Conan: I'm really not a model worker at a winery

Chapter 284 Cang Fengao's Testimony
"Fuck!"

Cang Fengao was frightened and swears, and his eyes widened: "Father, why did you come back so early today?"

This is unscientific, shouldn't you usually come back after seven o'clock?

On the side, Officer Mu Mu looked at the elusive mirror and wiped off his cold sweat.

In fact, he just wanted to say...

However, the young man spoke too fast, and there was no chance for him to interrupt.

Jing stared at his son, but he didn't let go, but his momentum still kept the crowd under control:
"I remember, you said that you have evening class today."

"...Ah? Is there? Did I tell you? When did it happen, Dad, you remember wrongly."

Cang Feng Ao was determined, but denied it flatly, acting like a child.

Jing said calmly: "Your mother told me."

The kitchen knife in his hand turned twice, reflecting a cold light.

Cang Fengao straightened his face, "Father, put away the knife, we have something to say... Actually, the class was canceled because of the heavy rain today."

"So, are you free?" Jing continued to ask coldly.

He felt that his son owed a lesson, and he could shake everything out.

Cang Fengao thought about it seriously, "Actually, it's not very, it's just generally idle."

Jing looked at him indifferently, "Just do your own thing when you are free."

"Hey, okay~ Dad, go and help my mother cook, I'll help you deal with the police, don't worry I won't expose you..."

"..."

Looking at her son, Jing resisted the urge to hit someone and went back to the kitchen.

When these people leave, they must be beaten up.

Police officer Mumu, Conan and the others, listening to the conversation between the father and son, were confused and confused——

Because apart from Cang Fengao's rhetorical question at the beginning, the rest of the communication is all in Chinese...

Should they learn a foreign language?

Police Officer Megure thinks seriously about the importance of learning a foreign language.

"Hey, Conan, what are they talking about?"

Ayumi asked softly.

She saw the kitchen knife and was a little scared...

Conan rolled his half-moon eyes and laughed awkwardly, "They're communicating in Chinese... I can't understand either."

He can recognize Chinese characters, but he can't speak well.

He looked at Matsuda Jinpei again, wondering again why the other party carried a booklet of commonly used Chinese phrases with him.

At this time, Matsuda Jinpei, Hiroki, and Haibara Ai, each with an earphone plugged in, listened to Noah's live translation with complex expressions.

This pair of father and son is really 'father is kind and son is filial piety'...

When Jing walked into the kitchen again, Cang Fengao breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the few people with a smile:

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry~ I just ignored everyone, my father is like this, everyone looks cold when he sees it, as if everyone owes him 800 million, don't mind it!"

Officer Mu Mu looked at the mirror at the kitchen door and looked back: "..."

He didn't mind, but he thought that this young man might be in danger after they left.

Conan kept the half-moon eyes unchanged: "..."

Suspicious, so suspicious, he looks suspicious to everyone now, it's because the incident this time probably has nothing to do with those wine organizations...

Thinking of this, Conan looked up at the ceiling in pity.

So they came here to solve the case... what were they doing in the previous two chapters?
Officer Mu Mu obviously also realized the seriousness of the problem, coughed, and immediately went straight to the point at Cang Fengao who seemed to be more talkative:

"It's like this, we are here this time mainly to investigate the cause of Mr. Honda's death..."

Just when Police Officer Mu Mu wanted to retell the whole story of the incident, Cang Feng Ao already widened his eyes and took the conversation away in surprise:
"Mr. Honda? Officer, you're not talking about Mr. Honda from the house next door, are you? Oh, this is really sad news... When did he die? This morning? What a pity, I last night I even quarreled with him, and I wanted to quarrel with him again today..."

Police Officer Meguro/Conan: "..."

So it's a pity because there's no way to quarrel anymore?
I don't think this guy is normal!
The focus of the two people was momentarily distorted, but then, they discovered an important problem.

Officer Mu Mu's face changed: "Wait a minute! Ao Jun, tell me, did you see Mr. Honda last night?"

Cang Fengao gave him a strange look, and continued to crackle:

"Yeah, I went out to throw out the trash last night. He was on the phone with someone on the second floor window. He probably drank from a bar. I could smell the smell of alcohol downstairs. The voice was so loud. ..."

"Then I asked him to keep his voice down, because it's very disturbing, isn't it? Although our house is well insulated, I can't guarantee that other people's houses are as good as ours."

"Oh, by the way, the wall panels in our house are made of four layers of different materials inside and out. You may not know that we have pianos, guqin, flutes, and drums at home..."

Police officer Mu Mu was the first to take it no longer, and covered Cang Fengao's mouth:
"Wait, wait, Ao Jun, please speak slowly... Please continue to talk about what happened after you met Mr. Honda last night?"

Let this guy go on, he felt that his head would be dizzy.

Conan gave Police Officer Mumu six likes - he was almost dumbfounded.

"Uh, okay..."

Cang Feng Ao pulled Police Officer Mu Mu's hand away, and brewed his emotions. He didn't know what he was thinking, and there was a little grief on his face:

"Last night, it was a quiet night...but only Mr. Honda was making noise."

Hearing the beginning, Police Officer Mumu and Conan grabbed their faces weakly, their faces were full of lovelessness.

Is this going to run the train again?
Even though the father is so taciturn and doesn't let a single fart go, why is his son so talkative... Could it be the legend that everything goes against its limits?

But unexpectedly, after Cang Fengao finished speaking, the sad expression on his face instantly subsided and turned serious:
"It was about ten o'clock in the evening at that time. I didn't pay much attention to the time, but it was about eleven o'clock when I went back to take a shower, so I thought it should be around ten o'clock when I went out to throw garbage, and I After telling Mr. Honda to keep his voice down, he stuck his head out of the window to tell me not to mind my own business."

Cang Fengao's testimony completely contradicted the autopsy's death time.

Police Officer Megure straightened his face seriously, "Are you sure that is Mr. Honda himself?"

"Of course, I used to have a few words with him almost every night."

Officer Mumu: "..."

Cang Fengao propped his chin with one hand, raised his eyebrows, and showed eyes that were almost the same as those in the mirror, "From what you said just now, officer, it seems that I shouldn't have met Mr. Honda last night? That is to say, Mr. Honda you judged The time of your death was last night?"

(End of this chapter)