Conan's winery play house

Officer Megure looked at Hideki Morohoshi with blank eyes.

The arrogant young man looked back at him with raised eyebrows.

"What? You can't understand Japanese anymore?" he asked sarcastically.

"Wait... wait, you mean, Mr. Subo is the murderer? Has the evidence been found?" Officer Megure looked like he had not yet recovered.

The guys from Silver Bullet just arrived, right?

You don’t even know who the suspect is, right?

How to identify the murderer?

"The murderer is a guy named Suwa who knows Japanese swordsmanship. As for who it is..." Hideki Morohoshi stood in front of the other four people with his hands in his pockets, looking at the tall and thin man in a black suit with his dark brown eyes.

"Haven't we already found this first-year guy? A guy who can use Japanese swordsmanship." And the first-year elementary school student next to him.

"You can tell from the marks on his hands that he knows Japanese swordsmanship. You are very good." He praised Edogawa Conan.

"The other brats are far behind your level. Are you playing house with them? Aren't you bored?" Hideki Morohoshi said mockingly.

Edogawa Conan's performance made them think that he might also be a genius.

In the previous mysterious messages, as well as the one at the Medieval Art Museum, and the performance of the other twin brother in the murder case, he was obviously much calmer and more stable than the other members of the Young Detective Team, and he could often find many clues.

Including previous helmets.

The opponent's helmet kick from the helicopter hit the prisoner's head, causing him to lose the ability to move.

This kind of thing is not something an ordinary first grader can do.

So Hideki Morohoshi is willing to have a better attitude towards Edogawa Conan because the other party has strength.

It’s just about why the other party formed a detective team with a group of guys who seem to be just behind...

Hideki Morohoshi couldn't understand.

"No...no, everyone is very good...I just guessed randomly and I happened to guess it right!" Conan Edogawa waved his hands quickly and explained with a smile that fit the silly and sweet look of a first grader.

"You... are a bit strange." Morohoshi narrowed his eyes and looked at Edogawa Conan.

You are obviously capable but you have to pretend to be like an ordinary first grader? You are so calm and composed when talking about reasoning and analysis...

Is this guy deliberately hiding his strength? Why? Is he afraid of being spotted if he shows too much talent?

"Yes... is there? Hahaha..." Edogawa Conan laughed awkwardly.

What, I think you little devils are weird.

The so-called murderer was found so quickly, and he didn't behave like a kid at all.

Really, you actually have the nerve to say I'm weird.

"If you treat it like trash for a long time, it will really turn into trash." Jiang Shouhang said with a smile.

There must be a secret in Edogawa Conan, maybe a big one.

Otherwise, if it is just a talent for reasoning, there is absolutely no need to hide it.

Would a child of this age dislike being in the spotlight for the day?

Several members of Silver Bullet can frankly admit that part of the reason why they become detectives is to enjoy the feeling of being sought after, and mostly because of the challenge and fun.

"Do you have any big secrets?" Takizawa Shinya suddenly approached Edogawa Conan and asked with a shrewd expression on his face.

Edogawa Conan froze on the spot.

"What are you talking about? Such rubbish... I can't even understand it. It's so profound." He touched his hair, tried his best to make a natural expression, and answered with a smile.

Something is wrong.

These brats, no, maybe they are not even brats, just like me! Something is definitely wrong!

Maybe you have begun to doubt your identity!

Edogawa Conan fell into a panic that frightened himself - a treatment that only smart people get.

Idiots usually don't think of this much.

Edogawa Conan thought about it and decided to install a bug on the silver bullet.

"Since you said you don't understand, then just pretend you don't understand." Hideki Morohoshi shrugged boringly, too lazy to pay too much attention.

You can never wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep.

"Officer Megure, why are you still standing there? Why haven't you arrested him yet? The evidence is on the cabinet at the crime scene. The deceased had the murderer's last name marked before he died." Hideki Morohoshi frowned and looked at Megure.

the police officer urged.

"Ah...oh oh...that's it...wait a minute..." Officer Megure was inexplicably panicked, and rushed into the scene of the discovery with Takagi Wataru.

Then he hurried out again.

"Do you have anything to explain? As for your name on the cabinet, if it's not there..." Officer Megure spoke to Suwa Yuuji, with a look in his eyes that said, 'If you can't make up an excuse, I'll arrest you.

Already.'

"..." Suwa Xionger's face was ashen, but he didn't try to defend himself.

"Why did you kill Mr. Maru Denjiro?" Officer Megure asked.

"Didn't you bring cash to pay back the money?" Takagi Wataru's tone was also a little confused.

If this is the case, why did you kill the creditor?

"Probably because the things he mortgaged have been sold, and there is no way to redeem them even if he pays back the money." Hideki Morohoshi guessed casually.

"Am I right?" His tone was very firm.

"...That's true." Suwa Yuji replied after a moment of silence.

"That guy sold the Kikuchiyo that I used as mortgage, which has been passed down from generation to generation in the Suwa family, and said that it was a worthless knife..."

"So I worked together and killed him with one knife, just like this..." He grabbed the murder weapon from the policeman beside him and rushed towards the silver bullets.

"Danger! Get out of the way -" Edogawa Conan shouted subconsciously.

Although he felt that there was something wrong with these brats, he had not confirmed this yet.

There is no way to just watch them get hurt.

If you are a bad person, it doesn't matter if you get hurt...

When the sharp long sword seemed to be unstoppable and about to hit his head, Hideki Morohoshi subconsciously widened his eyes and even held his breath.

Did this guy actually attack me in front of so many people?

damn it.

If there wasn't someone else present, I would have killed him immediately.

Hideki Morohoshi's eyes were beating with ferocity.

"Zhu Xing——" Jiang Shouhuang and others shouted the name of Zhu Xing Hideki.

Why are there others here?

Otherwise, they can send this guy away like they sent away the librarian.

Holding the cold reflective sword blade with one hand, the long sword stopped in front of Hideki Morohoshi and did not continue to point downward.

The hand holding the sword looks whiter than the cold blade, and is wearing a black half-finger glove.

"What are you doing?" The white-haired boy looked up at the man in front of him and asked, without letting go.

The moment the opponent drew his sword, he showed murderous intent.

But those murderous intentions disappeared when he held the sword.

If Aito hadn't really felt it, it would have been as if it didn't exist.

Because he sensed murderous intent and thought that Hideki Morohoshi would be killed if he didn't stop it, Aito took action.

After all, it's said in TV shows and movies, you can't watch your friends in danger, you can't watch your friends die.

"I underestimated the detective. I didn't expect that at your age, you would be able to see through my plan..." Suwa Yuuji let go of his hand, took two steps back, and spoke politely.

"Catch him!

"Hideki Morohoshi shouted angrily at Officer Megure.

He didn't want to listen to the murderer, who even drew a knife at him in front of so many people.

How dare you do this——

Morohoshi Hideki gritted his teeth.

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