Chapter 337 Conan: Why isn't it you lying on the ground?

"Oh? Sir, what's on your mind now?"

Upon hearing the old policeman say this, Uncle Mori immediately became interested.

As he walked back, he gave the old policeman a somewhat disgruntled look, then grumbled, "You should have mentioned any clues immediately. What made you only think of it now?"

The old policeman smiled somewhat embarrassedly.

He hadn't thought of it at first, since he hadn't found anything particularly strange at the time.

But now, with Hirata Kazuaki's strange behavior in the past, he felt something was very wrong when he recalled what had happened before.

"I didn't think much of it at first, since I'm the only policeman on the island, so I have to patrol at night occasionally."

The old policeman recalled what he had seen at the time and recounted everything in detail.

"Then, during patrols, I would sometimes run into the deceased and the secretary..."

Before the old policeman could finish speaking, Conan interrupted him, somewhat puzzled, "You said you encountered them during your night patrol? Were there only the two of them, or were there others? What were they doing at the time?"

Faced with Conan's interrogation-like questioning, the old policeman was not angry; he simply smiled kindly at him.

He always found children adorable.

That's quite energetic.

As he got older, he found that he had grown to appreciate spirited people and things even more.

"It was just the two of them, but I'm not quite sure what they were doing."

The old policeman shook his head and then said, "I only saw them around the community center during my patrol. You'll have to ask him what they did specifically."

As he spoke, the old policeman turned his gaze to Hirata Kazuaki.

The others also looked at him.

Conan frowned and remained silent.

But then Uncle Mori jumped out again.

"Hehe, I get it!"

Hearing his resolute words, Wang Changsheng was taken aback.

"This old man knows something again? What does he know?"

The moment the question arose in his mind, Uncle Mori began to answer it for him without asking any questions.

"Originally, I might have wondered why you would clash with Mr. Kawashima Hideo and kill him, but now, isn't your motive exposed?"

Uncle Mori's eagle-like eyes were fixed intently on Hirata Kazuaki.

With a scrutinizing tone, he slowly spoke, word by word: "You must have had some shady connection with the deceased, involving some conflicts of interest, but you two disagreed on a certain point."

"Mmm..."

Hirata Kazuaki struggled to speak, but the tape over his mouth forced all his words back down his throat.

Uncle Mori acted as if he didn't see anything, continuing to state his views and speculate as he pleased.

"So, at the former village chief's memorial ceremony, because of previous conflicts of interest, you found the deceased and lured him to the seaside, perhaps wanting him to agree to some request of yours. However, he refused, so in a fit of rage you brutally murdered him and drowned him in the sea."

"Hmph, that's just how it is, isn't it?"

Uncle Mori smiled confidently.

"Mmm..."

"Don't rush to deny it. You probably didn't expect that your meeting with the deceased here late at night would be spotted by a patrolling policeman, did you?"

"All the evidence points to this fact, and there is only one truth!"

Uncle Mori suddenly pointed at Hirata Kazuaki, who was cowering in the corner.

"You're the murderer!"

His expression was insightful, as if he understood everything.

Wang Changsheng's eyelids twitched as he listened from the side.

Although Uncle Mori's result was wrong.

However, a small part of his process was correct.

of course.

Even if you get half the process right, it's useless.

If you're going in the wrong direction, you'll never reach your destination no matter which way you go.

"No wonder everyone says that any murderer identified by Uncle Mori or Inspector Megure is a sure thing. Although the reasoning is smooth, it's too superficial." Wang Changsheng shook his head.

Didn't you see that Conan hasn't said a word yet, just standing there thinking about something?

Regarding Uncle Mori's reasoning.

He offered only four words—

Ignore it.

"Not saying anything? It's because you have nothing to say, and there's no way to explain it!"

Suddenly, Uncle Mori, with his proud little head tilted back, said those words with a smug look on his face.

At that moment, everyone fell silent.

Even Hirata Kazuaki, who had been making "uh uh uh" noises, stopped struggling.

His expression was no longer so fearful; instead, it became somewhat strange.

Those eyes, which seemed to be looking at an idiot, fell directly on Uncle Mori.

"Huh? Why are you all staring at me like that?"

Seeing that no one answered and instead everyone was looking at him with strange expressions, Uncle Mori couldn't help but snap out of his brilliant deduction.

When his gaze swept around the room and finally landed on Hirata Kazuaki, he was immediately stunned.

"Huh? So you still have tape on your mouth." Uncle Mori smiled awkwardly, then stepped forward and grabbed a corner of the tape stuck to Hirata Kazuaki's mouth.

"Sizzle"

A crisp sound rang out.

What followed was Hirata Kazuaki's slightly pitiful cry.

"Ouch—that hurts!"

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After letting out a howl, Hirata Kazunaru, ignoring the pain in his mouth, vehemently denied Uncle Mori's earlier reasoning: "No! I've never seen Kawashima! It must have been too dark then, and this old policeman must have mistaken him!"

"Are you implying that I'm old and blind?" Hirata Kazuaki's words displeased the old policeman.

"That's not what I meant..." Hirata Kazuaki wanted to explain further.

However, the old policeman spoke with considerable certainty: "The person next to Mr. Kawashima is definitely you. Although I am indeed a little older, my eyesight is still excellent."

Uncle Mori also came over to join in.

He unleashed a barrage of attacks on Hirata and Akira.

Time flies.

The day came to a complete end when Hirata Kazuaki said "not me" for what seemed like the umpteenth time.

All the pointers have reached zero.

"咕嘟"

Uncle Mori, feeling a bit thirsty, took a sip of water.

He hadn't had such a satisfying and exhilarating deduction in a long time.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, and without needing any police around, Uncle Mori managed to make Hirata Kazuaki work on him all by himself for quite a while.

"Some people also called me the Sleeping Detective. I don't remember it, but I guess I must have been just as dashing as I am now back then," Uncle Mori thought to himself with a sense of pride.

Seeing that Hirata Kazuaki also seemed thirsty, Uncle Mori asked Conan to bring him some water.

"Alright, it's getting late. I don't think anyone else will come over. You guys pack up and go to sleep."

After Conan finished delivering water to Hirata and Akira, Uncle Mori also gave instructions to the younger generation.

After all, I still have to stay here for another night.

It's definitely not possible for everyone to sleep.

So Uncle Mori discussed it with the old policeman.

They each kept watch for half the night.

Let the old policeman, Conan, and Wang Changsheng go to sleep first.

When the time came, he would wake up the old policeman to take over.

"Okay." Conan nodded obediently.

Uncle Mori then told Conan and Wang Changsheng, the two little boys, to go to the toilet first.

As for Xiaolan, she shook her head to indicate that she would not go.

What a joke! Just having to spend the night next to a corpse is enough to terrify her.

Why do I have to go to the bathroom by myself so late at night?

No way!

It's understandable that Xiaolan was scared, since the restrooms in the community center are separated by gender.

Of course, the same should be true in other places as well.

However, the men's and women's restrooms at the community center are located at opposite ends of the building.

So even if she goes with Wang Changsheng and Conan, she can only go alone unless she can bring Asai Narumi along.

But when Xiaolan asked him...

Asai Shigemi stated that he had already gone to the toilet.

Fortunately, she didn't feel the urge to urinate, so she should be able to get through the night if she held it in.

"Okay, then, big brother, are you going?" Conan looked up at Reigen Arataka beside Wang Changsheng.

"Go ahead." Reigen Arataka nodded.

"Then let's hurry up and go." Conan grabbed Wang Changsheng's hand and ran out before Reigen Arataka.

"Why are you running so fast? Are you in a hurry to be reincarnated?" Wang Changsheng let Conan grab his hand and run away.

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"I'm a little anxious!" Conan rolled his eyes.

Hearing him say that, Wang Changsheng just shrugged and didn't expose his little scheme.

Sure enough, he was silent for less than two seconds.

Conan couldn't hold it in any longer.

He released Wang Changsheng's hand, placed his arms behind his head, leaned back, and asked in a seemingly casual tone, "Hey~ Brother Changsheng, why do I feel like you're not surprised at all by what happened here? It's as if you expected it all along. Is this just a coincidence?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Changsheng smiled without changing his expression.

"How could I have foreseen these horrifying things? I'm not surprised; I'm just not naturally inclined to be surprised."

"?" Conan scoffed at Wang Changsheng's words.

"Then, Brother Changsheng, do you think Mr. Hirata Kazuaki, who is the village chief's secretary, is the murderer of Mr. Kawashima Hideo?" Conan asked another question.

"Well..."

Wang Changsheng winked at Conan, raised his voice slightly, and drew out the last syllable, whetting Conan's appetite.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally, under Conan's slightly expectant gaze, he...

He shook his head, subtly expressing his opinion.

"I have no idea."

These four simple words sincerely expressed what Wang Changsheng wanted to say to Conan.

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"Why are you looking at me like that? Do you really want me to say something? Fine, then I'll tell you something." Wang Changsheng sighed when he saw Conan looking at him with a resentful expression.

"Oh? You actually know something?" Conan's eyes lit up.

"I'm not an expert in thinking and discovery, but if you insist on telling me, then I can only tell you that Hirata Kazuaki's risky trip to Komeikan at this time must have some ulterior motive. As for what he's after, I don't know."

Wang Changsheng shrugged at Conan: "As I said at the beginning, I am not an expert in thinking."

Conan: (???.???)????

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"Wow, awesome!"

Wang Changsheng smiled happily.

Conan, however, had a dark expression on his face and couldn't manage a smile.

"Why are you putting it here?" Conan rolled his eyes at Wang Changsheng.

How dare you laugh?

That brat, why don't you lie down on the ground?! How awful!!!

Seeing his expression, Wang Changsheng couldn't help but ask with concern, "Little Conan, I've noticed you seem to roll your eyes at Uncle Mori every now and then. I advise you not to do that all the time, or you'll become unlucky."

Ha, not just to him, but to you too!

Conan really wanted to tell him this in front of Wang Changsheng.

But she was also afraid that Wang Changsheng would point his finger at her and spray her with words that would break her defenses.

In the end, he could only roll his eyes again and say, "It's just moving your eyeballs, what misfortune could there be? Scientists even say it's good to move your eyeballs often, don't you understand?"

"You already said that people meant it's good to roll your eyes, not to turn your eyes upside down."

Wang Changsheng chuckled: "If you roll your eyes too much, not only will your eyes be damaged, but you'll also become ugly! After all, the muscles in your eyes can affect your appearance."

"N-Nani?" Conan was startled when he heard that rolling one's eyes would make one ugly. "Are you serious?"

"Of course it's true, would I lie to you?" Wang Changsheng rolled his eyes.

Conan: "..."

He quickly came to his senses.

How did I manage to steer the conversation off-topic again without even realizing it?

I was clearly asking him for his opinion on the whole case!

After coughing twice, Conan quickly tensed up and brought himself back to his senses.

At that moment, Reigen Arataka also caught up.

Conan had only dragged him out of the music room; the distance wasn't far.