Zongman: This friendly communication system is too friendly.

Suddenly, Conan fell silent, and even his breathing became much lighter.

He was prepared to be scolded by Uncle Maori.

However, to his surprise, Uncle Maori did not scold him, nor did he come over to beat him. Instead, he asked, "Conan, do you want to go back to the scene? Is this your own idea, or..."

Uncle Maori didn't finish his words, but his eyes were looking at Wang Changsheng.

The meaning is obvious.

"This is all Conan's idea, Uncle Maori." Wang Changsheng said honestly, "Conan just told me that he was worried that it would be unsafe for the community center to be guarded by only one old police officer overnight, so he also wanted to go over and help."

This is basically what Conan meant, and Wang Changsheng was not talking nonsense.

He did this because he really wanted to help Conan return to the crime scene.

Anyway, there are no clues for him to find over there.

Let him stay there all night without sleeping.

The next day, Wang Changsheng didn't believe how good his spirits could be.

By then, your mind will not be clear, so what can you use to reason?

"Is that so?" Uncle Maori nodded, and then remained silent for a moment.

Finally, he thought about it and said directly, "Actually, we just talked about it and felt that we really shouldn't go back to sleep like this. Leaving the officer alone at the scene, if the murderer is a desperate criminal, he might find the officer to completely destroy the scene, and then it will be a problem."

Conan and Wang Changsheng didn't expect Uncle Maori to say that, and they were stunned for a moment.

"So, Uncle Maori, what do you mean?" Wang Changsheng was the first to come back to his senses and asked Uncle Maori.

"I think I'd better go back and take a look at the situation. It would be best if I could stay there overnight," Uncle Maori said. "I just talked to Mrs. Daidoji and Dr. Asai, and they are also very supportive of this."

"Ah? Is that so?" Wang Changsheng's gaze shifted from Uncle Maori to Yuan Mei behind him.

"Yes, I just discussed it with Detective Maori, and we think it would be better to go and take a look." Yuan Mei nodded.

But Sakura, who she was holding, didn't look very good, and looked very conflicted.

Obviously, she was following Yuan Mei just now and heard the entire conversation between them.

So I knew long ago that they might return to Gongmingguan.

Xiaolan also seemed a little reluctant.

"But even if he goes back, you kids don't have to follow him. The detective said he can go there. I will send you to the guesthouse in a while. You can go back to sleep quickly. You don't need to worry about what happens next." Yuan Mei added.

Hearing him say this, Conan was the first to jump out.

"I'm not sleepy, Uncle Maori. I want to help too. Just let me stay with you. I'm a fast runner!"

"Haha, what a cute child."

Yuanmei was amused by Conan's words, but she felt that the suggestion was a little inappropriate.

However, Conan is not her child after all, so Sonomi naturally would not go over Uncle Maori to order or ask Conan to go back to sleep.

After all, she will have her own things to do when she returns. Even if Conan goes to the crime scene again, it will be Detective Maori's responsibility.

So she set her sights on Uncle Maori.

"You can follow me if you want, but remember, you are not allowed to run around this time."

Uncle Maori didn't ask Conan to go back.

Maybe he thought it was okay for a little boy like him to follow him out for a run.

He gave this instruction, then smiled and said to Yuan Mei: "What Conan said is indeed true, he is very good at running errands."

"Then Sister Xiaolan, are you going?" Sakura looked up at Xiaolan beside her.

"As for me..." Xiaolan turned her head, a helpless expression on her face, "I should go."

This time, the three of them came together.

Her father and Conan both went.

She was also quite scared to go back and live alone.

This is a must go...

Xiaolan sighed slowly.

"Then classmate Xiao Wang..." At this time, Xiaoying also looked at Wang Changsheng who was a little further away, wanting to ask him whether he would go back to the guesthouse.

"I'll go and take a look too. You and Zhishi go back first. Your brother just called to urge you to go back. If you don't go back, you don't know how worried he will be about you." Wang Changsheng took a few steps forward and walked side by side with Xiaolang and Linghuan Xinlong again.

Finally a group of people decided.

Sonomi took Sakura, Tomoyo, and Syaoran back.

That’s right, Xiaolang originally wanted to follow Wang Changsheng.

But Wang Changsheng thought it was too troublesome to take him with him to do things, so he let him go back to sleep alone.

This made Xiaolang feel as if he had suffered a blow for a moment, and he followed Zhishi in a daze.

But Wang Changsheng didn't care about him.

Several people went their separate ways.

One party returned to the guesthouse.

One side returned to the community center.

Before they parted, Asai Narumi said that he would bring some midnight snacks to Uncle Mori and the others, so he did not come with them, but went home first.

After Wang Changsheng and Uncle Maori arrived at the crime scene.

As soon as Uncle Maori entered the piano room, he saw a corpse on the ground covered with a rag.

"Nani?!"

Seeing this, Uncle Maori's face suddenly turned dark.

"I knew I had to come back and take a look!"

Uncle Maori blew his beard and glared, a little angry: "Why did they move the body? Doesn't that old policeman have any common sense?"

"Not only that, he also touched the music score." Conan frowned even deeper than Uncle Maori.

But he didn't look as angry as Uncle Maori.

Since the scene has been destroyed, there is nothing that can be done.

Unexpectedly, they turned back to avoid the murderer from destroying the scene.

As a result, no matter how careful you are, you can't prevent a thief from within.

The scene had been completely destroyed by that old policeman.

However, compared to Conan, their dissatisfaction is different.

Wang Changsheng was trying to hold back his laughter.

"Okay, good move! I don't have to do any secondary destruction."

"Did he even touch the music score?" Uncle Maori's brows were twisted into a knot.

He even suspected that the old policeman on the island was in cahoots with the murderer and was here to help the murderer destroy the scene.

When the storm died down that night, the criminal police from other places rushed over to see this scene. They must have been very depressed...

"Speaking of which, where is he?" Uncle Maori looked around and wanted to find the old policeman to question him, but he didn't see the old policeman who was supposed to be guarding here.

"He's not going back, is he?" Uncle Maori's eyes widened, and he said in disbelief, "Could it be that he thinks guarding the scene means just putting the body down and covering it with a rag?"

"How on earth did he become a policeman?!"

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I'm so tired that I can't even open my eyes_(??`」∠)_

Chapter 337 The murderer appears?

"Ah?"

Just as Uncle Maori carefully removed the lid from the dead body, trying his best to protect the body that had been almost destroyed.

Conan suddenly discovered a strange place.

He stretched out a hand and pointed at the wet shirt on the dead man.

"Uncle Maori, why is there a hole in this man's clothes?"

Conan seemed to be asking a question, but in fact he was trying to attract Uncle Maori's attention.

really.

Uncle Maori placed the rag in his hand on the ground aside.

He turned around and looked in the direction Conan was pointing.

"Huh? There really is a hole." Uncle Maori took a look and couldn't help but grumble, "Maybe he scratched it while doing something. He's a rich man, so he exercises a lot."

Uncle Maori gave a nearly perfect explanation for the hole: "Besides, Mr. Kawashima Hideo is so rich, it's impossible for him to wear torn clothes."

"So Uncle Maori, what you mean is that this might have been done by the murderer?" Conan stared at the hole for a while, then raised his head and said to Uncle Maori in an innocent tone.

"That should be right." Uncle Maori nodded.

"Dad, stop judging a corpse!"

Xiaolan, who was beside Wang Changsheng, looked at her father and Conan squatting on the ground, as if she wanted to stick her face against the corpse's face. Her little face turned pale and she spoke with a slightly coquettish tone.

"Xiaolan, you should be able to play the piano, right?" Uncle Maori stood up again at this time.

I don't know if it was because he heard Xiaolan's complaints or because he thought of something, but he asked instead.

"Play the piano? Of course, it was you, Dad, who sent me to learn it. Don't you remember that?" Xiaolan pursed her lips and replied helplessly.

She even won an award at school, and the trophy is right at home. Dad doesn't even know about this, and he's still asking...

"Then take a look at this music score and try to play the piano." Uncle Maori didn't care about anything else, but pointed to the piano and then said to Xiaolan.

"Ah? Should I play it now?" Xiaolan couldn't help but widen her big eyes and showed a little resistance when she heard that.

After all, this piano was what the islanders called a cursed object.

She didn't want any contact at all.

Don't even want to get close.

Not to mention that three lives are indeed connected to this piano.

And there was a dead body lying on this piano not long ago.

Just thinking about Xiaolan makes me feel very happy.

However, she finally couldn't stand Uncle Maori's urging and prepared to go up and shoot a few shots while looking at the score.

"Sister Xiaolan, wait a moment." Wang Changsheng suddenly called her.

When Xiaolan turned around, Wang Changsheng took out a pair of white gloves from his pocket.

"Sister Xiaolan, this is for you." Wang Changsheng reached out and handed the gloves to Xiaolan. "If you want to play this music to see if there are any problems, it's best to wear gloves. This way you won't destroy any evidence and won't be too disgusting."

Looking at the white gloves handed to her by Wang Changsheng, Xiaolan was suddenly moved.

She nodded repeatedly: "Okay, I understand. Thank you so much, brother Changsheng."

Xiaolan's friendly attitude towards Wang Changsheng made Conan, who was standing beside her, snort secretly.

But he didn't say anything in the end.

After all, what Wang Changsheng did was indeed right.

"But where did his gloves come from? Why does he carry a pair of white gloves in his pocket?" Conan narrowed his eyes again.

"Could it be that this guy originally wanted to do something with these gloves? Or maybe he'd already done it, and by the way, he was using Xiaolan's hands to erase some possible clues about the gloves..."

Conan, who is habitually suspicious, started to become suspicious again.

With gloves as a barrier.