Conan's Helping People

Hinata looked through the memory of the original owner and found that the original owner didn't pay much attention to things in the school. Even the teacher initially wanted the original owner to be the monitor, but he was rejected.

"Are the cups the same?" He considered it for a moment and showed a surprised expression, "Sorry, I don't pay much attention to my classmates at school, so I didn't pay attention to these things."

The little detective and Hinata looked at each other for a few seconds, nodded deeply, showed expressions of serious belief, and no longer dug into the problem, but asked very quickly: "It's so late, why don't you, Hinata-san?"

When you go back, do you want to be in the classroom?"

"At this time, even the club activities have stopped. Brother monitor and the others are staying in school to play the pen fairy game. What about you, brother?"

This little detective... Hinata suddenly understood why he got ten points for answering Miss A's question, but twenty points for answering this little detective's question.

It's really a bit of a jump, but it happens to be in the right place.

When most people make up a lie, they make it up smoothly, but when the other party asks questions, they make jumps. Even if the prisoner has made up the lie in advance, flaws will inevitably be exposed in this sudden jump.

He is indeed the son of Kudo. I feel he is quite smart compared to Kudo Shinichi.

Hinata looked at the little detective in surprise.

Fortunately, he is not a murderer, and he does not need to make up too many lies. He only needs to bite himself to death because he was in a hurry to take medicine and not drink water. The rest can be told the truth.

It's past ten o'clock now. Of course, the normal students have gone home long ago. The abnormal students are also wandering in some bad places. They are left alone in the school without turning on the lights, just sitting in the dark classroom. It looks really bad.

Suspicious, very psychotic.

But when Hinata read the reasons why the original owner would rather sit in the classroom than go home, she was instantly convinced.

The original owner didn't go home because his family was special.

His father was a mysterious migrant worker. He only came home on the seventh of every month, or he might not come home at all. He would only show up after two or three months.

Inversely proportional to the time his father spends at home is the wealth of their family.

As long as they can remember, their family has never been short of money, and the original owner's mother can even move out millions of cash notes without blinking an eye.

At the same time, my father would also bring some vicious people home for discussion.

The original owner had once seen his father shoot his subordinate directly to death on the 7th of a certain month a few years ago. Then he turned around and humbly nodded to the phone and said that such a thing would never happen again.

It doesn't matter if you casually kill your subordinates. Japan is in chaos anyway. The problem is that the original owner's father calls the person on the other end of the phone "Gin".

Hinata is reasonable: "..."

He quickly felt lucky that this was a school and there were many people there.

After that shot, the original owner kept a distance from his father. The father may have noticed the original owner's repulsive attitude, so he simply stopped going home. The last time the other party came home was almost two years ago.

In addition to my father, my mother, who can move out large amounts of cash without blinking an eye, is also problematic.

Normally, the other person behaves elegantly and has a gentle temperament, but as the head of the family does not come home for a long time, she begins to act abnormally. She will suddenly go crazy and scream, or run wildly and throw the original owner into the closet and lock him.

Category.

Anyway, there are two abnormal people in one family.

When he returned home, he would be locked directly in a closet, box, or wardrobe. The original owner simply stayed at school until late every day, waiting for his mother to fall asleep before returning home.

"The reason why I haven't gone home so late is because..." Hinata organized her thoughts reasonably.

He thought about neutral words for a while, but couldn't think of anything milder that would not offend the children, so he simply asked directly: "What will your parents do when you do something wrong?"

"Some parents will explain things to their children gently, while others will directly teach them a lesson. The reason why I don't go home is that my mother is a bit scary."

These sentences were too long. During the conversation, Hinata kept observing the little detective's expression, and decided that if the other party didn't understand, he would just use the trump card of "You are still young, you can tell the adults directly."

Fortunately, after listening to this, the little detective pondered for a few seconds, and then he suddenly realized and whispered to himself: "It turns out that the binding scars on the wrists were caused by domestic violence... Then it is not campus bullying!"

Although the little detective lowered his voice, Hinata could faintly hear it if he sat too close.

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Ah, wait, many children have been severely beaten by their parents, and they do understand this concept, but it turns out that the other party suspected that he was being bullied at school, and was he also a suspect in the case?

Judging from the appearance of the little detective, he is probably still in elementary school. Are all elementary school students today so smart?

Correction, are all primary school students in this nuclear-peace world so smart?

It's inexplicably reasonable, so that's okay.

Hinata took a sip of water with a reasonable epiphany, and then asked: "Do you have any more questions, little detective?"

"...Hey, you found out that I was interrogating you." The little detective was stunned for a moment, and his eyes looked away for a moment with guilt.

On the other side, the fat police officer and Kudo finished their gentle questioning. The two whispered a few words to each other, and Kudo came over.

When he found the other party coming, the little detective immediately suppressed his guilty conscience and took the time to ask: "What disease does Brother Hinata have? I know the aunt in the hospital, maybe she can help recommend a doctor!"

Hinata thought about this problem the moment she made up a nonsense excuse.

"Sorry, it's a hereditary disease in the family. I actually don't know much about it." He said without changing his expression. "The medicine I usually take is a separate white tablet. I have never seen a medicine bottle."

He and the little detective moved in sync, staring at the Kudo coming over.

The little detective jumped again and said: "Brother Hinata, your classmates say that you are a very arrogant, cold and difficult person to get along with, but I feel that you are easy to get along with and very kind-hearted."

"...You are so kind that you obviously don't know your classmates, but you still choose to protect them after they were hurt,"

Hinata was shocked for a moment and subconsciously lowered her head to look at the little detective.

The little detective was still holding the water glass, staring at Kudo who was walking over, with a calm expression on his face, as if he didn't say those words himself.

"No, I really didn't drink water." After the shock, Hinata settled on this point, and then relaxed in other aspects, "But the murderer can only be a few people, so it's not difficult to guess."

The deception failed, and the little detective was disappointed for a moment: "...it's so watertight that it can't even be deceived."

After the fat police officer said a few words to the others, everyone else looked surprised. A police officer nodded, took out the handcuffs, and walked towards Miss A, a passerby.

Sure enough, the case was solved, as expected of Kudo.

He opened the system interface and looked at it, and found that he had one hundred and ten points.

Excluding the points given by Miss A, a passerby, he answered five questions of the little detective.

By the way, Hinata doesn't know the names of these two people yet. Miss A, a passerby, is lucky. It is estimated that they will not encounter each other on the street in the next few years, or more than ten years.

But this little detective is most likely also named Kudo. He doesn’t have many memories of childhood animation, but he vaguely remembers running around, and maybe he will meet him again in the future.

As long as he is not the murderer or the deceased, he can hug the detective.

He thought for a moment and asked, "By the way, I don't know your name yet."

"Shinichi, my name is Kudo Shinichi." Kudo Shinichi turned his head, his eyes wandering for a moment, "I was very sharp just now, wasn't I? I am a disciple of Sherlock Holmes!"

Kudo...Shinichi?!

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