language.

Conan took a few deep breaths and continued, "Anyway, you guys arrived late, so you probably don't know what happened inside the community center. That secretary to the current village chief, Hirata Kazuaki, who kicked us out of the community center—I think he did a lot of strange things!"

Seeing Conan's pitiful expression, as if he dared not continue the conversation, Wang Changsheng couldn't help but want to laugh.

He didn't continue to make things difficult for him at that time.

So after hesitating for two seconds, he cooperated and spoke—

"What do you mean you definitely don't know? What else could have happened? It's because you caused trouble there. They were chanting sutras for the dead, and you ran over and started playing the piano like a madman. You have no respect for those old ghosts who have been dead for so many years. And then you dragged Uncle Mori and the others out with you."

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"What exactly are you listening to?" Conan stared wide-eyed at the unreasonable Wang Changsheng, looking at him with disbelief as if he were looking at a complete idiot.

"I'm talking about that secretary, Hirata Kazuaki, the secretary! What does that have to do with us getting kicked out?!"

Conan always felt that being by Wang Changsheng's side was like entering a mysterious realm.

His blood pressure always stays at a high level, and he can't bring it down no matter what he does.

It's hard to imagine that his physical age has become so young, and he still feels like he could pass away at any moment. What if he were an elderly person in his twilight years?

Could it be that he was so angry that he died after exchanging just a few words with Wang Changsheng?

"Phew..." Conan shouted twice to calm himself down a bit, then glared at Wang Changsheng.

"Oh, okay, you just said I definitely didn't know what happened between you two at the community center. I thought you really believed I didn't know, so I was just explaining it to you. Why are you so angry?"

Wang Changsheng shrugged and said innocently, "Little Conan, getting angry can make you age faster. Don't get angry all the time, or you'll look much older than you are at such a young age."

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Don't talk to him anymore. Don't talk to him anymore. Don't talk to him anymore...

He is a swordsman. He is a swordsman. He is a swordsman...

No, no, we've already come all this way, we need to find out what he's up to, how can we give up halfway...

Conan secretly took another deep breath.

"I'll endure it!"

Conan gritted his teeth and, yet again, continued on his own, "Actually, when we first arrived at the community center, this person was quite nice to us. He warmly welcomed us and even said that after this memorial service, he would invite the people we were looking for to have a meal together..."

Conan paused at this point.

"Of course, they treated us."

Wang Changsheng: "..."

Has Conan been hanging around Uncle Mori for too long? He seems to be getting assimilated.

"and then?"

"Then, Hirata Kazuaki told us that since this was a memorial service for the former village chief, it was not appropriate for us outsiders to just stand there like idiots. So he asked us to go to another room and wait for them for a while."

"Then... I suddenly felt the urge to use the restroom, so I wandered around trying to find where the restroom was."

At this point, Conan paused for a moment, then used his usual excuse to gloss over the fact that he had been running around everywhere.

He then continued, "Because I hadn't played any musical instruments before, I became curious when I saw that piano and couldn't resist playing a couple of notes."

"Before I even touched it properly, Secretary Hirata Kazuaki heard the noise, rushed over quickly, and roughly chased us away."

Conan stroked his chin, his gaze focused on a point in front of him, clearly recalling something: "But his actions were too hasty. Even if he was unhappy that I touched the piano casually, there was no need for such a big reaction."

"Rather than saying he felt I disrupted the memorial service, he was more worried that no one would get near the piano, not even a cute little kid like me."

Conan, completely oblivious to the growing disdain in Wang Changsheng and Xiaolang's eyes, propped his chin on his hand and continued his analysis: "His out-of-control behavior makes him seem like he's trying to hide something very important. Don't you find him suspicious?"

Conan's gaze fell on Wang Changsheng.

"Suspicious, suspicious, too suspicious." Wang Changsheng nodded in agreement, his gaze seemingly unfocused, as if he wasn't paying attention. However, in reality, he was observing the things in front of him through the eyes of his summoned creature—the little sparrow.

Although Wang Changsheng's tone sounded somewhat perfunctory, Conan, who was deep in thought with his head down, felt a little happy because of his agreement.

"I never thought I'd be agreed with by this unreasonable guy..." Conan raised his eyes slightly and shifted his gaze to Wang Changsheng.

Finding that he was still staring straight ahead without any intention of saying anything about the topic she had brought up, she couldn't help but feel quite annoyed.

Why is it so difficult to talk to this guy?

He no longer wanted to exert himself.

If he doesn't want to answer, he doesn't want to answer. He's going to stick by this kid's side anyway, and see what this guy is up to.

Just as Conan was having this thought in mind, he suddenly followed Wang Changsheng out of the woods.

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"Huh?" Conan was so lost in thought that he didn't realize they were almost out of the woods. It was only when the view ahead suddenly opened up that he came to his senses.

After carefully observing his surroundings, Conan suddenly realized something: "Have we gone in circles?"

After they emerged from the woods, they found themselves at the other end of the community center, and beyond that, the sea stretched out before them.

He observed very carefully and discovered something else.

"That should be where the music room is, right?" Conan pointed.

Wang Changsheng blinked; he had already seen the scene through his little sparrow.

This is indeed the other side of the community center, which is considered the back entrance.

And the music room that Uncle Mori mentioned as being very remote is exactly this place.

He looked up at the sky, then glanced at the sea, and realized that Uncle Mori was right.

If you put yourself in their shoes, you can imagine that if they were in that music room right now, playing the piano, the beautiful music would probably ripple along with the deep, tranquil sea outside, creating waves of sound.

I have to say, just thinking about it makes me feel pretty good.

It seems Uncle Mori does have some sense of aesthetics after all~

"That's strange, how did we end up here?" Conan looked at Wang Changsheng, his tone questioning, but his eyes were firm and his face full of accusation.

Wang Changsheng blinked gently, looking rather naive: "Oh yeah, how did we end up here? That's really strange~" Wang Changsheng put on a righteous face, pretending that he knew nothing.

Although Conan was very suspicious of Wang Changsheng's true motives, seeing that he said this, he knew that if the other party refused to admit it no matter what, there was nothing he could do.

Wang Changsheng ignored him, his gaze already fixed on a cluster of seemingly fresh, yet dense, yin and death energy floating on the sea not far from the coastline.

Since Wang Changsheng had never seen what the three people Asai Narumi mentioned actually looked like, he wasn't sure who was dead at this moment.