Conan: Death is Watching Me

Chapter 16 The Cursed Heritage of a Wealthy Family
"Crack!"

In order to avoid the scene from being destroyed, Gao Mo took a few photos with his mobile phone and temporarily locked Grandpa Hao Zang's room.

Conan, standing by, looked at Gao Mo again with suspicion.

Facing the tragic death of Usumoto Gozo, Usumoto Shoji's reaction was reasonable.

Even Xiaolan is afraid of corpses, but Gao Mo is so calm that he doesn't seem like a normal person, at least not in line with his identity as a butler and former idol.

It's like I'm used to corpses...death.

It's even possible that he has killed someone, and he feels vaguely similar to those in black.

But why?

On the surface, it doesn't look powerful at all, but rather a bit weak.

Whether it is facial features or other aspects, it seems that he is in a sub-healthy state, has been malnourished for a long time, and may have suffered from depression - there are suspected self-harm marks on the wrist, but they are not obvious. He may be timid and did not dare to commit suicide.

Weird guy...seems so contradictory.

Conan was a little bit unsure.

Because the idol Sherlock Holmes is good at analyzing people from their details. He can tell someone's occupation just by shaking their hand, and can tell their personality and habits just by looking at them.

He trained for this for a long time and was often proud of it.

but now……

"Brother Kido, what is your occupation?" Conan asked while pretending to be cute and suppressing his shame.

“Freelance.”

Gao Mo thought about how to complete the task and answered casually.

Any profession is fine, there’s nothing wrong with being a freelancer.

……

restaurant.

Except for Kogoro Mouri who was soundly sleeping, everyone else looked particularly excited.

The eldest daughter, Mariko, looked at him with sharp eyes and said aggressively to Xiao Wu, who was wiping his sweat: "How long are you going to pretend, Xiao Wu? Admit it, did you do it?"

"Admit what?" Xiao Wu swallowed his saliva in heat as others stared at him.

"Aren't you still giving up?"

Mariko sneered like a vicious old lady.

"I heard everything. I heard your conversation with Dad. You were arguing with Dad, right? Your real identity is actually the son of Zaicheng Yongfu!"

"Zaijo Yufu?"

Xia Jiang had just returned to the restaurant in a daze. Upon hearing this, she looked at her fiancé Xiao Wu, whose breathing had become heavier, in disbelief.

"Is this true? Xiao Wu, you are..."

"Of course it's true," Mariko said confidently, "Ten years ago, Zaishiro Takeo committed suicide after his father took away his company. I heard that his wife also died of illness a year later, and his only son was sent to an orphanage for foster care...

"Xiao Wu, you must have approached Xia Jiang for revenge, and took the opportunity to sneak into our Yanben family to seek revenge, right? Now that your identity has been exposed, you can't wait to kill Dad..."

"I didn't!" Xiao Wu hurriedly explained, "I am indeed Zaicheng Takehiko, the son of Zaicheng Yongfu, but I really didn't kill anyone! Believe me, Xia Jiang!"

"terribly sorry."

Shoji Usumoto had recovered from the shock of his father's death. He wiped the sweat off his face with a handkerchief and grabbed Xiaowu's arm coldly.

"Dad was indeed killed, and there's your dropped corsage at the door. I misjudged you, Xiao Wu."

"Dad is really dead?"

Mariko's face was filled with uncontrollable ecstasy, as if she saw the wonderful brilliance emanating from the inheritance.

The Qiu Jiang couple behind them also looked surprised.

Unexpectedly, there was a sudden turn of events. Xia Jiang's newlywed husband actually had such an identity and happened to kill the old man at this time.

"Murderer! Lock up Xiao Wu!"

"Let me go, I didn't kill anyone! Believe me, Xia Jiang..."

After a brief chaos, the members of the Yumoto family forcibly locked Xiaowu in the cabin warehouse.

The death of Mr. Yuanben seemed to have completely deprived these people of their control, and they no longer had the same fear towards Gao Mo as before.

"That's great, Auntie?" Qiu Jiang licked his lips and said happily, "Now that Grandpa has been killed by Xiao Wu, no one can interfere with matters related to the inheritance."

"Yes," Mariko said, acting like she was in charge. "With this, the Tsurumoto Group will belong to my husband... Of course, I'll give you some of it, too."

"sister!"

Shoji Yasumoto could no longer bear it.

"Dad just passed away, how could you..."

"Stop pretending, you're so hypocritical," Mariko sneered and turned back, "Shoji, don't think I don't know that you need money too, don't you? It's a good thing for you that your father died."

"..."

Shoji Tsumoto's face was gloomy, and after a while he held his forehead and laughed out loud.

"It's true that I need money, but sister, are you mistaken?"

"what?"

"Do you think Dad isn't on guard?" Shoji Uemoto shrugged, glancing at Xia Jiang, who was being hit repeatedly. "I've already asked Butler Suzuki. Dad has already made a will. Killing him means you won't get a single cent!"

It was precisely because of this that he didn't think about any inheritance, but only wanted to make money from the old man.

"How could this happen?" Mariko's face turned pale and her voice became stammering. "Are you kidding me? Dad..."

If a will has been made, the old man's death would be bad news.

"You can ask Butler Kindaichi," Shoji Yamoto directed everyone's attention to Gao Mo, "Butler Kindaichi actually knew it from the beginning, right?"

"Butler Suzuki did say so."

Gao Mo faced the mixed gazes of shock, anger and fear from the people in the Yan family, and sweat broke out in his heart.

He didn't expect that Shoji Yasumoto also knew about the will and took the initiative to expose it here.

In an instant, the atmosphere on the scene changed again.

The strange atmosphere that had already subsided once again filled the surroundings.

The smell in the cabin corridor seemed to be damp and rotten. When no one was paying attention, one of the overhead lights suddenly went out.

call!
Gao Mo looked around and his eyes fell on the lenses of Conan's glasses.

Faint shadows emerged in the reflection.

"What are you doing?" Conan felt uncomfortable being stared at.

He has been following Xiaolan obediently since just now and has not done anything.

"By the way, Kido-nii," Conan suddenly remembered, "when you went to see Master Gozo, did you see the murder weapon?"

"No," Gao Mo took a deep breath and shook his head, "I can only make sure the scene remains as it was. You are the only one who entered the room afterwards."

The omen of death gradually subsided.

But his pressure did not decrease at all.

[Protect Xia Jiang to arrive in Tokyo safely] - The difficulty of this mission suddenly increased by several levels.

The old man was murdered, and the will would take effect when the cruise ship arrived in Tokyo.

These people from the Zuo family might have some evil intentions.

I looked at the time, it was just past 9 o'clock, and there were still 15 hours.

……

A luxury cruise ship cuts through the sea and sails in the night.

The moonlight spread across the deck, and the cold scene looked exceptionally peaceful and tranquil.

Xia Jiang leaned his thin body against the deck railing, staring at the sea in a daze, tears still falling from the corners of his eyes from time to time.

"I'm sorry," Xiaolan said as she saw this and walked out of the restaurant. "Ms. Xia Jiang, you're all alone there...are you okay?"

"Nothing, just thinking about something."

Xia Jiang wiped the corners of his eyes hurriedly.

"Did I scare you today? I didn't expect it to turn out like this..."

"Miss Xia Jiang, are you thinking about Mr. Xiao Wu?" Xiao Lan noticed Xia Jiang's reluctance and walked over to the side, facing the sea breeze. "Actually, I don't think Mr. Xiao Wu is necessarily the murderer... How could the husband Miss Xia Jiang chose be a bad guy?"

"Xiaolan..."

"call!"

In the back, Gao Mo and Conan stood at the entrance of the restaurant, looking at the two girls talking under the moonlight, each with a look of thought on their faces.

After seeing women like his neighbor and female colleague, Gao Mo deeply felt the beauty of this innocence.

It is so precious in a world full of murderous intentions.

"To be honest, I also want to have a girlfriend like Xiaolan."

"Um?!"

Conan, who had been silent, suddenly twitched his eyebrows. He raised his little face and looked at Gao Mo warily: "Brother Shiroto is not married yet? 25 is not young anymore."

You are the only one who is meddling in other people's business.

Gao Mo glanced at Conan and didn't bother with this guy.

If it was Conan whose character collapsed in the later stages of the animation, he would definitely give him a good beating, but this guy is not that annoying now.

tell you later.

When I was following the anime, I was filled with anger, but I couldn't do anything to the old thief 73. However, I could vent it in this world.

stare!
Suddenly, a chill ran down Gao Mo's back. Turning around, he saw a dark shadow retreating hurriedly on the upper deck.

The only thing left was vicious murderous intent.

Gao Mo's eyes narrowed slightly.

At this time, the only person left in the restaurant who was still sleeping was the unreliable Kogoro Mori, and everyone in the Tsunamoto family had already returned to their rooms.

Everyone was convinced that Xiao Wu was the murderer, or they simply didn't care about the real murderer.

"Ms. Yoko, I'm here..."

The man with a mustache was talking in his sleep while holding a wine bottle, with a lewd smile on his face, which made Gao Mo's eyebrows twitch.

If you want to protect Natsue Tsunamoto, you can only rely on Xiaolan.

And be careful not to let Xiaolan get scared - a scared Xiaolan will have no fighting power at all.

It would be best if Natsue and Xiaolan could stay up all night until the cruise ship arrives in Tokyo.

Gao Mo thought and turned to the little Conan with his hands in his pockets.

Will the murderer be the painter from the original novel? The next victim will be..._(ω」∠)_
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(End of this chapter)