Zongman: This friendly communication system is too friendly.

"It's true that you can't judge a book by its cover." Uncle Maori exclaimed in amazement.

Hirata Kazuaki kept shaking his head and refused to admit that he had killed anyone: "I really didn't kill anyone, it wasn't me!"

"Hmph, whether you killed him or not is not something you can deny just by talking nonsense." Uncle Maori sneered.

Suddenly, a slightly old voice came from the piano room.

"Hello? Who are you? What are you doing over there?!"

Judging from the voice, it seemed to be the old policeman who had originally stayed here.

"It's us! We caught the murderer!" Uncle Maori also shouted.

After responding, he began to mutter: "Does this old man even know what he's doing? He's guarding the crime scene and can just disappear without a trace. Really, he just wants to make trouble..."

"What if this was intentional?" Conan nodded and murmured in a barely audible voice.

"What did you say?" Wang Changsheng came over to Conan.

"Nothing." Conan shook his head and did not answer.

Wang Changsheng glanced at him and then shrugged.

Now that the old policeman was back, Uncle Maori took the guy he had identified as the murderer and walked around in a circle, and then returned to the main entrance of the community center.

"Uncle policeman, arrest him. He tried to sneak in here just now, but ran away after seeing us. I seriously suspect that he is the murderer." Uncle Maori pushed Hirata Kazuaki in front of the old policeman.

"Huh? He is the murderer?" The old policeman was also stunned when he saw the village chief's secretary.

"It's not me, it's not me!" Hirata Kazuaki felt like his head was shaking like a drum, but no one paid any attention to him.

The old policeman took out handcuffs and handcuffed him.

After making sure he wouldn't break free, he sat down again.

The rice balls on the tablecloth have not been finished yet. After all, they were made by Dr. Asai, so they cannot be wasted.

Thinking of this, Uncle Maori began to eat with a grunt.

While eating, he stared at Hirata Kazuaki with his fierce, yet somewhat wise eyes.

"Mr. Secretary, aren't you going to tell us how you killed Kawashima Hideo and how you made the beach outside look like that?" Uncle Maori took the opportunity to ask his doubts.

"Hahahahaha"

Wuhu~

I didn't expect that in such a short period of time, there would be a breakthrough in the case.

"Am I a little too awesome?"

Uncle Maori was very happy. Although Asai Narumi had prepared salty rice balls, he felt a hint of sweetness when he tasted them.

"delicious!"

Bah, bah, bah~

Hirata Kazuaki seemed to be frightened by Uncle Mori's aura.

No matter what others asked him, he would mechanically shake his head and deny it three times in a row: "It's not me, it's not me, I'm not a murderer, I'm not a murderer!"

"Don't try to be so stubborn anymore. What's the point of trying to argue now? I've already caught you. There's no way you can escape your guilt. It's better to confess everything you did. Remember, leniency for confession, severity for resistance!"

Uncle Maori ate the last half of the rice ball in one gulp, stared at Hirata Kazuaki with sharp eyes, and persuaded him to confess quickly so that he could get the benefit of turning himself in.

"I'm telling you, I, Maori Kogoro, am a renowned detective. I think you should confess quickly. If it weren't for you, how could you sneak out of the piano room and spy on us at this time? You must have been too hasty when you killed someone, accidentally leaving some evidence behind, and you were worried about us discovering it, so you thought of secretly retrieving it at night, right?"

Uncle Mori's expression was a little smug, but after all, Asai Narumi was still here, so he was still very restrained and did not stick out his tongue and laugh.

"No, no... I didn't kill anyone..."

Hearing Hirata and Akira repeating the same two sentences over and over again, Uncle Maori curled his lips in disdain.

"Well, since you're unwilling to confess and turn yourself in, then let's wait until the detectives come in the morning and get to the bottom of everything. But then you won't be able to get your sentence reduced. Humph, I'm helping you and you don't even know it!"

Uncle Maori turned his head away, not intending to pay any more attention to this guy who seemed to be scared out of his wits after being caught by them.

Seeing that Uncle Maori stopped talking and grabbed another rice ball to start tasting it, Wang Changsheng glanced at Conan.

He knew this guy wasn't the murderer, but Uncle Maori seemed to be convinced that he was.

Of course, this is also a normal thing.

After all, if Uncle Maori can easily solve a case, what's the use of Conan?

Looking at Conan's serious expression.

Wang Changsheng knew that this guy probably didn't agree with Uncle Maori's opinions.

Look at his little eyes, they are constantly scanning Hirata and Ming, with a suspicious expression on his face.

He instinctively thought that the murderer was not the village chief's secretary.

There are too many inconsistencies.

But there is actually nothing wrong with what Uncle Maori said.

If he was not the murderer, and if he really had nothing to do with the case as he said, why was he sneaking around the window and watching them during this sensitive period?

If Dr. Asai hadn't brought up the topic of windows, they wouldn't have discovered each other.

Otherwise, it would be pitch black outside, and it might not be possible to detect his presence without exposing the other party.

"But then again, if Ping Tianhe Ming was the murderer, why was he so horrified when he saw the body?"

Conan still remembers the scene of this guy going crazy and talking nonsense outside the piano room.

The fear he showed when he saw Hideo Kawashima die on this piano must not have been fake.

This genuine reaction directly shows that Hirata Kazuaki should not be the murderer of the deceased.

But he was so scared when he saw the corpse, so why did he dare to appear at the crime scene at this time?

When he was dragged into this house by Uncle Maori, his body was shaking so much that it was almost visible to the naked eye.

Conan was sure that there must be something wrong with Hirata and Akira.

If you had nothing to hide, you wouldn't wait until someone died and come here in the middle of the night.

But what exactly is the problem...

What is the connection between this question and this case?

This was the first time Conan was troubled by a case.

Everything happened so fast.

He had been on the road all day since he got off the boat.

Continuously investigating.

Keep thinking.

After the accident, the crime scene was so strange that it made people feel suspicious.

His clever brain was repeatedly hammered...

A whole day passed and he no longer remembered how many beatings he had received.

Conan felt as if his head was filled with a pile of paste, swaying and affecting his judgment.

In the end, he could only come to one conclusion.

Hirata and Akira are a bit strange, but they are probably not the murderers. They are just related to this case to some extent.

Thinking of this, Conan took a deep breath, rubbed his head, and then looked at the old policeman: "Uncle, where did you go just now?"

"What?" The old policeman didn't expect Conan to ask him this question out of the blue. He was stunned for a moment, then smiled sheepishly. "I just went to the bathroom, and then I heard someone shouting. I thought something had happened, so I rushed over."

"Oh, I see." Conan nodded, then asked, "Uncle Police Officer, what do you think of this gentleman? Do you think he could be the murderer? Is he usually very brave?"

"Uh..." Conan's series of questions startled the old policeman. He then answered them one by one like a person being interrogated: "I don't know much about him, but if you ask me if he is the murderer, I think it's unlikely. He is not very courageous and a bit cowardly. He doesn't seem like someone who would kill."

The old police officer shook his head truthfully.

However, Uncle Maori did not agree with his words.

After eating his last rice ball, Uncle Maori retorted, "His usual behavior is all fake. He appears cowardly and honest in front of outsiders, but who knows how dark he is inside. Otherwise, how could he kill someone?"

Recalling the arrogant look on this guy's face when he drove them out today, Uncle Maori didn't think his character was that weak.

Besides, the village chief is standing behind him. As the village chief's secretary, he should have considerable power. How could his character be as cowardly as he appears?

Uncle Maori swore: "I have seen many murderers, and many of them are like him now, pretending that it is impossible for him to be a murderer, but in fact, this kind of person is the most likely to be the murderer."

Uncle Maori spoke eloquently about his views.

"I think this is how the secretary killed people. He first tricked Hideo Kawashima to the beach outside the piano room. Then, for some interests, he had a dispute with Hideo Kawashima, which made him want to kill him, and he finally brutally killed him!"

Uncle Maori's expression was very confident. "I have evidence for this! We were supposed to be staying peacefully in the community center today, but Conan accidentally touched the piano keys. When this guy found out, he got furious and kicked us out. He even said it was the village chief's opinion, but I clearly didn't hear the village chief say anything to us. I guess this guy must have taken advantage of his power and done something shameful in order to make an exchange with Kawashima!"

Uncle Maori's nonsense made Wang Changsheng open his eyes wide.

"Don't tell me, don't tell me, Uncle Maori's thinking is actually right in one respect!"

Why are Hirata and Akira so afraid of Conan touching the piano? It’s because they have hidden some dirty things in the piano.

"It wasn't me! I didn't kill him!"

Seeing the village chief's secretary wailing again, Wang Changsheng interrupted speechlessly, "Uncle, since you say it wasn't you, then why don't you explain why you came here in the middle of the night? You've only spoken a few incoherent sentences. If you can't come up with anything useful, I suggest you tape your mouth shut. Otherwise, what if you're affecting Uncle Maori's train of thought?"

Wang Changsheng did not intend to let Conan and Uncle Maori discover the drug trafficking of the group headed by the village chief right now.

Otherwise, if Conan is given new ideas, things may get out of control.

He came to help Asai Narumi kill people and to catch a few evil spirits to use as power banks.

If Conan discovered the drugs hidden by Hirata Kazuaki and Kuroiwa Tatsuji at this moment, combined with the murder notice that he had already seen, he would probably suddenly understand the murder plan.

Wang Changsheng didn't want to provide any help to Conan.

"What little brother Changsheng said makes sense. Anyway, we can't get anything out of this guy, so we might as well just shut his mouth." Uncle Maori smiled slightly smugly when he heard what Wang Changsheng said.

Then he wanted to get up and look for the tape.

Wang Changsheng raised his hand, signaling him not to run: "Uncle Maoli, I have it here, give it to you."

He casually took a roll of tape from Linghuan Xinlong's backpack, and then Wang Changsheng handed it to Uncle Maori.

[Message]: Negative points from Hirata Kazuaki +200

"Huh?" Wang Changsheng didn't expect that such a marginal character could bring him 200 negative points.

Suddenly he became interested.

"Uncle Maori, quickly seal his mouth with tape. Otherwise, if one of his accomplices comes over and hears his voice, or if they use some secret code we don't know about, causing the clue to slip away right under our noses, wouldn't that be extremely damaging to your reputation?"

"That makes sense!" Uncle Maori nodded, then took the roll of tape in his hand and tore off a piece. "As expected of little brother Changsheng, you are very thoughtful."

Looking at Uncle Maori walking towards him step by step with a "grim smile", Hirata Kazuaki kept kicking his legs, trying to lean back.

However, he was already in the corner, with his back against the wall, and he had nowhere to retreat.

"Oops, sorry, it's a little crooked." Uncle Maori put the tape on Hirata Kazuaki's mouth, but suddenly his hand seemed to tremble, and he used too much force, so half of it was crooked.

"strangeness……"

Uncle Maori muttered something.

then……

"His-"

Remove the tape.

"what!"

Stick to it again.

"Uuuuuuu..."

[Message]: Negative points from Hirata Kazuaki +500

"Finally quiet."

After dealing with Hirata and Akira, Uncle Mori came back.

At this time, the old policeman standing by was also dumbfounded by Uncle Maori's fierce operation.