Does he know me?
Conan was startled for a moment, then looked at the smile Motoyama Masaharu gave him, and then said "Hmm" obediently.
But deep down, I already had some doubts about this sports columnist.
Just now, in order to help Xiaolan ask where the signature board was sold, I went to ask the airport staff separately from her.
And the environment in the terminal is so noisy. According to common sense analysis, it is impossible for you to know that you are with them?
"Conan, let's go..."
Mao Lilan smiled apologetically, walked over and held the hand of a certain god of death, "Mr. Motoyama seems to be very kind. I think I should be able to ask him to help get an autograph."
"Yes." Conan nodded slightly and continued to lock his eyes on Motoyama Masaharu.
Arriving at the underground parking area of the airport, a few people got into the commercial vehicle of Rimai TV Station and prepared to pick up Neng Snobo at the hotel along the way.
The sky is gray, and light rain is falling outside the window.
Masaharu Motoyama was sitting in the passenger seat. After making several phone calls without getting through, he pretended to be helpless and said:
"It seems like that guy from Nengshi hasn't returned to the hotel yet. He has no choice but to ask him to go out for a run. He never likes to bring his mobile phone with him..."
"Maybe he was tired from running and stopped on the side of the road to rest," Mouri Kogoro said with a smile, "After all, he is not young anymore."
"Oh, Mr. Mori, this question is very sharp. If I ask it in the interview later, I think the ratings will definitely rise!" Teranishi Pei joked.
"Hey, don't, I'm just kidding!" Mouri Kogoro waved his hand quickly.
"Hahaha……"
The atmosphere in the car was somewhat cheerful.
At this moment, Si Xi suddenly saw a figure lying on the sewage outlet on the roadside, motionless as if asleep.
He stepped on the brakes lightly, "Huh? Do you think there is someone there?"
Just so-so, it's okay, at least it doesn't go as far as hiding the body... Ye Geng thought.
After all, this is the fixed jogging route that Noh Sno-san has chosen every day since arriving in Okinawa.
Due to the sparsely populated area, it was destined that if they missed it, the time of death would be blurred, making the 30-minute alibi completely invalid.
As for the previous mistake when facing Conan in the terminal, if you are smarter, you can completely explain that you have seen it on TV before, so it looks familiar.
After all, Conan doesn't know how to keep a low profile at all. It would be a good thing if he could use this to be a little vigilant.
The commercial vehicle slowed down and parked on the roadside.
Yamamoto Masaharu lowered the window and shouted with a smile: "Hey! Get up... If you sleep in a place like this, you will catch a cold!"
Um? Isn’t this a Panthers jacket?
Conan looked through the glass at the off-white coat under the translucent raincoat. He realized that something might be wrong, opened the door of the carriage and ran out quickly.
He squatted next to the man and turned him over with force, directly revealing the painful and ferocious face of Neng Snobo San, which was stained with dirt.
"This...isn't this Mr. Noshi?!" Mouri Kogoro quickly got out of the car to confirm the situation.
Ye Gengyi and Mao Lilan also followed suit.
In fact, Ye Gengyi didn't want to go down, but the purpose of their trip was to meet Noh Snobo. Before they didn't know the whole story, they definitely couldn't watch the children and the female high school students get off the bus. Still sitting inside to take shelter from the rain.
His eyes were blurred, and his pupils had almost lost focus...Here, Conan hadn't had time to check his pulse and breathing.
The next second, Motoyama Masaharu's voice came to my ears again: "Hurry! Contact the ambulance and the police!"
Contact the police?
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Conan then put his fingers on Nosno San's neck. After confirming that there was really no beating, he looked at the passenger seat with a solemn expression.
This person... is too strange, right?
Due to the rain, the sky is very dark now, and coupled with the height difference of the car, can he directly confirm that the person is dead without getting out of the car?
Suspect +1
(?_?)...Can't you just shut up? Ye Gengyi rubbed his eyebrows.
Kill +1
"No, there is no need to call an ambulance anymore..."
By checking the pulse, Mouri Kogoro also determined that Nosnozo San was dead. After confirming that there were no wounds on the exposed skin, he opened the other person's shirt, looked at the bloody scab on his abdomen, and said seriously : "It seems that the murderer must have used some kind of sharp weapon to kill the person and then fled the scene directly."
"How could it be possible?" Mao Lilan's face was full of disbelief. "Why did this happen..."
"Xiaolan, calm down. Didn't you buy an instant camera?" Mouri Kogoro turned his head and said seriously, "Before the police arrive, take pictures of the scene."
"Well, it's in my handbag..."
Mao Lilan returned to the car to rummage, but because there were too many items inside, she had to put the bulky items on the back seat first.
Masaharu Motoyama glanced sideways at the tennis box.
At this time, he was extremely confident in his performance from killing people to now, so he was not particularly eager to get the things.
"Haven't you found it yet?" Outside the car, Mouri Kogoro urged again.
"coming!"
Mao Lilan hurriedly got out of the car and accidentally took the tennis bucket and timetable with her.
"First, take two or three photos from the front, making sure they are clear, and don't step into the mud with your feet. If you leave footprints, you will have to explain when the police arrive..."
Mouri Kogoro said, but he didn't hear the sound of the shutter for a long time. He couldn't help but glance sideways strangely, and then found his daughter wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes:
"Xiaolan, what's wrong with you?"
"I brought the camera here because I really wanted to help my mother take some photos of powerful athletes back..." Mao Lilan sobbed and said, "In the end, I actually used it to take such photos."
(?_?)...Is it our fault?
Although he got out of the car, Ye Gengyi felt that it was not good to be watching all the time, so he simply reached out and took Li Kepai:
"Let me do it. You go to the car and look for an umbrella."
"Well, I'm sorry, Brother Gengyi." Mao Lilan nodded.
"Mr. Mori, Conan gives way..."
Ye Geng pointed his camera there, intending to take a fixed shot of the location and overview of the murder.
Although the person is dead, there is a God of Death and a God of Plague squatting next to him, and it still feels like a large-scale ecstasy scene.
Kogoro Mouri sweated, but he couldn't say that it was wrong to take pictures like this, so he had no choice but to carry Conan back to the commercial vehicle.
Without the obstruction, Ye Gengyi finally saw the entire scene of the murder completely and up close.
While taking pictures, he looked to see if there were any tire marks or suspicious cigarette butts on the roadside.
After confirming that Vodka and Motoyama Masaharu also acted fairly cleanly in this regard.
Ye Gengyi sat back in the car again with the photos and camera.
There is no doubt that the new puppet's two self-destructions have exposed flaws in front of Conan.
However, there is no room for recovery. Whether he lives or dies depends on his own wisdom.
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