"Please wait a moment."

Uncle Mori's voice rang out, interrupting Yoshiteru Kazami's words, "Since you want me to come, then I'll respectfully accept your offer."

Everyone's attention immediately shifted from Yoshiki Kazami to Uncle Mori.

At this moment, Uncle Mori was sitting in a chair with his eyes closed, in a posture that was so familiar!

Upon seeing this, the director strained his already small eyes and excitedly shouted, "Here he comes! Sleeping Kogoro is here!!"

His excited expression made Guangyou burst out laughing: "This director seems to be a fan of the uncle."

Ai Haibara, unfazed, explained, "It's normal, after all, she's the director of a mystery show."

"I'm so sorry, I originally wanted to play the role of an ordinary person who doesn't know anything, but Detective Kazami asked me to solve this mystery as a detective."

"Uncle Mori" paused for a moment, then continued, "In that case, I'll show you a little something."

"I think the prisoner didn't intend to cover the deceased with a gray tablecloth; he just didn't want to cover him with his black coat."

Conan, hiding behind a chair, said using his ever-present voice-changing bowtie, "Because his favorite color is black, I deduce that the culprit felt that using his favorite color at the crime scene would easily arouse suspicion."

"In the golf bag next to the fireplace, there is a black golf club that is slightly taller than the other clubs, and the surrounding curtains and other items are also black."

"So, if black is the culprit's favorite color, then the murderer should be the villa's owner who is currently wearing a black dress, which is the character you are playing, Miss Liuli."

After Conan finished his deduction, he took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention and stomped hard on Uncle Mori's foot.

Uncle Mori was instantly jolted awake by the pain and jumped up, clutching his foot.

Conan added in Mori's voice, "Am I right?"

"Um?"

Uncle Mori stared blankly at everyone present, his expression utterly innocent.

Kasumi Namihara, who played the daughter, clapped her hands in admiration and said, "As expected of Kogoro Mouri!"

Nan Yunxiao, who played the butler, also relaxed his brows and said, "You're absolutely right."

The staff present were also very excited.

It seems that, apart from the director, many people in this production team are fans of Mori Mori.

Nagumo Nobuharu, who was playing the role of the corpse, turned his head and said with a smile, "The real detective truly lives up to his reputation."

Every word of praise was grating to Kazami Yoshiteru's ears, and a surge of anger rushed to his head. He looked at Nagumo Nobuharu lying on the ground and got angry, shouting angrily, "You're playing the role of a corpse, what are you doing moving?"

Before Nagumo Nobuharu could react, he stretched out his foot and stomped hard on Nagumo Nobuharu.

What are you doing?

Kasumi Namihara quickly stepped forward and reached out to support Nobuharu Nagumo, asking with concern, "Mr. Nagumo, are you alright?"

Seeing this, Kazami Yoshiteru smirked: "So you're tired of that screenwriter and have fallen for this man?"

He scoffed, "I forgot you're a flirtatious and promiscuous woman."

"You better watch your words."

Nan Yunxiao reached out and grabbed Kazami Yoshiki's collar, her face already showing her anger.

"You better be polite to me, old man. I've heard you're secretly meeting with your little lover, haven't you?"

Kazami Yoshiteru seemed to have given up on pretending, and his tone was sharp, "Although I don't have any evidence right now, I can guess what it is."

As he spoke, he glanced at Yu Cheng Liuli, and the meaning was obvious.

He wanted to tell Nan Yunxiao, "Your lover is right here. I've been giving you face, so you'd better watch your words."

After saying that, he shook off Nan Yunxiao's hand and walked straight out the door.

After watching him leave the room, Ai couldn't help but mutter in a low voice, "Scumbag."

"Um?"

Yoshiteru Kazami seemed to have good hearing; even from outside the door, he could hear Ai's cursing.

He turned to look at Ai and said angrily, "Whose child is this? Born of a mother but raised by one? Should I teach her a lesson on behalf of her parents?"

Ai was taken aback at first, her eyes glazed over, and then she slowly lowered her head, her whole body trembling slightly, as if she was trying to suppress her emotions.

"Hmph, that brat is such a crybaby."

He glanced at Ai with disdain and then walked out the door without looking back.

Upon hearing this, Xiaolan couldn't help but stand up and shout at the man, "Don't go too far! She's just a child!"

"cut."

Kazami Yoshiteru simply said this dismissively, then turned and left without looking back.

Guangyou watched his retreating figure, narrowed his eyes, snorted coldly, and quickly turned around to comfort him, "Don't be sad, I'll go teach him a lesson for you."

Ai's voice betrayed her low spirits: "Hmm..."

This response was like gasoline, poured directly onto Guangyou's heart, making his anger burn even more fiercely.

Yoshiki Kazami might not know, but Mitsuyu did. Ai's parents passed away not long after she was born, which was a pain that would never go away for Ai. If Mitsuyu hadn't come into this world so late, he would have saved her no matter what.

But he didn't, and that was a regret in his heart.

Now, some foul-mouthed, tactless idiot has offended this person?

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