books44 Chapter 308 Sigh, how can a straight man defeat a central air conditioner?
Chapter 308 Sigh, how can a straight man defeat a central air conditioner?
Is this the time to be arguing about this?!
Why does Mr. Kuromon insist on worrying about such trivial matters when he doesn't seem to care about many serious situations?
He was screaming this in his heart, but when he actually touched the cold tracking bracelet, Fan Ze swallowed hard, not daring to utter a single word in rebuttal.
Heaven knows what kind of communication skills Haruya Kuromon possesses, enabling her to threaten her target clearly word by word without being noticed by those nearby.
The heavy, oppressive atmosphere, the hand that had been pressing down on my shoulder without me even realizing it, the cold, sharp questioning—these three elements combined are nothing short of the devil's whisper!
"Hey, hey?" Kuromon Haruya nudged the distracted little black figure with his elbow, annoyed. "Masato, Saki saw you spacing out and drooling like a pervert~"
"Eh!"
Fanze Zhenren quickly grabbed his sleeve and frantically wiped his chin. After wiping for a while, he came to his senses and realized that everyone had already stopped discussing and was staring at him speechlessly.
"Should I say you young people are just carefree..."
Kogoro Mouri rubbed his forehead, looking exasperated, and cleared his throat. "I'll repeat myself then. The one who tied the knot must untie it. First of all, Hanzawa, do you know why Inspector Gouda is targeting you?"
“It’s okay if you don’t want to tell us, Little Master,” Kosaki added from the side, pursing her lips.
Soft, warm fingertips kneaded his arm, and a cold wind blew through the forest, reminding Fanze Zhenren of that same afternoon a year ago.
"It's alright, Saki. I'm not the same child who would just hang her head in dejection anymore. Besides, these kinds of things can be found out with a little investigation."
Fanze turned back and comforted her with a smile, then calmly speculated with his arms crossed: "I think that bastard Nida is truly convinced that I am the murderer."
“Our town isn’t big, so even a small theft is enough for the neighbors to gossip about for a month. Murders are even rarer, so every one of them gets passed around by word of mouth, like today’s, a year ago… and the case that happened when I was ten.”
With a heavy breath through his nose, Fanze Zhenren raised his clenched fist, lowered his head, stared at his palm, and fell into memories:
"When I was ten years old, my father was arrested for intentional murder and went to prison. My anxious mother tried to forge an alibi to protect my father, but it was eventually discovered by a passing detective. Although she was later spared from prison, she was fined and her credit was damaged."
From then on, I gradually acquired a title among my peers—the son of a murderer.
"There's a saying in the village that children are the shadows of their parents. A carpenter's son will inherit the workshop, a chef's son will inherit the restaurant, and a murderer's son is destined to become a murderer when he grows up."
Therefore, from the day my father went to prison, that guy Nida was convinced that I would eventually go down the same path.
“After that case a year ago, he kept a close eye on me because of this inexplicable obsession. This time, something happened as soon as I returned to town, so of course he would be the first to suspect me.”
He twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a self-deprecating smile: "This is one of the consequences of crime that we family members have to bear."
"But this isn't fair to you at all!" Kosaki's fingers tightened slightly, her nails almost digging into his skin.
"We all know that you're a good kid who cares about everyone! It was because of the constant suspicion and harassment that you were forced to leave your hometown, wasn't it!"
Masato Hanzawa looked back sadly, brushing her arm away. "No," he firmly shook his head in denial, "Saki, my departure from Izumo was planned long ago, it has nothing to do with this. Going to Tokyo is to realize a dream."
To realize the dream of finding Shinichi Kudo and then driving him to the brink of despair and hatred.
Crackling sound
The lighter's flame reflected Kogoro Mouri's feigned nonchalance. He took a deep drag of his cigarette, then suddenly slapped Hanazawa hard on the back, nearly burying him in the dirt.
"Hey! I thought it was something serious. Let the famous detective Kogoro Mouri handle this little case!"
"father!"
Ran Mouri's own daughter was clearly not so easily fooled, and she glared at him with her hands on her hips: "Don't play dumb with me! Were you already investigating this morning's case? I remember you were paying special attention to the girl with the brown hair!"
"Sigh, why is the kid asking so many questions!" Uncle Mori said, suddenly taking Kuromon Haruya's arm. "This kid's good enough. Why can't I, a famous detective and former ace detective, also be a freelance consulting detective for fun?"
“My reasoning ability is indeed inferior to Mr. Mori,” Kuromon Haruya echoed, being pulled to the side.
"Anyway!" Kogoro Mouri suddenly let go, waving his hand, "You can go on your dates or travel as you please, and a bunch of irrelevant people shouldn't interfere with the police's work!"
"Hey, you little brat! You think you're not in the limelight enough already?!"
"Eh--"
Among the disgruntled young people, only Daoxie Zhengyan looked at Fanze Zhenren upon hearing this, a wicked glint in his eyes:
'What a coincidence, it's practically fate. Hanzawa Makoto... since you happen to be here as the perfect suspect, why not make the most of me?'
ten minutes later.
The bushes rustled.
Makoto Kyogoku peeked out from the shadows of the trees, a few leaves still clinging to his bronze skin. He stared at the spot where everyone had just stood, his brow furrowed.
"I heard that Detective Mori is investigating a murder case. Could it be that Sonoko-san is also being targeted?"
Suddenly, the tip of my shoe kicked a pair of bamboo leaves, revealing a corner of a brightly colored photograph.
Makoto Kyogoku looked down, bent down to pick it up, and then could no longer straighten up.
“This, this is…”
On the golden sand, Sonoko Suzuki flashes a V-sign at the camera. Her two-piece leopard-print swimsuit is bold and stylish, exposing large swaths of her fair and delicate skin to the sunlight, perfectly highlighting her graceful figure.
Especially during her lively movements, the girl's eyes and eyebrows seemed to be sending waves of affection through the camera...
With a jolt, Makoto Kyogoku felt a surge of hot heat rush to his nose, and two streams of blood immediately flowed down his face!
"Ugh, dressing so provocatively and leaving such precious photos lying around, no wonder the criminals coveted them..." He lectured with a stern, disdainful tone, but his actions betrayed his true intentions; he carefully picked up the photos and stuffed them into his clothes—
"You pervert, prepare to die!!!"
As Ran Mouri roared, four whooshing sounds came from behind him.
Kyogoku Makoto reflexively tilted his head, and Ran Mouri's fierce flying kick grazed past him, leaving a crack on the bamboo pole as thick as a bowl; the next second, he turned around while deflecting the tranquilizer dart with a flick of his sleeve, avoiding Kogoro Mouri's grab; at the same time, he used a spinning kick to defend, blocking the close-range Haruka Kuromon!
"Well!"
Suddenly, Kuromon Haruya staggered backward like a kite with a broken string, clutching her chest and falling heavily to the ground—
His long eyelashes trembled slightly, his lips suddenly lost their color, and a muffled groan of suppressed pain escaped his lips. His sunglasses lay askew on the ground, his hair disheveled and broken, a sight that tugged at the heartstrings.
"Kuromon-kun!" Seeing this, Suzuki Sonoko, who was hiding in the bamboo forest, held his shoulder with concern. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Kuromon Haruya coughed a few times, his voice growing increasingly weak, covering his mouth. He shielded Sonoko behind him, raised his trembling middle finger to hook his sunglasses, and warned sternly:
"Surrender, you perverted stalker who's been lusting after Sonoko the whole way! We won't let you get a single step closer to her!"