Chapter 329 Can anyone tell me what this palm print, bigger than a human head, is?

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Conan opened the window.

Peek out and look towards the back door.

"Um?!"

However, he only glanced at it twice before he was stunned.

He held onto the windowsill with one hand and the wall with the other.

Some craned their necks in disbelief.

He rubbed his eyes.

Open your eyes again.

Look again.

"What?!?"

Conan finally saw it clearly.

There were messy marks on a stretch of beach near the entrance.

It wasn't a footprint at all.

It wasn't a drag mark either.

But...

"Handprint???"

Conan stared blankly at the beach.

"What's going on here??"

Conan couldn't quite understand what he was seeing.

It has to be said, this is truly rare.

Few things would leave him completely bewildered at a glance.

"Maybe I opened it wrong."

Conan withdrew his head and remained silent for a moment.

He peered out again.

"..."

Message: Negative points from Conan Edogawa +999

Meanwhile, Wang Changsheng suddenly received negative points from Conan.

"Hey, what is this guy doing?" Wang Changsheng wondered.

Suddenly, a possibility occurred to him: "Could it be that Conan discovered the surprise I left for him? Hahaha!"

Wang Changsheng was curious to know what kind of expression Conan had right now.

He thought for a moment, and then a thought suddenly popped into his head.

"Hey, Zhi Shi, could you lend me your camera for a bit?" Wang Changsheng turned around and said to Zhi Shi with a smile.

"Huh? My camera?" Upon hearing Wang Changsheng's words, Zhi Shi was taken aback, then looked down at the camera in her hand.

"Yes, but not this one." Wang Changsheng nodded slightly. "I wanted you to lend me your little flying camera."

Upon hearing this, Tomoyo seemed to understand something.

She tilted her head slightly, her soft hair falling smoothly from her temples: "Chang Sheng, do you want to know what's going on inside?"

"Hehe, yes." Wang Changsheng did not deny it, but nodded, revealing a cute yet slightly mischievous smile.

"Chang Sheng, what are you talking about? What flying camera?"

Xiao Lan, standing to the side, anxiously peered into the piano room ahead.

Hearing the children chatting, she suppressed her unease, turned around, and tried to smile as much as possible, not wanting to pass on her negative emotions to the children.

"It's nothing, Sister Xiaolan. I just wanted to borrow the camera from Zhishi." Wang Changsheng waved his hand with a bright smile.

"Oh, a camera?" Ran nodded and glanced at the camera in Tomoyo's hand.

The situation is still unclear, and the environment on site could be damaged at any time.

Although Xiaolan is not a professional detective.

But she has been with both Shinichi Kudo and Uncle Mori for so long.

She already knew exactly what to pay attention to when solving cases.

There's nothing they can do; every time they go out to play, they run into cases, and when they run into cases, they run into the police.

When she encountered the police, those officers would repeatedly tell her what she needed to pay attention to during the investigation...

Even if she didn't deliberately try to memorize it, she knew it by heart just by listening to it.

So, in the current situation, his father went inside to cordon off the scene and investigate the initial details. Ideally, he should have brought a video camera with him.

This way, the scene can also be preserved through video recording.

Ran looked at the camera in Tomoyo's hand, and hesitated.

She was thinking of borrowing the camera from the child so her father could use it.

But I'm too embarrassed to ask.

After all, if the camera is borrowed to film the crime scene, then it needs to be handed over to the police as evidence.

Ran looked at the camera in Tomoyo's hand and sensed that it probably wasn't cheap...

Ran kept her eyes fixed on Tomoyo, making it impossible for the latter not to notice.

She looked up at the other person and couldn't help but ask, "Does Sister Xiaolan also want to borrow the camera?"

"Huh? Ah... no, no, uh..." Ran, who was struggling with whether or not to borrow the camera from Tomoyo, was suddenly called out by the owner of the camera, who even saw right through her thoughts. Ran panicked and became somewhat incoherent.

"I have one extra here, why don't you lend it to Ran-neechan for now?" Tomoyo said, as if by magic, reaching behind her to touch something.

Then a brand new camera appeared in her hands.

Wang Changsheng: "..."

Watching Zhi Shi's actions, Wang Changsheng remained silently to the side, without saying a word.

She strongly suspected that Tomoyo possessed a spatial device that had not been registered with any of them.

He clearly saw Tomoyo just touch his back.

In the blink of an eye, a camera appeared.

in the river

That's completely unreasonable!

Wang Changsheng mentally complained, then his thoughts changed again: "It's all a magical girl world now, what's the point of logic or not? Science has become Detective Conan. It's normal for Tomoyo, as the director, to have such magical moments."

He comforted himself in his heart.

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"Huh? Can I use this?" Ran seemed a little confused by Tomoyo's actions.

Of course, unlike Wang Changsheng, she wasn't wondering where Zhishi had gotten the camera from. Instead, she was surprised that Zhishi was so understanding and generous.

"It's okay, this is my backup machine. There's no material on it. If you need it, Ran-neechan, feel free to use it. Don't worry about breaking it; you can use it with complete peace of mind," Tomoyo's sweet voice rang out.

"In that case..." Ran paused, then nodded to Tomoyo, "I'll thank you on behalf of my father!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her gaze fell on the only adult among them: "Mr. Reigen Shinryu, I'm going to give this camera to my father so he can record the crime scene in detail. Please take good care of Changsheng and his two younger sisters during this time."

"Okay, I understand." Reigen Arataka was suddenly called upon, and he nodded slightly with a normal expression, agreeing to the request.

"Okay, thank you very much. I'll be right back, very soon." Xiaolan took what she wanted and ran straight towards the piano room door.

After she left, Zhi Shi and Wang Changsheng withdrew their gazes from each other's retreating figures.

"Here you go, immortality." Tomoyo waved her hand, and then a small, exquisite, and adorable camera appeared out of nowhere, fluttering its tiny, pure white wings.

This originally belonged to Wang Changsheng.

Although he handed it over to Tomoyo, it was clear that with just a thought, he could regain control of the small camera.

"Go ahead." Take pictures of Conan's embarrassing moments.

After Wang Changsheng took the camera from Zhishi, he gently raised his arm, and the small camera disappeared in the blink of an eye.

at the same time.

Xiao Lan has already run back into the music room.

"Ran? What are you doing here?" Uncle Mori was stunned the moment he saw her.

"Dad, here, take this and use it." Xiaolan held up the camera in her hand, gesturing for Uncle Mori to look over.

"A camera? Where did you get it?" Uncle Mori was stunned.

"Tomoyo gave it to you, right?" The moment Sonomi saw the camera in Ran's hand, she understood.

"That's right." Xiaolan nodded gently. "This is a spare camera that little sister Zhishi gave me. I thought I could use it to film the scene so that the police can see it when they arrive."

"That's quite timely." Uncle Mori nodded, took the camera from Ran, and said, "I'll film it. You go back and keep an eye on the children."

"Okay!" Ran replied, but when she turned her head, she saw Conan standing on the table by the window at the edge of the room.

"Conan-kun? What are you doing over there! Peeking out like that is dangerous!" Ran quickly exclaimed, taking a step towards Conan. "Honestly, why don't you come outside with me and stay outside with Changsheng and the others? Don't wander around here!"

Ran's words also drew the attention of Uncle Mori, who had been observing the corpse, to Conan standing nearby.

He immediately started blowing his beard and glaring.

"Hey, you brat, you want to get beaten up again, don't you!" he yelled as he walked over with the camera in hand.

Just then, a small camera with wings slipped in unnoticed through the doorway.

Its little wings fluttered so brightly that it seemed no one around could see it.

As soon as it slipped in, it flew straight toward Conan.

It hid behind the cabinet, peeking out half its head.

That is, the lens.

It was aimed at Conan.

"Tap, tap, tap"

Uncle Mori stormed up to Conan and, without saying a word, raised his fist, which was as big as a sandbag, and smashed it directly onto Conan's head.

"state!"

"Ouch—"

Conan was staring at the set of footprints...and handprints outside the door with a strange expression.

Suddenly, he felt a pair of strong hands grab the back of his neck and pull him in.

Then a sharp pain shot through my head.

He couldn't help but shout out, and he covered his head with both hands.

"Ouch!" Conan winced in pain.

"What are you doing here? Climbing onto the window is one thing, but you even opened it without permission! Don't you know you're ruining the crime scene?!" Uncle Mori pulled Conan to the ground, frowning and speaking sternly.

This little brat keeps saying he's watched a lot of detective TV shows, and he insists on following them around and playing his detective game every time a case comes up.

Previously, he had indeed occasionally revealed some useful information, and since he was generally well-behaved and hadn't done anything too outrageous, Uncle Mori turned a blind eye, simply assuming it was just a child being playful.

But now he actually jumped onto the window and opened it without permission.

This undoubtedly disrupted the scene.

If the murderer left any traces here, they might be destroyed by his inconsistencies, thus disrupting his reasoning and even affecting the progress of the police investigation.

"No, Uncle Mori!" Conan defended himself with a wronged expression.

He pointed to the window above.

After being pulled down, even if he reached out, he couldn't touch the windowsill directly.

He could only mumble an explanation: "I saw a wet trail on the ground that led directly to the door. It was very likely left by a bad guy. I was worried about disturbing the scene, so I didn't open the door..."

"You're still trying to argue!" Uncle Mori glared at him.

Conan immediately stopped rambling and directly told what he had just seen: "Uncle Mori, look outside! There's a very messy trail from the doorway to the beach. I can't figure out what it is..."

Conan's topic-shifting technique is very effective.

Upon hearing this, Uncle Mori pushed Conan aside before he could finish speaking and squeezed through the crowd himself.

Peek out and look to the side.

Sure enough, a very obvious mottled mark could be seen, stretching from the entrance of the music room all the way into the sea.

"There really is one!" Uncle Mori quickly squinted his eyes and focused intently on the mark.

However, after he saw the mark clearly...

He was stunned.

"Clam??"

Uncle Mori held the camera in one hand and unconsciously rubbed his eyes with the other.

He peeked out again.

"Clam??"

Seeing her father's strange reaction, Xiaolan carefully avoided the piano and the corpse in the middle and walked around the edge of the room to their side.

"Dad, what are you doing?" she couldn't help but ask.

Uncle Mori frowned and didn't answer Ran's question immediately.

After all, he's been a detective for so many years.

He had previously worked on many cases with the police.

He noticed the strange situation outside at a glance.

"How is this possible? How can there be so many handprints?"

"Huh? Handprint?" Xiaolan was taken aback and took a few steps forward, craning her neck to look outside.

"Huh? That's weird." Xiaolan blinked.

She noticed that although the marks were messy, the handprints looked very deep.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to spot the handprints on the ground so easily.

And these handprint-like marks...

It's particularly strange.

How should I describe it...?

Xiao Lan couldn't help but picture a hand bigger than her head rubbing against the sand.

Indeed, the marks left on the beach, besides the large and small hands, were on that long strip.

There were also some messy handprints, bigger than a human head, lined up in several rows on the beach.

"How could this happen..."

Ran, Conan, and Uncle Mori all raised the same question.

Even if she wasn't a professional investigator.

You can also sense how bizarre and strange this situation is.