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Chapter 2467 2471 [Passing by Uzo] Please vote for me

Chapter 2467 2471 [Passing by Uzo] Please vote for me (づど)

Mrs. Sakihara realized belatedly that she seemed to have been on a pirate ship. And it was an extremely mysterious and strange ship that she couldn't see through at all.

"I thought that what happened today would be a turning point in my life, opening up a new life for me that was completely different from the past..." Mrs. Sakihara looked blank, "But now it seems that the beginning has begun, but this life... Isn’t it a bit too new?”

Even though there is no evidence at present, the strange thing that just happened gave this keen law student some vague understanding of his future.

Mrs. Sakihara fell into a new round of troubles.

Next to her, Conan frowned quietly and looked at her.

Conan: "..." As a detective who has come into contact with countless criminals and uncovered countless conspiracies, he is very familiar with this reaction of having his psychological defenses broken down. But he didn't know why, looking at Mrs. Sakihara at this time, he always felt that something was wrong.

"Rather than being surprised at being exposed, what surprised her more was Uncle Maori himself who said these reasonings?" Conan carefully observed the woman in front of him and muttered in his heart, "And she actually started to lose focus, like It was through Uncle Maori's words that she could not help but think of something that shocked her..." This reaction became more and more wrong. What was going on?

"Xiaohui." In a strange and unspeakable atmosphere, Mouri Kogoro finally finished his reasoning. He looked at the former student in front of him and said sadly, "Surrender yourself. If something like this happens, I am also responsible - before teaching you knowledge, I should teach you to respect life."

What he said this time was completely different from what the man in black had said before.

As if two overlapping and distorted pieces of time were silently torn apart, the indescribable sense of immediacy finally disappeared. Mrs. Sakihara's eyelashes trembled and she raised her head.

She paused for a moment and slowly leaned back on the sofa: "I once respected life, but in the end no one seemed to respect me. If, I mean if, the person sitting in the car was me..."

Halfway through her words, looking at Mouri Kogoro's expression, Mrs. Sakihara sighed and said no more.

She straightened her expression and said apologetically: "Sorry, actually I don't know what you were talking about just now."

Mouri Kogoro: "You...!"

Mrs. Sakihara put the water cup on the coffee table and lowered her gaze: "The previous explosion scared me. I have been in a trance today, so I remembered some things wrong-I suddenly remembered that in fact, I was not just in the last week. I saw Mr. Takahashi who planted the bomb in a supermarket in Shinjuku. I also saw him before in a shopping street in Shinjuku.

"Maybe it's because his appearance is very distinctive, and those eyes are deeply imprinted in my subconscious, so when I describe his appearance to the police officer, I can recount his general appearance."

Conan looked at her seemingly flustered but calm look, and his heart skipped a beat, feeling that his bad premonition had come true.

This argument is simply impeccable - even if you really check the whereabouts of Takahashi Hiromasa, you will only be able to find out that he did appear in that commercial street. Because in order to confirm the whereabouts of each other's wives, the two husbands had provided each other with a tracking location, and all their exchanges actually fell into the ears of Mrs. Sakihara.

That commercial street will not be completely covered by surveillance. Even if Takahashi Hiromasa wore sunglasses to hide his appearance when he followed Mrs. Sakihara, he could not prove that he never took off his sunglasses during the whole process - and he himself was involved in this incident. The car bombing case is so involved that even if he insists that he never showed his eyes, his testimony may not be accepted.

"Perhaps she was distracted just now because she was thinking about how to explain it?" Conan touched his chin and quickly denied his guess, "No, she had already started to wander before Uncle Maoli mentioned the portrait as evidence. After she came to her senses, she said that excuse directly, as if she had planned how to deal with this kind of questioning... Wait, 'in advance'?"

A thought flashed through Conan's mind: Did someone predict this scene and tell Mrs. Sakihara about it in advance?

"Although it is possible that Mrs. Sakihara realized her mistake and found a way to make up for it... But this assumption cannot explain her strange reaction when she heard Uncle Mouri's reasoning just now - her expression was almost like It's like a ghost. Something extremely rare must have happened, so even someone like her can barely control her expression."

Conan's thoughts were spinning rapidly, bringing him into Mrs. Sakihara's perspective, trying to restore the scene at that time, but he had no clue for the moment.

Also looking confused was Mouri Kogoro: he didn't expect that his admonishment would be so easily blocked.

Then what?

What to do then?

I want evidence but there is no evidence, I want to persuade the other party but they don't listen... Middle-aged detectives rarely encounter this kind of situation. After sitting in the living room of Mrs. Sakihara's house for a while, Mouri Kogoro scratched his head, had to stand up, and left with his two children in shock.

As soon as he stepped out with his front foot, Conan slipped back quietly with his back foot.

"Sister Sakihara, did anything strange happen to you before we showed up?" He looked up at the abnormal suspect in front of him, trying to act as curious as a child should, "Can you tell me quietly? I promise not to I’ll tell Uncle Maori.”

Mrs. Sakihara came to her senses and looked down at the innocent-looking primary school student in front of her.

She knew in her heart that she shouldn't tell anyone what happened just now, but maybe it was because it was so unbelievable, or maybe it was because the cute child's question was too hard to refuse. By some strange combination, she murmured: "It's nothing, I just met... …a rehearsal.”

"Rehearsal..." Conan pondered the word for a moment, suddenly remembered something, and his voice rose uncontrollably, "Rehearsal?!"

A sentence he had heard before suddenly emerged from the depths of his memory: An actor who avoids the stage has no value in existence.

——This sentence was first said by the woman in black who gave him and Haiyuan Ai passports. Later, he relayed this sentence to Subaru Okiya, and successfully gained a strange graduate student who was out of his mind.

Since then, Conan has been highly wary of "stage" and words related to it. He couldn't help but ask: "Who did you see? What does that person look like and what are his characteristics?!"

Mrs. Sakihara came to her senses and suddenly realized that she had said something she shouldn't have said.

She smiled softly and quietly passed the topic: "There is no specific person, I just met a drama troupe who went out to collect music - if you are interested in these, you can ask Teacher Maori to take you to the theaters in Tokyo. "

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