Chapter 340 Special Skill: The Art of Speaking~

"Yes, Uncle Mori, that secretary should have been interrogated by now, right?"

Conan suddenly snapped out of his daze, looked up at Uncle Mori, and asked.

"Yes." Uncle Mori nodded. "But he didn't admit to anything. Of course, the police discovered Mr. Hirata's motive during their investigation of the scene."

"Oh? What did the police find at the scene?" Conan's previously drowsy mind suddenly cleared up a bit.

Wang Changsheng also became somewhat interested.

"We discovered a hidden door under the deceased's piano. It was so well hidden that it would have been easy to miss if Inspector Megure and his team hadn't been so careful," Uncle Mori said, frowning.

"There's a hidden door under the piano?!" Conan immediately thought of many possibilities.

"Hmm." Uncle Mori's face didn't look too good. He still had a cigarette between his fingers. He nodded and put it back in his mouth.

The people sitting next to him were not strangers, and the news was not a secret, so he had no need to hide it.

"What's in there?" Conan pressed.

Uncle Mori didn't answer immediately, remaining silent for a moment before finally sighing, "Drugs, lots of drugs."

"What?!" Conan was immediately taken aback.

Xiao Lan, standing to the side, stared blankly at her father.

"Then... based on what the police officer said, Kawashima Hideo and this secretary met at the community center in the middle of the night to smuggle drugs, right?" Conan immediately realized this.

Uncle Mori nodded noncommittally: "That's right."

"Now that there's evidence, even if they're careful, they'll still leave some fingerprints or other traces, right? Even at this point, is that secretary still unwilling to admit it?" Conan frowned.

At that moment, a police officer walked over from the side.

"Detective Mouri." The police officer greeted Detective Mouri respectfully.

"Any new developments?" Uncle Mori turned around and asked.

"Yes." The officer nodded slightly. "The suspect, Hirata Kazuaki, has confessed to what he did."

"The suspect used his position to facilitate illicit transactions with the deceased long before. The piano was specifically used by them to store stolen money and goods. They would go there to conduct transactions whenever they needed to."

This relatively young-looking cop didn't hide anything and told everyone he knew.

After all, he was instructed by Inspector Megure to inform Detective Mouri about the situation.

"Um, officer, did that secretary confess to murdering Hideo Kawashima?" Conan suddenly asked.

"No." The officer shook his head. "Although he admitted to colluding with the deceased to sell contraband, he vehemently denied that he killed the victim."

"Hmph, what's the use of denying it?" Uncle Mori sneered. "The contraband was found, and he admitted that he and the victim did it together. Isn't the situation clear enough? They must have had a fight over the loot, which led to this! He definitely killed the person!"

After hearing from the police officer that Hirata Kazuaki had confessed to drug trafficking with the deceased, Uncle Mori decisively expressed his long-held opinion.

Conan ignored Uncle Mori's inexplicable confidence and instead asked, "Regarding the handprints on the beach, have you found anything? What is Hirata Kazuaki's attitude towards those handprints?"

When this was mentioned, the police officer's expression suddenly became somewhat confused.

He shook his head: "No, those handprints are strange. There are no fingerprints on them. Although they are very close to human hands, after identification, they are definitely not human hands. We guess they might be some simulated human hands."

"As for the suspect, he claimed to know nothing about it."

Upon hearing what the police said, Conan immediately fell silent again, his heart sinking.

Surprisingly, even the criminal police couldn't find anything about the handprints on the beach.

It seems the murderer who did all this is no ordinary person.

"Damn it, there are so many traces, there should be some clues left, how come we can't find anything?" Conan felt a tightness in his chest.

Logically speaking, if a suspect wants to erase a trace by tampering with things, then they will inevitably leave more traces behind.

However, this point seems to fail here and has no effect at all.

"Damn it, could it really be haunted by ghosts?"

The thought had barely formed in Conan's mind when he immediately dismissed it with a sneer.

"That's simply impossible!"

There seemed to be sparks flashing in his eyes.

It seems that the killer's sophisticated methods aroused his competitive spirit.

After explaining the situation to Uncle Maoli, the police officer left in a hurry. They didn't have many people, but they had a lot of things to do, and he needed to go back and help as soon as possible.

After he left, Asai Narumi also finished giving her statement and came out.

"Dr. Asai, you're out here? How are you? Are you alright?"

The moment Uncle Mori saw Asai Narumi, he immediately took the cigarette out of his mouth, stuffed it into his pocket, and then greeted Asai Narumi with a hearty laugh.

Wang Changsheng also looked over.

"Thank you for your concern, Detective Mori. I'm fine. I just felt a little dizzy while giving my statement, so I asked the officers if I could go back and wash my face first. I'll freshen up and come back to cooperate with their investigation." Asai Narumi looked a little weak, and a shy smile appeared on his lips, which stunned Uncle Mori.

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"No, are you feeling unwell?" Uncle Mori quickly offered his assistance. "Then you should go back and rest a bit more. Do you need me to take you home?"

"No need," Asai Narumi politely declined. "I can go back by myself, so I won't trouble you, Detective."

"Well... alright then." Uncle Mori looked rather regretful. "Then you'd better be careful on the road. If anything happens, just call the police. The police are here right now."

Looking at the eager and attentive Uncle Mori, Wang Changsheng, who was sitting down, couldn't help but glance at him with a hint of disdain.

"All you do every day is this stupid thing, you're useless. No wonder Xiaolan's mom doesn't want you."

"Thank you for your concern." Asai Narumi thanked her again, then raised her eyes and glanced at the clock on the wall with a normal expression, as if she simply wanted to see what time it was.

"Then I'll take my leave." Asai Narumi bowed politely to Uncle Mori and then strode out of the office.

"Hmm?" Conan looked at Asai Narumi's departing figure with some confusion. "Dr. Asai said she wasn't feeling well, so how come she's walking so fast?"

"Why are you being so nosy? He's just not feeling well and wants to get back quickly, so it's normal for him to walk faster!" Uncle Mori glared at Conan.

After scolding Conan, Uncle Mori felt much better.

When you're in a good mood, it's easy for you to start overthinking.

"But now that the murderer has been caught, the case will probably be solved soon. I wonder if this will put me in the news again?"

"..." Looking up at the smug-looking Uncle Mori, Conan's lips twitched. "Could this secretary really be the murderer?"

He cleared his throat and asked another question: "Has Inspector Megure given any explanation regarding the sheet music?"

"Sheet music?" Uncle Mori was lost in his dream of seeing himself on TV again after returning home when he suddenly heard Conan's question. He subconsciously shook his head. "Not yet..."

As soon as he said it, he realized what he had said and glared at Conan with some displeasure: "The sheet music must have been done by Hirata Kazuaki as well. We just need to have the police interrogate him a bit more, and I believe we'll get the results soon."

Just listening to his answer, Conan knew that with Ran by his side, as long as he didn't say anything too reckless, Ran would definitely not let Uncle Mori hit him.

So Conan confidently engaged in a debate with Uncle Mori about the sheet music and the handprints on the beach.

In fact, neither side had a clear topic for debate.

But it's all about questioning and refuting each other, one after another.

It was similar to Wang Changsheng and Xiao Ke's usual state.

"?????..." Wang Changsheng glanced at the two of them helplessly and shook his head.

Since Ran looked at him apologetically, Wang Changsheng smiled at her and said, "Uncle Mori and Conan seem to have a very good relationship, just like father and son."

Message: You shut two people up with just one sentence.

Message: You have acquired a special skill—the art of speaking!

Message: Negative points from Conan Edogawa +1000

Message: Negative points from Kogoro Mouri +1000

The art of speaking: Your words and actions carry weight. Your words are more likely to convince people, but they are also more likely to evoke negative emotions in others.

"Huh? The art of speaking? Pretty good skill." After glancing at the system's description, Wang Changsheng was quite satisfied with the reward.

He slowly stood up and said, "Uncle Mori, I'm going to the restroom. You two can continue building your relationship."

Message: Negative points from Kogoro Mouri +1000

Message: Negative points from Conan Edogawa +1000

After saying this, Wang Changsheng got up and left their side.

Unsurprisingly, the two of them gave him another 2000 negative points.

After all, the statement had already been taken, and Wang Changsheng had a general understanding of the structure of the village office.

He strolled over to the restroom and then went into a stall.

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Broadcasting room.

Asai Narumi, who had just said goodbye to Uncle Mori, appeared here.

"Village Chief, how is it going now?"

His voice was soft, as if he were transforming into a cuddly kitten, stirring one's heartstrings.

In front of Asai Narumi, Kuroiwa Tatsuji was comfortably lying on a recliner, receiving a massage from Asai Narumi.

"I feel much better after your massage, and I'm not so tense anymore," Kuroiwa Tatsuji said, sounding quite pleased. "As expected of Dr. Asai, your massage technique is amazing."

"Thank you for the compliment." Asai Narumi smiled gently, his eyes lowered as he looked at the person beneath him with closed eyes. "I am honored to be able to help the village chief. You must be very busy working for the benefit of the villagers on the island."

"Well, who can argue with that? But since I'm the village chief, I should always do more for everyone." Kuroiwa Tatsuji seemed quite pleased with Asai Narumi's praise, and his smile widened.

"I noticed you had a headache earlier, so I thought I'd bring you here for a massage. When you said 'What a coincidence,' did you have other plans to meet here? It must be so tiring, with all this happening on the island, you're still so busy."

Asai Narumi's gentle, flowing voice reached Kuroiwa Tatsuji's ears. Originally meant to be comforting, it caused the man, who was enjoying himself, to immediately suppress the smile on his lips.

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His expression seemed much more indifferent, and his face hardened: "I did make an appointment with someone, but this has nothing to do with you."

His meaning was clear: he wanted Asai Narumi to stop asking any more questions.

Asai Narumi immediately understood and gave an apologetic smile: "I'm really sorry, I just suddenly thought of this and asked as a casual remark. I suppose you're mostly doing official business, so it's normal that it's inconvenient for you to chat for a while."

He didn't seem to intend to delve deeper into the topic. Instead, he shifted slightly and said softly, "This position isn't convenient here. Please lie down over there; the platform used for broadcasting is just right."

Upon hearing this, Kuroiwa Tatsuji nodded slightly and stood up.

The massage Asai Narumi had just given him had indeed relieved his headache symptoms quite a bit, and it felt really comfortable.

So although Asai Narumi's question had disappointed him a bit, it was unintentional, and he was very magnanimous, so he didn't dwell on it too much.

Instead, they followed the direction Asai Narumi pointed and headed towards the radio station.

"This is a bit uncomfortable." Kuroiwa Tatsuji felt uneasy after lying down.

"You should feel uncomfortable," Asai Narumi's voice sounded behind him, her tone very calm.

"Oh? Is it for some special reason?" Kuroiwa Tatsuji thought that the function keys on the radio were pressing on some acupoints on him, which could help him promote blood circulation and make the massage more effective.

"Yes, you'll find out soon enough. What I'm about to do is something that will be very useful to you. Basically, you won't feel anything at all." Asai Narumi's voice rang out with a hint of a smile.

"Really? That's amazing? Is it a special technique you learned in the big city, Dr. Asai?" Kuroiwa Tatsuji, who was lying on the ground, was somewhat surprised and expectant. "Then I'll leave it to you."

"Hehe, it's a very special technique. I studied it for a long time."

Behind Kuroiwa Tatsuji, Asai Narumi pulled out a gleaming knife from somewhere.

The blade reflected a bright, cold light under the broadcasting room lights.

But Asai Narumi had a smile on his face.