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Chapter 612 Forbear for a moment, the more you think about it, the more angry you take a step back, the more you think about it, the more you lose 【Please recommend.】

Along the mountain road, Guangyou and Xiao Ai trotted back to the foot of the mountain following behind Conan the lamp.

"Guangyou, you came just in time." Xiaolan greeted Guangyou and others coming down from the mountain, "We are going to the police station to take notes."

"You little ghosts are really worrying." Uncle Mao Li put his hands in his pockets, curled his lips and said, "Hurry up, I have to go back to watch Miss Yoko's show after finishing the notes."

"Hehehe" Guangyou's mouth twitched slightly, glanced at Conan who was quietly hiding in the wooden house, and gloated in his heart, "Uncle, it seems that your hope has come to nothing. I wish you a sweet dream"

"Ah Choo!" Uncle Mao Li sniffed his nose and said to himself, "I don't have a cold, do I? The weather is really...huh? Why is it here again?"

Just as Uncle Mao Li complained about the erratic temperature, a strong sense of drowsiness hit his forehead.

Accompanied by the drowsiness like a tide, Uncle Mao Li felt that his body was a little out of control, and he swayed from side to side and backed up, just like what happened when solving the case before. .

I don't know if it was a coincidence or because there was a navigation system in his body. One second before he lost consciousness, Uncle Maori caught a glimpse of a row of benches behind him from the corner of his eye.

The bench was placed outside the wooden house by the management of the mountain to provide tourists with a rest, and the current function is to prevent him from falling directly on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Uncle Mao Li sat directly on the row of benches, with his head lowered and his hands hanging down naturally, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.

Conan, who was hiding behind the door of the wooden house, heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the police asked Uncle Mao Li to take notes. If the case was closed directly by accident, it would be troublesome.

For him, knowing who the murderer is, but not bringing the murderer to justice will indeed be a big headache for him.

Pulling up the bow tie on his chest, Conan said directly into the microphone: "Officer, please stay."

"What's the matter with you, Mr. Maury?"

The young police officer stopped and turned his head to see the posture of Uncle Maori sitting on the bench, which reminded him of Uncle Maori's name.

"Is this 'Sleeping Kogoro'?"

The police officer turned around and looked at Uncle Mao Li with a serious expression on his face. He thought to himself, "I read in the newspaper that when Mr. Mao Li poses like this, it means that he wants to reason. Is there any secret behind this case?"

"I heard that Mr. Mori has never failed, which means this case is not as simple as it seems?"

"As expected of Mr. Mori, if I can have Mr. Mori's ability, then I can be promoted to the police department soon."

Seeing the constantly changing expressions on the police officer's face, Guangyou twitched the corners of his mouth, and said to himself: "What is this police officer thinking? Isn't it just to tell you to stop?"

After sorting out his thoughts, Conan began his performance: "About this accident, I have a few questions that I haven't solved yet."

The young police officer showed admiration on his face, and said softly, "Is there really a problem? You are indeed Mr. Maori."

These words almost disturbed Conan's thoughts. The police officer in front of him also knew that the case was murder?

But why didn't he say it out, but ended the case with an accident?
Is there no evidence?

Forget it, let's continue reasoning, finish reasoning earlier, and withdraw earlier.

"One of the problems is that we saw someone fall, but is that person really Mr. Hirai?" Conan said in a deep voice, "Xiaolan, Guangyou, did you two see that person's face clearly? .”

"It seems not." Xiaolan raised her head slightly, pointed her chin with her finger, and said, "I remember that we only saw the back of that person."

Guangyou, who was standing by the side watching the play, was a little speechless, he just wanted to be a background board, but in the end there was still something about him.

Is it because he is worried that his role is not enough?

But since Conan asked, let's cooperate with him and continue the performance.

After secretly complaining about Conan in his heart, Guangyou Mode said emotionally: "Just like sister Xiaolan, I didn't see it either, I only saw the back."

"Actually, to be honest, I didn't see clearly either." Conan continued reasoning, "So I have every reason to suspect that Mr. Hirai was not the one who jumped off the cliff."

These words changed the faces of the three people present, namely Xiaolan, Kondo, and Mr. Police Officer, who loves to make up his mind.

"There is indeed something wrong with Mr. Mori's words." The police officer was puzzled, "But where will the person who fell pretending to be Mr. Hirai disappear?"

"I think Mr. Kondo knows the terrain there very well?" Conan turned sideways, glanced furtively at Kondo whose expression changed slightly, and said, "Then Mr. Kondo should know that there is a big tree directly under the observation deck?"

In fact, Kondo was a little flustered when he said this, but he still pretended to be calm and nodded calmly: "There is indeed a big tree, but that tree lacks nutrition and is not very strong. If you want to hook someone, I'm afraid Very difficult."

After listening to the explanation, the police officer turned his attention to Uncle Mao Li.

"Indeed, it is indeed difficult and dangerous for the tree to hook people from falling off the cliff." Conan glanced at Guangyou who was standing aside watching the show, and continued with a sneer, "If people really fall If so, it is indeed difficult.”

The police officer was confused when he heard this, and asked, "Mr. Maori, what do you mean by that?"

Conan, who was hiding in the wooden house, lowered his head slightly, his glasses reflected an unreasonable reflection, and said lightly, "I remember Guangyou you told me before that there is a path that can go directly to that tree, right?"

"???"

Guangyou, who was chatting with Xiao Ai, was stunned. Does this have anything to do with him?

And, he said this?

"Ahem, Guangyou?"

After not getting the response he wanted for a long time, Conan coughed a few times to remind him.

"Well, there is indeed a path that leads directly to that tree. That place is a small platform, and that tree grows on the edge of the cliff." Guangyou said indifferently.

"Because of the platform, I suspect that the person did not fall off the cliff, but jumped off the cliff. To be precise, he jumped onto the platform directly below the observation deck."

Conan, who heard Guangyou's answer, showed a triumphant smile while reasoning.

As the saying goes-the more you think about it for a while, the more angry you get, and the more you think about it when you take a step back, the more you lose.

He was forced to feed him dog food before, so now he uses his way to make Guangyou show off.

Because he knew that Guangyou didn't have much interest in solving crimes, and most of the time he encountered a case, he wanted to watch a drama by the side.

Don't you want to show off?

Then he couldn't let Guangyou succeed.

Thinking of this, Conan secretly smiled, but continued to reason with a blank expression on the surface. "And that person's purpose is to make others think that Mr. Hirai fell off a cliff and died."

Following the reasoning of "Sleeping Kogoro", the young police officer also realized that something was wrong: "If you say this"

"You are right." Conan confirmed the police officer's guess, "This case is not an accident, but a murder!"

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