I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

"Hey!"

The police officer was startled when he saw his movements, "I was kidding! You won't really want to eat!"

This is not to blame the police officer.

Because in the eyes of others, Conan is like trying to mix curry with rice and eat it.

Just when the police officer wanted to take the dinner plate away, Conan's frowned brow suddenly stretched out.

"found it!"

After searching for it, Conan found the tooth in the curry rice.

As he picked up the spoon, a tooth stained with blood and curry appeared in front of everyone.

The older police officer stared closely at the teeth on the spoon, frowning slightly.

"This... isn't this a tooth?"

He naturally knows what this means.

The son of the deceased said that his father had treated the tooth decay in the past few days. At that time, he hadn't checked it carefully, and thought that the tooth was pulled out at that time.

But it doesn't seem to be the case now.

The young policeman hasn't accumulated much experience yet, and only feels a little strange and wrong, and doesn't connect the previous things.

"How is this going?"

"Why is there a tooth here?"

Since Conan had already seen what he wanted to see at this time, he put down the spoon with teeth in it.

Then, the older police officer picked up the spoon and carefully observed the tooth with his colleague.

"Absolutely can't be wrong." Conan turned around and walked to the guardrail of the stairs, his eyes seemed to flicker, and he thought.

"The murderer who killed Akashi Yano used that technique to produce an alibi for himself."

"The murderer is definitely the Akashi Hiroto!"

At this time, his expression has become more relaxed.

At present, the evidence is available, the modus operandi is known, and the identity of the murderer has emerged, and it is almost time to reveal the truth.

Now that he already knew the most important information before, the next process is simple, it can be said that there is no difficulty.

Exposing the truth is not difficult compared to the previous Conan.

He has done this kind of thing many times.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a familiar road.

Thinking of this, Conan took the watch-type anesthesia gun out of his pocket with his uninjured hand and pressed the mechanism on the watch.

"Patter!"

The dial sight pops up.

Looking at the constantly turning pointer, Conan made a confident smile at the corner of his mouth, thinking, "Let everyone focus on the scene as usual..."

"Then put on [The Reasoning Show of'Sleeping Kogoro']..."

At this moment, he suddenly remembered the village fuck who brought the camera here specifically to record the reasoning show.

Putting down his hand, turning his head, Conan opened his mouth to the two police officers who were observing their teeth, and made a faint "Uh...ah..." sound.

The two police officers were discussing the tooth at this time and did not hear Conan's voice.

"Anyway, let's report it to the mountain village police officer first."

After the elder police officer finished speaking, he took a plastic bag from his pocket and put the tooth in it.

"Yeah." Another police officer nodded in agreement.

Seeing that the two of them ignored him, his voice became very wrong, and Conan also felt a little anxious, and quickly opened his mouth to the two police officers.

What he wanted to shout in his heart was "Mr. Policeman".

But when I reached my lips, it turned into a "Ah...ah...ah" voice.

"It's over!" Conan covered his aching throat with his hand, and finally realized what was happening to him.

"I can't talk anymore!"

Yes, Conan lost his voice.

Since my cold was not healed, I fell into the cold river water and soaked for several minutes in the afternoon, which made my condition worse.

His throat is swollen and painful, with symptoms of inflammation.

It was supposed to be less or even silent, but Conan always forgets this.

As a result, Conan's throat, which was heavily burdened, went on strike at this moment, sending out the signal "I want to rest".

In short, Conan lost his voice.

Can't recover in a short time.

It is estimated that he can only be in a state of "ah...ah...ah..." tonight.

Originally, he wanted the police to go down and call Uncle Maori to the scene first so that he could take the next step.

Let the rest of the people gather on the scene.

Then he will tell the truth about the case in the voice of Uncle Maori, and stage a "Sleeping Kogoro's Reasoning Show".

But as he lost his voice, the plan fell through.

Seeing Conan opened his mouth but didn't speak, and his expression was a little flustered, Guangyou guessed his state at this time.

He stepped forward and patted Conan on the shoulder, shook his head helplessly, and said:

"I said I told you earlier, and Xiaolan said it more than once, right? I asked you to say less or even not to speak, but you just didn't listen."

"It's all right now, I can't speak, I see how you reason."

"..." Conan looked at Guangyou with a faint look.

He did not listen to the advice, which caused him to lose his voice now, but there is no need to make up the knife like this?

"Look at what I am doing?" Guangyou ignored his gaze and continued to make up the knife. "I have reminded it two or three times. If you don't listen, then I can't help it."

"..." Conan sighed and decided not to worry about this matter anymore.

At this point, he couldn't change the fact that he had lost his voice in a short time.

The urgent task now is to figure out how to let everyone know the truth of the incident when he cannot speak out.

"Damn it!" Conan turned his head, glanced at Akashi Yanfu's body, gritted his teeth, and thought,

"It was hard to solve the mystery of this case."

He was a little unwilling, but he couldn't help it.

"If I can't speak, I can't use a voice changer to tell everyone the truth."

"Even if I want to write, I can still sprain the wrist of my hand now, and I can't write at all."

After calming down a bit, Conan thought of a way.

It should be fine to make gestures with gestures, right?

Then, Conan looked at Guangyou, raised his hand, and motioned to the watch in his hand.

Then he pointed in the direction of the living room, pointed at himself, and shook his head.

As if he didn't understand Conan's hint, Guangyou asked, "You mean, the watch can't be found by the uncle? Didn't the uncle know that there is this watch?"

"..." Conan twitched his mouth, waved his hand, indicating that he didn't mean it.

"Then you mean you want to give this watch to Uncle Maori?" Guangyou still pretended not to understand.

"If the uncle knows that you are always piercing him with anesthesia needles, then you will be over. The rest of your life...tsk tusk."

"..." Conan looked at Guangyou who was worried about him, and was silent for a moment.

He feels that gestures are too bad.

Whether they can understand the meaning of his gestures can only be interpreted by them.

If the interpretation is wrong, it will be far from the truth.

However, Guangyou is still pretending that he can't understand his gestures?

You Yu's gaze fell on Guangyou once again.

And Guangyou was not oblivious to the importance of the matter, and did not keep pretending to be.

"I know what you mean." Guangyou put away the smile on his face and said, "Let's take a step and take a step. Let's go back to the living room."

"Maybe through your gestures and body movements, they can understand what you want to express?"

"..." Conan glanced at his Guangyou ridiculing him. He wanted to make complaints, but when he remembered that he had lost his voice, he could only shook his head helplessly.

I want to complain, but I can't say anything, I can only hold back.

This is the most uncomfortable.

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