“Miss Reika?”
“Miss Reika?”
The group failed to find Miss Reika, but they did find Nikaido first—drowned to death.
Mouri Kogorou immediately called the police.
After calling the police, the group clearly couldn’t just sit still, especially Yotsui.
After all, she was his only daughter.
Several of them resumed their search for Reika.
Ran suddenly spoke up.
“Mr.
Shouichi and his secretary seem to still be sleeping inside the villa.
They might be in danger too.”
“I’ll go wake them up first,” Conan said.
With that, Conan trotted over to Shouichi’s door and knocked loudly.
*Click.*
The bedroom door opened, and the dark muzzle of a gun was pressed directly against Conan’s forehead.
Conan took a step back, his calves trembling slightly.
This feeling…
it was as if he had returned to that afternoon at the amusement park.
“I said to let me get some good rest, or else I’d burn this villa down,” Shouichi whispered.
“I…
I…” Conan stammered.
Shouichi revealed an enigmatic smile.
“Bang!”
“Ah!”
Conan fell flat on his butt, only belatedly realizing that the gunshot sound had come from Shouichi’s mouth.
*Squirt, squirt.*
The gun in Shouichi’s hand shot out a stream of water, hitting Conan right in the crotch.
“You’re way too timid, little guy.
You already wet your pants,” Shouichi teased.
“I did not!” Conan retorted, flushed with humiliation and anger.
*That’s the water you just sprayed!*
Suppressing his frustration, Conan said, “Someone died in the villa.
You need to be careful.
It’s best if you stay with everyone else, otherwise you might be in danger.”
Shouichi twirled the handgun and said nonchalantly, “I have a gun.
What do I have to be afraid of?”
“Pew.”
Shouichi aimed at Conan and mimed firing a shot.
Conan’s mouth twitched.
*A gun like that, which only makes people look like they wet their pants, can’t threaten anyone at all.*
“It’s very dangerous for you to be like this.
I advise you to…”
“Advise me to do what?
Advise me not to wet my pants?” Shouichi said with a laugh.
*Damn it!*
Conan gritted his teeth.
*What a despicable guy.*
Shouichi shooed Conan away.
He hoped the killer wouldn’t come looking for him, otherwise, he would be forced to act in self-defense.
After all, his handgun was fully loaded with real bullets at all times.
Shouichi continued lying in bed to sleep, but after waiting for a long time, the killer never showed up, nor did a loli come knocking to deliver warmth.
Instead, he only waited long enough for Inspector Megure to arrive.
“Mr.
Shouichi, two extremely vicious murders have occurred inside the villa.
Please come downstairs and cooperate with our investigation,” Inspector Megure said meticulously.
“Got it.”
Shouichi put on his clothes and headed downstairs with a hint of impatience.
Upon reaching the ground floor, he found that everyone seemed to be waiting for him.
“Someone else died?
You guys really won’t even let a person get a good sleep, huh.” Shouichi yawned and sat on the sofa, treating everyone else as if they were invisible.
“I suspect the murderer is Sumitomo Shouichi!”
Mouri Kogorou fired the first shot, aiming his metaphorical cannon right at Shouichi.
Shouichi took a sip of tea, not even entertaining the thought of defending himself.
“The tea is pretty good this time.”
After setting down the teacup, he crossed his legs and leaned back against the sofa to watch the show.
Mouri Kogorou began his super deduction.
“Mr.
Yotsui owes Shouichi a sum of money, so Shouichi has ample motive to kill Miss Reika!
Furthermore, he stayed in his room the entire time without coming out, giving him plenty of time to commit the murder.
“I even had Conan go call for him once.
To stay inside despite knowing there’s a killer in the villa—he was definitely destroying the evidence of his crime!”
Shouichi looked at Kogorou and said, “Mr.
Mouri, you need evidence when you speak.
If you don’t have any, I will hire lawyer Kisaki Eri to sue you for slander.”
“You bastard!” Mouri Kogorou flared up.
*Hiring my own wife to sue me?
That’s way too arrogant!*
Yotsui was even more furious than Mouri Kogorou.
He ran over, grabbed Shouichi by the collar, and yelled, “It was you, wasn’t it?
It definitely was you, right?!”
“Although losing your only daughter is painful, you still have your debts to keep you company.
You aren’t alone, so there’s no need to be this sad,” Shouichi consoled him.
Not holding his rudeness against him, and even warmly comforting him.
Shouichi felt he was simply too classy.
“You said it yourself—those who don’t pay their debts will face retribution!
You definitely killed Reika!
It was definitely you!” Yotsui clung to Shouichi in a death grip.
“Mr.
Yotsui, you need to calm down.”
Kogorou and Inspector Megure came over to pull Yotsui away.
Inspector Megure said, “We haven’t determined who the real killer is yet.
Even if we do find the culprit, the police will strictly enforce the law.
“Mr.
Shouichi has no connection to the deceased, Nikaido, so the probability of him being the killer is very low.”
“That’s right, Mr.
Yotsui.
Please calm down,” Kogorou added.
Yotsui regained a bit of his rationality, but upon seeing Shouichi’s completely fearless expression, his emotions flared up just as violently as before.
“You police are just too afraid to offend the Sumitomo Zaibatsu!
Even if the killer really is Shouichi, you’d just cover it up for him!” Yotsui shouted.
“Preliminary autopsy indicates the deceased died by suicide.”
It was the same forensic doctor from last time, quickly delivering the autopsy results right on the heels of Yotsui’s accusation.
Inspector Megure’s face darkened, Mouri Kogorou’s brain practically short-circuited, and Yotsui turned deathly pale.
Shouichi took a sip of tea.
He obviously hadn’t killed anyone, so why were these people so dead set on painting him as the mastermind behind the scenes?
It made absolutely no sense.
“Since the forensic doctor has confirmed it was a suicide, does that mean we can leave now?” Shouichi asked.
But it didn’t really matter.
He never cared about the misunderstandings of irrelevant nobodies.
“No, you cannot!”
Mouri Kogorou glared angrily at Shouichi.
*Too arrogant.*
He had been a police officer and worked as a detective, yet he had never witnessed such a dark moment.
A police forensic doctor calling a one-hundred-percent homicide a suicide—it was completely devoid of morals, responsibility, and any bottom line.
“How is a forensic doctor who spouts nonsense like you still employed in the police force?!” Kogorou roared at the doctor.
The forensic doctor pushed up his glasses, his silence speaking volumes.
*As a forensic doctor lacking in professional skills, the reason I can firmly hold onto such a position is, of course, because I know exactly what to say.*
Miyano Akemi’s deep eyes stared intently at Shouichi for a long moment.
*Could this guy really be the killer who murdered Yotsui’s daughter?*
*Just because Yotsui refused to pay his debts, he wanted to teach him a lesson?*
*That’s a bit too cruel.*
Miyano Akemi gritted her teeth.
Thinking about how her younger sister might be in the hands of such a ruthless person, she couldn’t even bear to imagine what her sister was going through.
“I will definitely catch the slip-up that proves you’re the killer!” Mouri Kogorou glared fiercely at Shouichi.
Then, in the time it took to turn around…
Kogorou stumbled through a gorgeous dance routine, before plopping down directly onto the sofa right next to Shouichi.