Conan: I Am Not a Snake Spirit

"Uncle, your mission is to look after this store and prevent people from fighting or making trouble in the store or making trouble for the store staff..." Conan looked at the middle-aged man with a determined look on his face and asked, "Isn't that right? ?”

"Ah... you're right," the middle-aged man admitted with a dull look. When Conan hesitated whether to continue speaking, he stood up, walked up to Chi Feichi, and asked in a low voice with some suspicion. Chi Feichi said, "Let me ask, who are this child's parents?"

"I don't know either," Chi Feichi knew what the middle-aged man was suspecting. He looked at Conan, whose expression changed from confident to speechless, and chose to play dumb, "He seems to be the child of a friend of mine from a distant relative. , he just stayed at my teacher’s house, I have never met his parents, but my teacher has nothing to do with the Yakuza.”

"But his parents are not sure, right?" The middle-aged man looked embarrassed, "Actually, it doesn't matter if his parents are members of the Yakuza organization, but they must not be members of the Sichuan East Society, which is our hostile society. !”

"My parents are not members of violent societies and have nothing to do with violent societies!" Conan couldn't bear to clear up the names of his parents and said with a speechless face, "Many violent societies operate entertainment venues or provide assistance to entertainment venues. This is not the case. Is it something that many people know? I just made a simple inference based on my uncle's actions. For example, I can also see that my uncle didn't go home last night. I think you were here with friends at night. I went to a third izakaya at the intersection to drink. After drinking too much, I didn’t go home. I came directly to this restaurant this morning..."

"The third store came in at the intersection..." The middle-aged man recalled, looking at Conan with a ghostly look, "How, how do you know? I remember that I didn't see Conan when I was in that store last night. Are there children in the store? There are very few primary school students on this street. If I saw a child last night, I would definitely remember it!"

"I said, this is reasoning. There is a little stain on the inside of uncle's sleeve." Conan took the middle-aged man's left hand and started to fold up the sleeve of the man's suit, revealing the white sleeve of the shirt underneath, pointing at the white sleeve. The light-colored dot on the top said, "This should be the stain left after the wine dries up, right? Judging from the location and shape of the stain, it seems that someone knocked over the wine glass and the wine splashed on the uncle, and the uncle was not wearing a coat at the time , only wearing a white shirt underneath, so the stains after the wine dries will remain in this place. The temperature has been very low these two days, and you are not wearing a coat, which means you were indoors at the time, and you should have drank a lot at a party with friends. I took off my coat because I felt hot all over. As for why I knew my uncle didn’t come home last night, it was also because of this stain..."

While Conan was analyzing and reasoning, the gossip-loving male clerk walked out of the counter again and stood curiously eating melon.

Chi Feichi did not stop Conan from pursuing his interests.

Although he felt that the famous detective's habit of forgetting the truth as soon as he reasoned was not very good and could easily lead to death, but there was no murder here, and Conan's current performance was not excessive. Let Conan satisfy his desire for reasoning.

The middle-aged man bent his arms and looked at the stains on his sleeves. He quickly said with a clear face, "Is it because I didn't change my clothes? I drank too much last night and fell asleep in the izakaya. It's true." When I got home, I didn’t notice the wine stains on my sleeves…”

"And uncle must be married, right? You're still wearing a wedding ring on your right hand," Conan looked at the ring on the man's right hand with a smile and continued, "Except for the wine stains on his sleeves, everything else on uncle's body is stained. It's quite clean. You should have just changed your jacket and pants yesterday. There is still a little smell of laundry detergent on them. In addition, your shoes are also very clean. If you look carefully, you should even clean your leather shoes when you usually maintain them. Even though they were sewed together and brushed with maintenance oil, my uncle was able to endure wearing the clothes that were probably stained with sweat when he was drinking with friends last night. He didn't go home to change and went straight here. This shows that the person who likes cleanliness and cares about details is not his uncle, but Uncle’s wife! If uncle came home last night, before you go out this morning, your wife will definitely remind you to change your clothes before leaving!”

The middle-aged man thought of his wife, smiled sheepishly, and muttered helplessly, "It's more of a reminder than a reminder. If I don't do what she said, she can continue to nag her." I have a headache...but kid, you are really amazing, just like...yes, just like the great detective Sherlock Holmes who can tell a lot of information at a glance!"

"Really?" Conan's eyes lit up. Without waiting for the middle-aged man to answer, he asked again, "Uncle, do you usually read Sherlock Holmes stories?"

"Of course!" the middle-aged man said with excitement, "I remember a case about a group of people killing each other, and no one survived. I think the story called "No Survivors" is the most exciting!"

Chi Feichi: "..."

The author of "None Survived" is Agatha Cleese, and Arthur Conan Doyle, the author who created Sherlock Holmes, may be two different people...

The smile on Conan's face froze for a second, and he choked back what he wanted to say.

Another uncle like Uncle Kogoro, who can't even tell the difference between Agatha and Conan Doyle...

However, even a professional detective like Uncle Kogoro didn't know enough about these mystery novels, so he felt that it was understandable that the Yakuza member in front of him couldn't tell the difference.

The middle-aged man didn't think carefully about whether what he said was right. After he finished speaking, he couldn't wait to ask, "By the way, kid, how did you know that I went to the third izakaya at the intersection last night?"

Conan calmed down and spent two minutes explaining to the man how he had deduced that the man was only in this area last night based on the stains on the soles of his shoes, the power outage notice he saw on the road, and the special dishes mentioned on the sign of the izakaya. The only place where you can hold activities and drink at night is the izakaya.

Then, Conan found himself entangled...

Chi Feichi just took Conan to find a relatively quiet corner to sit down. Before he put coins into the game machine, the middle-aged man who had left for a while found two more people and brought five more people, also wearing black suits. A man of varying heights, fatness, and thinness, but with a faint tattoo on his wrist.

The six gangsters stood next to Chi Feichi and Conan. The nearby bosozokus, delinquent boys and girls silently moved away, and quietly watched with curious and gossipy eyes.

The middle-aged man ignored the gazes of others and excitedly told his companions about Conan's reasoning just now, while occupying the game console next to him with his companions.

Then, Conan felt like he had become a question and answer machine...

"Kid, look at him, do you think he is married?"

"And me, do you think I'm married?"

"Kid, guess where I was last night. If you guessed it right, I'll treat you to a cake!"

Ordinary people might be embarrassed to disturb an unfamiliar child, but the members of the violent club obviously wouldn't care that much. The five new-faced uncles surrounded Conan with great interest and asked questions.

Conan's eyes gradually lost their vitality.

Why do these people have so many problems...

Why did things become like this...

Why did he talk so much to that uncle in the first place...

Can these violent club members be a little more mature...

I won't go into too many questions. Can these people ask some normal questions, such as 'What year, month and day is my birthday?' without giving any other clues and let them deduce by looking at the person's face. , how could he possibly deduce it...

Chi Feichi did not lend a helping hand to Conan. When Conan was entangled by two uncles, he was still in the mood to chat with the middle-aged man he met at the beginning.

Although these people are members of violent societies, Japanese violent societies are similar to businessmen active in gray areas. Most of them run the entertainment industry and want to make money from ordinary people, so they have established an image of "not disturbing civilians" and are very concerned about it. With this reputation, as long as he doesn't reveal a lot of wealth and arouse the greed of these people, these people will never cause trouble to them.

Compared with these people, those young bosozoku may make provocative actions because they dislike someone. That is the 'troublesome group' that he and Conan need to pay more attention to, but those bosozoku will be officially members of violent gangs, so...

As soon as these six people sat next to them, the trouble Conan was worried about being caused by the bosozoku would not happen.

In addition, Conan's previous analysis and reasoning revealed some private information of the middle-aged man, and because Conan is a child, the middle-aged man subconsciously chose to 'don't care' and digested the unhappiness of the leak of private information. Facing him, the distance in my heart was much closer. When he asked about the distribution of forces nearby and if there were any interesting stories, the middle-aged man also told him some things about the Yakuza organization without any secret, which provided him with a lot. intelligence……

The current situation not only satisfies Conan's desire for reasoning, but also prevents them from being disturbed by the young bosozoku. It also allows him to obtain some information, killing three birds with one stone. He really can't find a reason to refuse these people to surround them.

As for Conan, he seems a little crazy...

Wouldn't it be nice to have someone to play reasoning games with? Conan, who likes reasoning, should feel happy now that he has so many questions waiting for reasoning, right?

So it must be an illusion.