Conan: I'm Not a Model Worker in the Winery

Chapter 284 Cang Fengao's Testimony
"Fuck!"

Cang Fengao was so frightened that he swore and widened his eyes: "Dad, why the hell did you come back so early today?"

This is unscientific. Shouldn't he normally come back after seven o'clock?

On the side, Inspector Megure wiped the cold sweat from his forehead as he looked at the mysterious mirror.

In fact, he just wanted to say...

However, the young man spoke too fast and didn't give him any chance to interrupt.

Jing stared at his son, but he didn't show any coldness. However, his momentum was still overwhelming:
"I remember you said there were evening classes today."

"...Ah? Really? Did I say that? When did that happen? Dad, you must have remembered it wrongly."

Cang Fengao stood still and denied it flatly, acting as obediently as a child.

Jing said calmly: "Your mother told me."

The kitchen knife in his hand turned twice, reflecting a cold light.

Cang Fengao's face straightened, "Dad, put away the knife, we can talk it out... Actually, the class was cancelled because of the heavy rain today."

"So, you are free?" Jing continued to ask coldly.

He felt that his son needed a lesson and would brag about everything.

Cang Fengao thought about it seriously and said, "Not really, just a bit free."

Jing looked at him coldly, "If you have time, go do your own thing."

"Okay, Dad, go help my mom cook. I'll help you deal with the police. Don't worry, I won't expose you..."

"..."

Jing looked at his son, resisted the urge to hit him, and returned to the kitchen.

After these people leave, they must be beaten up.

Inspector Megure, Conan and others were confused and stunned when they heard the conversation between the father and son.

Because apart from Cang Fengao's rhetorical question at the beginning, the rest of the communication was all in Chinese...

Should they learn a foreign language?

Inspector Megure began to think seriously about the importance of learning a foreign language.

"Hey, Conan, what are they talking about?"

Ayumi asked quietly.

She saw the kitchen knife and was a little scared...

Conan rolled his eyes and laughed awkwardly, "They are communicating in Chinese... I don't understand either."

He can recognize Chinese characters, but he can't speak them very well.

He looked at Jinpei Matsuda again, wondering again why he carried a booklet of common Chinese phrases with him.

At this time, Jinpei Matsuda, Hiroki and Haibara Ai, each with an earphone in their ears, listened to Noah's live translation with complicated expressions.

This father and son are truly a loving father and filial son...

When Jing walked into the kitchen again, Cang Fengao breathed a sigh of relief and looked at them with a smile: "Ah, sorry, sorry~ I ignored you all just now. My father is like this. He always has a cold face when he sees everyone, as if everyone owes him a million. Don't mind it!"

Inspector Megure looked at the mirror at the kitchen door and looked back: "..."

He didn't mind, but he felt that the young man might be in danger after they left.

Conan kept his half-moon eyes unchanged: "..."

Suspicious, very suspicious. He now finds everyone suspicious. This incident is most likely not related to those alcohol organizations...

Thinking of this, Conan looked up at the ceiling with compassion.

So they are here to solve the case... What were they doing in the previous two chapters?
Officer Megure obviously realized the seriousness of the problem. He coughed and immediately got straight to the point with Cang Fengao, who seemed to be more easy to talk to:

"It's like this. The main reason we came here this time is to investigate the cause of Mr. Honda's death..."

Just when Inspector Megure wanted to retell the whole story, Cang Fengao's eyes widened and he interrupted in surprise:
"Mr. Honda? Officer, you are not talking about the Mr. Honda next door? Oh, this is such sad news... When did he die? This morning? What a pity, I had a quarrel with him last night, and I wanted to quarrel with him again today..."

Inspector Megure/Conan: "..."

So it’s a pity because there’s no way to quarrel anymore?
I feel like this guy isn't quite normal!
The two people's focus shifted for a moment, but then they discovered an important problem.

Officer Megure's expression changed: "Wait a minute! Ao Jun, tell me, did you see Mr. Honda last night?"

Cang Fengao gave him a strange look and continued to chatter:

"Yes, I went out to take out the trash last night, and he was talking on the phone to someone at the second-floor window. He must have been drinking. I could smell alcohol from downstairs, and his voice was so loud..."

"Then I asked him to keep his voice down, because it's disturbing to others, isn't it? Although our house is well soundproofed, I can't guarantee that other people's houses are as soundproofed as ours."

"Oh, by the way, the wall panels in our house are made of four layers of different materials inside and outside. You may not know that we have a piano, a guqin, a flute, and a drum set at home..."

Officer Megure was the first one who couldn't stand it anymore and covered Cang Fengao's mouth:
"Wait, wait, Ao Jun, please speak slower... Could you please continue to tell me what happened after you met Mr. Honda last night?"

He felt like his head would get dizzy if he let this guy continue talking.

Conan touched the button and gave Inspector Megure six likes - he was almost stunned by what he heard.

"Uh, okay..."

Cang Fengao pulled away Officer Megure's hand and gathered his emotions. I don't know what he was thinking, but there was a hint of sadness on his face:

"Last night was a quiet night... but only Mr. Honda was making noise."

After hearing the beginning, Inspector Megure and Conan held their faces weakly, with expressions of despair on their faces.

Is this the train race again?
The father is so taciturn and never says a word, so why is his son so talkative... Could it be the legendary saying that everything will turn into the opposite when it reaches its extreme?

But unexpectedly, after Cang Fengao finished speaking, the sad expression on his face instantly subsided and turned serious:
"It was probably around 10 o'clock at night. I didn't pay much attention to the time, but when I came out of the shower, it was almost 11 o'clock, so I think I went out to throw away the garbage around 10 o'clock. After I told Mr. Honda to keep the noise down, he leaned out of the window and told me not to mind my own business."

Cang Fengao's testimony completely conflicts with the time of death found in the autopsy.

Officer Megure straightened his face seriously, "Are you sure that it was Mr. Honda himself?"

"Of course, I used to have a few words with him almost every night."

Officer Memu: "..."

Cang Fengao supported his chin with one hand, raised his eyebrows, and revealed a look that was almost the same as Jing's. "From what you said just now, officer, it seems that it was inappropriate for me to see Mr. Honda last night? In other words, you judged that Mr. Honda died last night?"

(End of this chapter)