I'm Just a Passerby in the World of Detective Conan

(PS: New author, didn't know how to write in the early stages, currently working hard to improve, please bear with me.)

(PS: For the early chapters, please don't take it too seriously...

Chapter 131 Uncle Mori's Solo Show

"Don't leave yet, don't speak so confidently!"

Guangyou walked out of the room with a book in his hand and said to everyone, "What Uncle just said was actually what the criminal wanted him to say."

Everyone was puzzled, especially Uncle Mori: "Kuangyou, what are you talking about? What prisoner wants me to say?"

Kōyū slowly walked to the sofa, turning the pages of a book with gentle movements, and said, "Please, officers and Mr. Nakamoto, sit down first. There's plenty of time, don't rush. Uncle Mori has something to say to everyone."

Inspector Megure turned to look at Uncle Mori with a puzzled expression: "Brother Mori, what are you trying to say?"

Uncle Mori looked completely bewildered: "What are you talking about? I don't know what to say. What are you talking about, Kōyū?"

At this moment, Kōyū placed the open book face down on the table, walked over to Uncle Mori, and whispered something in Uncle Mori's ear.

Uncle Mori's expression first changed from doubt to surprise, then back to doubt, and finally he nodded with a firm expression.

He turned to look at Kwangyu: "Kwangyu, are you sure?"

After receiving confirmation from Mitsuyu, Uncle Mori's expression remained unchanged as he said, "Mr. Nakamoto, the reasoning I just gave you must be what you wanted me to say, right?"

Inspector Megure sensed something was wrong: "Brother Mouri, you mean..."

"Yes, Mr. Hiroshi Nakamoto is the real murderer!"

These words caused a bead of cold sweat to appear on Hiroshi Nakamoto's face, which he barely noticed. He tried to remain calm and said, "Mr. Mori, what are you talking about? I don't understand."

"Don't understand? Really?" Uncle Mori smiled knowingly. "Then sit down and listen to my reasoning."

"Since your testimony is completely different from Professor Izumura's, it proves that one of them is lying. So, if we find the tape you mentioned, we can prove that your testimony is correct, right?"

Inspector Megure nodded. Indeed, the tape was a very important piece of evidence, which made Hiroshi Nakamoto's suspicions negligible.

"So, your testimony is correct, which means that the possibility of Professor Izumura being the murderer becomes very high. Anyone would have the possibility that Professor Izumura is the murderer. This is also one of your clever points. What you said is half true and half false, a mixture of truth and falsehood. People will subconsciously overlook the false parts once they see the true parts."

“There are many suspicious points. First, you reminded me that the tape was discarded by the murderer and asked me to look for it. And I found it very easily. If he had taken it and thrown it into any river, we would never have found the tape. The fact that the murderer had time to take the tape proves that he was thoughtful and rational. So he couldn’t have thrown it in such a simple place nearby!”

Changing the subject, Uncle Mori said, "I remember that the store's trash is always collected by a recycling truck in the evening. Do you think the cassette tape the murderer threw away will still be there for me to go and look for?"

The question was posed to Hiroshi Nakamoto, who remained silent, clearly unable to refute it.

Uncle Mori ignored Hiroshi Nakamoto and continued, "Furthermore, you deliberately mentioned Professor Izumura during our conversation. Of course, I would subconsciously associate him with Professor Izumura and suspect that he might be the murderer."

"Later, you hinted that the professor might have gone to some places that I couldn't talk about, which made me even more suspicious of Professor Izumura. Then, you mentioned the eavesdropping plan, so I immediately thought of a bugging device. So, when the whole case was put together, it seemed like it was a foregone conclusion that Professor Izumura was the murderer."

"Actually!" Uncle Mori tapped the table, his face full of amusement, "Actually, you did all of this. When Mr. Irie was performing his solo act, you entered Mr. Irie's room and murdered him. The so-called bugging device was just you deliberately loosening the screws on the plastic casing with a screwdriver."

Then Uncle Mori got up and went to the table, picked up the book on the table, and pointed it out to everyone: "I asked Kouyu to get this book about psychology. It contains content on suggestion and guidance. Take a look and see if it is very similar to Mr. Nakamoto's behavior."

Upon inspection, everyone saw that, sure enough, there were indeed sentences that could guide people to say a specific phrase.

Hiroshi Nakamoto started to panic. He couldn't help but panic, as if Uncle Mori had seen through everything about him. He felt completely naked in front of Uncle Mori.

However, he still pretended to be calm and said, "Mr. Mori, if you want to accuse me of being the murderer, you have to provide evidence."

"I wanted to save you some face; you were supposed to confess or turn yourself in, but you're not cooperating!"

Uncle Mori shook his head and said regretfully, "Then let me tell you. I just asked Guangyou to go downstairs and find the witness, Miss Azusa."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a young woman pushed open the door and poked her head out: "Um, Mr. Mori, is there something you need me for?"

After Azusa came in, Uncle Mori didn't explain why he called her. He continued, "First of all, you would have guessed who would be investigating this case, so it's no surprise that you came directly to me. After all, I, Kogoro Mori, am quite famous in the Metropolitan Police Department. But coming to me is your biggest mistake!"

"You found out I have a drinking problem, so you slipped this flyer about all-you-can-eat and drink from 8 to 10 pm into my office mailbox, just so I would come over and be your eyewitness. At the time, you told Inspector Megure that you found out I passed by the apartment when the incident happened, and then you asked the police to let you visit me, just to help you with your deduction."

Inspector Megure, who knew Uncle Mori's temperament very well, nodded: "Indeed, if you were in this situation, you would definitely go!"

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