Conan Rick's Investigator

Outside the iron bars, a person in a black skirt kneeling on the cobblestone floor sighed.

"Akio..."

"It's been five years, let's just forget about it..."

"Because no matter how much pain you suffer, the dead will never come back."

Hearing this, Conan, who was sitting next to the cabinet, widened his eyes and remembered the photo he had just seen in the study upstairs.

The photo is a family portrait.

There are three people in the family photo, a bald man sitting in the main seat and a mother and son who look very similar.

Five years ago, the male owner here was killed.

If the man who was killed was the man in the photo, then these two people should be...

So that's it. The secret of this house and the truth of that incident.

I understand it all!

……

"Okay, okay, eat quickly."

"I'm imprisoning you here for your own good!"

"As long as we endure until the statute of limitations for the case has passed, everything will be fine."

The person in the black dress continued to push the plate inside, but the person lying on the bed remained unmoved.

At this moment, the man in the black skirt suddenly lost his temper and pounded the ground with his hands.

"Eat! Why not eat!"

"If you don't eat today, you won't have any!"

"eat fast!"

The voice of the person in the black skirt suddenly became louder, which scared Ayumi behind Conan so much that she flinched and involuntarily shrank back.

It wouldn't have been a big deal if his foot had shrunk, but his foot had hit the mop in the corner, causing the mop handle to lose balance and fall to the ground.

Fortunately, Conan reacted quickly enough, and all those years of football training were not in vain. He raised his foot and hooked the mop handle that was about to fall to the ground.

call--

Conan breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.

At this time, Qin Zhibo, who was hiding in the metal cabinet, felt something was wrong.

I don’t know what was placed in this metal cabinet before, but now there is a strange pungent smell in the cabinet.

Qin Zhibo had been enduring it since just now, but as the strange smell continued to attack his nasal cavity, Qin Zhibo finally couldn't bear it anymore.

I want to sneeze...

Seeing that he was about to hold back his sneeze, Qin Zhibo quickly covered his mouth with both hands to make the sneeze as silent as possible.

But correspondingly, Qin Zhibo's body trembled due to the recoil of the sneeze.

The vibration caused the metal cabinet to shake.

Then, as luck would have it, the iron bucket on the metal cabinet lost its balance and rolled down, making a loud noise.

bang-

A huge noise echoed in the dungeon. The figure in the black skirt shrank suddenly, turned back and stared, while picking up the sharp knife at her feet and threatening.

"I just feel that, besides those two people just now, there seem to be other rats sneaking in."

"Okay, come out! There's no point hiding."

"Shh! Come out now!"

The person in the black skirt glared fiercely in the direction of the cabinet.

Conan, who was sitting next to the cabinet, gritted his teeth nervously at first, then smiled relaxedly.

There's no point in hiding, right?

Now his position has been discovered by the other party. As long as he walks over and takes a look, his and Ayumi's positions will be exposed instantly.

It would be better to walk out now and intimidate the other party with words, so that your chances of escape will be greater.

And the iron bucket just fell to the ground.

If persuasion doesn't work, let you experience the feeling of scoring a goal!

Conan thought about his next plan in his mind, broke free from Ayumi's arms, and walked straight out.

……

At the same time, Qin Zhibo in the closet also experienced a brief psychological struggle.

Is this person talking about me? After all, it was me who made that sound just now.

It's no use saying I'm hiding?

but……

Why should I hide?

Just as Qin Zhibo was about to push open the cabinet door and walk out, Conan next to the cabinet had already made a sound.

"Ma'am, I think that should be referring to you, right?"

"I saw it all in the study just now. It's the photo of you and the man who was killed five years ago."

"And the man standing next to the photo is the madman who hid in the basement for five years."

"Although I'm not sure about his appearance, I know that this person is your son!"

"Because you don't have that mole under your eye!"

Chapter 87 Conan: I should be in the closet!

Conan stated his reasoning with confidence.

In fact, through the self-exposure of the person in the black skirt and the photos found upstairs before, Conan had already guessed the identities of the two people in the basement.

It was the mother and son in the photo, except for the male owner.

Although the mother and son look very similar, especially the iconic pointed nose, which is exactly the same, and their appearance must have changed a little in five years.

But the son in the photo has a mole under his eyelid.

The person in the black dress in front of me has no mole on her face, so she must be my mother.

The man lying on the bed with his back to the iron bars, named "Zhaofu", could only be his son.

Next, Conan continued his verbal attack.

For example, in a house that has not been lived in for five years, running water is still flowing from the bathroom faucet; there is a wooden door on the side wall of the villa that is obviously older than the wall.

After these findings were revealed, Conan slowly stated his conclusion.

"At first, I just felt that this place was a little strange."

"But from your conversation just now, I have completely solved all the mysteries here."

"Generally speaking, there are only two possibilities in this situation. One is..."

Conan confidently put one hand in his pocket and held up two fingers with the other.

"And the other scenario is that the one who killed the master was the very son you locked up!"

Conan pointed his index finger at the figure in the cell.

The figure seemed to have heard Conan's voice and reacted, moving its body slowly.

At this moment, the man in the black skirt holding the sharp knife became even more agitated and roared in his throat, "Who the hell are you?"

"My name is Conan Edogawa, and I'm a detective."

Conan calmly revealed his identity and was about to continue his persuasion when the man in the black skirt's emotions became even more uncontrollable.

"Detective..."

“Hmph, hmph—”

A chilling snort emanated from his throat, and the sharp knife in his hand flashed with a cold light.

Suddenly, the figure in the black skirt rushed towards Conan, yelling hysterically, "Go to hell!"

Conan's eyes widened. He had already anticipated that the person in the black skirt might resist, so he quickly squatted down and adjusted the knob on his foot-strengthening shoes.

But just as the knob was adjusted to the correct position and colorful arcs of electricity flashed on the shoe surface in an unscientific manner, the person in the black skirt rushed in front of Conan.

A strong hand grabbed Conan's throat and pressed the small body against the wall.

...Please help me, Mom!

Conan was extremely surprised.

Because according to my imagination, it should not matter how close the other person is to me or how urgent the situation is.

He had enough time to turn on the switch of his kick-strengthening shoes, then kick out a complete kick, hitting the opponent above the neck and knocking him unconscious.

But why?

this time……

Conan's consciousness began to blur.

But through his slightly narrowed eyelids, he could already see the sharp knife in the black skirt's hand about to swing down at him.

In the corner of his eye, he saw Ayumi, whose legs had collapsed in fear.

Ayumi...

Run...

……

Qin Zhibo, hiding in the metal cabinet, listened carefully to all of Conan's reasoning.

To be honest, Qin Zhibo never expected that a "house viewing" casually commissioned by Matsumoto Ryohei would have such an explosive background story behind it.

But this time Qin Zhibo was not as surprised as before.

After all, with previous experience, Qin Zhibo has prepared for the daily events to become less daily.

However, just as Qin Zhibo was silently watching what Conan was going to do next after finishing his reasoning, a dazzling colorful light suddenly flashed in Qin Zhibo's eyes.

When Qin Zhibo regained his sight, Conan had already been pressed against the wall and rubbed.

This……

Although it was another opportunity, this time Qin Zhibo did not have the idea of watching Conan die and then preparing to investigate the body himself.

People still need to be saved, but the methods and means must be appropriate.

If Conan came out of the closet directly at this time (pushed open the closet door and walked out), he would most likely be taken hostage.

So it’s best to make the person in the black skirt unable to react.

So Qin Zhibo took out the Inspiration Gun from his system's item bar.

Without aiming very accurately, Qin Zhibo fired a shot directly towards Conan and the man in the black skirt through the door of the metal cabinet.

Three bullets passed through the cabinet door without any damage and scattered into the brains of Conan and the man in the black skirt.

Q1: Was the gas turned off this morning?

Person in black skirt: In order to avoid being discovered, I usually eat cold food or bento from convenience stores. When have I ever turned on the gas?

Q2: Did you lock the door when you went out today?

Person in black skirt: I forgot to lock the door when I came back, so a few "rats" ran in...

Q3: Is the child yours?

Conan:?