I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

"Anything is okay." Shancun Cao didn't give up. He said that he was more general before, and this time he gave an example.

"For example, Mr. Yan Fu or Mr. Kuanren, have you ever had any conflicts with others."

"Also, have you seen any suspicious figures around the house?"

"Or do you hear any strange noises or something"

"..."

Hearing these questions, Akashi Hiroshi thought for a while before answering:

"My father is too old, he doesn't usually go out much, and the reason why he moved here is that he doesn't like contact with outsiders..."

"My current job is to teach others to play tennis at a nearby tennis court. Because there is nowhere to play, I just go home after get off work..."

"That means there has been no conflict with others?" Shancun Cao took out the notebook and pen from his pocket, and crossed out the words "outsiders commit crimes" on the notebook.

"Probably not." Akashi Hiroto nodded and said, "Apart from going up to deliver meals, I haven't left the living room much."

"No suspicious figures were seen, and no strange sounds were heard."

He did not see any suspicious figures, nor did he hear any strange noises, but someone did.

And there is more than one.

"Such words..." Xiaolan thought back earnestly.

"That said...what's wrong?" Yamamura Cao didn't think he could ask anything at all, but these words gave him hope, so his voice increased unconsciously.

"That..." Xiaolan recalled the voice she heard at the time, and replied, "I heard some strange noises when I went to that room to collect utensils for the first time."

"What kind of voice?" Shancun Cao asked.

"Um... Um..." Xiaolan imitated the voice she heard at the time, and then said, "It's like this voice, it seems to be crying."

"Crying..." Shancun Cao frowned slightly.

"I think it must be because he decided to commit suicide, that's why he cried." Yuanzi replenished the picture, sighed, and guessed.

"Are you sure?" Shancun Cao asked again after recording this important information in his notebook.

"Because I was worried about disturbing the people in the room, I didn't go in." Xiaolan shook her head and explained.

"I'm not sure if I'm crying, but I just feel a little like it."

"I understand." Shancun Cao nodded.

"At that time Guangyou also heard that sound." Xiaolan suddenly remembered that she had met Guangyou at the top of the stairs, and added another sentence.

"Oh?" Shancun Cao raised his head, moved his gaze from the notebook to Guangyou who was sitting at the table, and asked.

"Is that so?"

Recalling that sound, Guangyou nodded and said:

"I did hear the'Mmm...Mmm' voice, but I'm not sure if the people inside are crying."

"I see." After the mountain village exercise confirmed that there was such a voice, he asked everyone a few more questions.

At the same time, the strange feeling gushed from the depths of Guangyou's heart again.

Thinking back to the "hmm" sound, Guangyou frowned, carefully thinking about where the strange feeling in his heart came from.

"The sound sounds a little dull..."

"It's not like coming from the nose, it's like coming from the mouth..."

"There is a dull sound from my mouth..."

"It's not like crying, but thinking..."

Suddenly, a picture appeared in Guangyou's mind:

A person was hung in the air with his hands tied up with a rope, his mouth was stuffed and he couldn't ask for help, so he could only make a sound like "Mum Mum Mum".

This picture was made up by his own brain, and he didn't see it with his own eyes.

But when he thought of this picture, Guangyou felt that the question in his heart was answered, and it was probably the correct answer.

"I don't always think this sound is like crying..." Conan pinched his chin with his uninjured hand, frowned, and said in a deep voice.

"It's like being covered by someone..." Guangyou added, taking the stubbornly.

After the two had finished speaking, they looked at each other tacitly, Guangyou glanced at the door of the living room, and Conan nodded intently.

"By the way, Officer Mountain Village!" Conan asked loudly in a hoarse voice, forgetting his still painful throat in order to confirm what he was thinking.

"Is there anything else falling in that room?"

After speaking, Conan couldn't help coughing.

Coughing very badly.

"..." Guangyou glanced at Conan who was coughing.

What can he say?

As soon as I saw the progress of the case, my throat couldn't help but forgot.

He had reminded it twice before.

Give him a sign, can he just ask?

It's not that he doesn't know how to ask.

Afterwards, Guangyou seemed to foresee what might happen in a while, first reminded Conan in a low voice, and said:

"Hey, Conan, after a while, no matter what you hear, don't rush to the cafeteria to grab a meal, go slowly, and don't make some people suspicious."

Some of the people he was referring to were Akashi Hiroshi.

Although he spoke very quietly, in order to avoid Akashi Hiroshi's good hearing, he happened to hear the situation.

He still uses "someone" instead.

Since Conan is busy coughing now, there is no response, but Guangyou thinks Conan should have heard it.

But it may not be possible.

Whenever a case is encountered, or a key progress is made in the case, for example, because of a clue inferring the modus operandi.

Then Conan would be like students rushing to the cafeteria to grab food, for fear that those good dishes would be beaten away, leaving nothing to do and running directly to the destination.

"Conan!" Xiaolan ran to Conan with a worried face, patted Conan's back lightly with her hand, and said with concern.

"You have a sore throat now, how can you speak? And still speaking so loudly."

With Xiaolan's help, Conan's cough improved a lot.

"Really." The mountain village nodded honestly and said, "We also found a handkerchief on the floor."

"There is still a little curry on the handkerchief."

"I think he used it to wipe his mouth while eating curry rice."

Hearing this, Guangyou picked up the tea cup in front of him, drank all the tea in the cup, and then said to Xiao Ai:

"Come on, let's go up and take a look."

"Yeah." Xiao Ai nodded, and stood up after Guangyou.

"Sister Xiaolan, I will go out with Xiao Ai. I have been sitting here for too long and want to go out to get some air." Guangyou quickly found a reason to go out.

"Then you two don't go too far, it's late now." Xiaolan nodded and said to the two of them with concern.

"Yeah." Guangyou responded and took Xiao Ai's hand out of the living room and walked straight to the crime scene on the second floor.

At this time, in the living room, Conan finally slowed down, his eyes widened slightly, and his thoughts flew in his mind, who was no longer coughing.

"Could it be that the truth of this case is like that!"

"If that's the case, then I should be able to find something like that there!"

"Yes, if I didn't think wrong, the truth is absolutely like that!"

"Just find that thing there and you can prove it!"

Thinking of this, Conan stopped talking nonsense, turned his head and looked at the place where Guangyou was sitting.

Seeing that there were no people there, Conan was stunned.

His previous thoughts were all in the words spoken by the mountain village, and he just wanted to go to the crime scene as soon as possible.

For a moment I forgot that Guangyou had already left the living room.

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