Just when Conan was reasoning about the cause and effect of being released as a pigeon.

In the room at the scene of the murder, Mu Mushisan also had new doubts about the identity of Masa Sugimori as a famous writer:

"It's really strange. As far as I know, those famous writers earn quite a lot. At least they should move to a place with a better environment. Maybe this Mr. Shansen is actually boasting..."

It refers to a family with the surname of Kudo who travels abroad with his wife all the year round?

Hearing someone secretly calling his father, Conan hurriedly poked his head in:

"Ah, no..."

"Ahem!" Hui Yuanai reminded from the side.

I know, I know…

Still, there's enough shame in pretending to be reminded...

Conan took a deep breath to adjust his emotions, raised the volume and said in a childish voice:

"Ah! Mr. Shanmori seems to have a very interesting key ring hanging on his waist~ There is also a silver horse on it~ He must like animals very much, right?"

Ye Gengyi: "..."

What's wrong?

Haibara Ai:"…"

scare me...

"What's wrong with this key?" Mu Mu Shisan didn't know why.

"The keys to the Ferrari."

Ye Geng glanced at the detective boy who was disgusted by him, and explained on his behalf:

"I saw a red 330p4 parked in a nearby open space before, which should belong to the deceased. You can send forensic personnel to confirm it."

…In fact, he had already opened the door to check, but he still couldn't find the medium.

"I see."

At twilight thirteen it is clear:

"It seems that Mr. Sugmori is the type who spares no expense in food and money in order to maintain a high-end sports car."

That's right, that's what happened...

Conan nodded in satisfaction, turned his eyes and noticed that the three little heads were staring at him with resentful eyes, and his heart tightened suddenly:

"You... what's wrong with you..."

"Still asking! What were you talking about with that 'Ah Lie Lie' just now?" Yuan Tai approached.

"Conan, haven't I said it many times, I thought you made some corrections..."

Mitsuhiko said helplessly:

"It's because you are always like this that people look down upon our young detective team!"

"Yeah, Conan..."

Ayumi blushed and gave her opinion:

"Although your 'ahhhhhhhhh' look is cute, but wouldn't it be a little bad to do that at the scene of a murder?"

"me…"

Behind him is teacher Kobayashi's attention, on the left is Hui Yuanai's gaze, on the right are the complaints of the three children, and in front of him is Brother Gengyi who wants to surpass him in reasoning even though he has never paid attention to him.

It was so difficult... Conan sighed, exhausted physically and mentally.

"..."

With a sigh, Takagi brought the recording equipment.

At this moment, the sound of "Dangdang" on the level crossing was also clearly transmitted into the room. In order to maintain the integrity of the recording, several people had no choice but to count the time while waiting for the train to pass by.

The noise continued for more than two minutes.

After the silence, a group of people began to listen to the message on the answering machine.

Conan also took the opportunity to mix in.

The person who left the first message was a woman who claimed to be Qinghua Pengtian. Since the deceased had been unwilling to take her home for a movement beyond friendship, the two had a quarrel. The purpose of her call was not to apologize. In addition to speaking too loudly when I was angry, I also had the idea of ​​compounding.

[11:25 am...Friday...]

When the call ended, the answering machine came with the recording time.

"There is the sound of a TV in the background." Takagi Wataru captured the details.

"Oh, that's "Life Information TV" broadcast on Ribu TV at 11 noon."

Mu Mu Thirteen calmly showed affection and said:

"My wife Xiaolu loves to watch it very much, and often records some clips teaching weight loss, and watch it together when I return from overtime work."

lose weight? doesn't seem to work...

Several people looked at his big belly in unison.

Ye Genyi looked at the TV in the room, thoughtful.

"Hey, let's keep listening."

Mu Mu Shisan coughed dryly, and clicked on the next message:

"I'm Toshino Higaki. I'm on my way to your house. I wanted to apologize to you in person. Since you're not here, let's do it next time. By the way, I'm sorry about the car. Goodbye..."

[The next stop is Okuho, the next stop is Okuho, when you get off, please—]

【11:27am...Friday...】

With the broadcast of the circular train, the second message ends here.

"Okuho Station," Takagi Sheru thought for a moment, "It will take at least 30 minutes to get here by train."

"Well, continue to listen to the third message." Mumu Shisan said.

"I'm Atsushi Inaba from Koeikan. I'd like to ask how the report you're writing is going. Uh, what's the date of the editor-in-chief today?"

The man named Atsushi Inaba seemed very confused.

"April 24 at 11:28 am." Another voice sounded.

"...That's it, there is still one week before the deadline, please work hard, oh... By the way, I don't mind that insider report anymore, please give me more advice in the future..."

While he was speaking, there were voices of other people talking to the editor-in-chief:

"Editor-in-Chief, are you really going to watch the night game today?"

"Yeah, the location is in the arena in Dongdu..."

[11:29 am...Friday...]

"Xing Rong Guan, oh, it is a publishing house of newspapers and magazines."

Mu Mushisan remembered this company, and briefly recalled:

"It seems to be quite far from Bajiao Town."

"That's right."

Takagi nodded:

"Take a bus and transfer... It takes at least an hour to drive."

"Then there is one last message left."

Mu Mu Thirteen gave an 'um' and pressed the answering machine's play button again.

"I'm sorry, I'm Xiaolin Chengzi, the teacher of class 1b of Didan Primary School who just called...Ah! I'm sorry, I seem to have got pollen...Ah! I have something to ask...Ah! Sorry, I ...Cheezy! Crack...beep beep..."

【11:30 AM...Friday...】

"Eh? The teacher called." Mitsuhiko turned his head to look.

"So, Mr. Xiao Lin may be the murderer!" Yuan Tai looked shocked.

"What?! Really?" Ayumi was taken aback.

"Impossible..."

Haibara Ai half-moon eyes explained:

"If the teacher is really the murderer, when we see the dead body together, she should break into the house directly and get close to the dead body... In this way, even if the police find her hair or fingerprints when investigating the murder scene~lightnovelpub.net ~ You can also use this kind of reason to easily perfunctory the past."

"Hey, you're still talking about me, you should restrain yourself..." Conan lowered his voice and looked over with vacant eyes.

"Ah, sorry..."

Hui Yuanai said without sincerity:

"I just want you to experience how I usually feel when I watch you regardless of reasoning."

"That... that's really sorry." Conan Khan said.

It's all my fault for co-authoring?

Since Xiaolin Chengzi, the owner of the fourth message, was present at the scene, after listening to all the voice messages, Mu Mu Shisan also questioned her nearby:

"May I ask what you mentioned in the message that you wanted to ask him?"

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