Chapter 455 Do you want to hear what you're saying?

"The ceremony is about to begin, I'll stop here for now."

The Baiyun ceremony was about to begin, and the tall man wisely shut his mouth, turning his gaze to the flag in the center of the square.

An elderly man dressed in clothing similar in style to the white cloud flag walked to the shelf with the help of a woman in white beside him.

As the clock struck seven in the evening, the old man knelt down before the flag, and the residents of Baiyun Island around him followed suit.

Seeing their serious expressions, the standing passengers suddenly felt uncomfortable and knelt down as well, afraid that they would block the view of the people behind them.

They maintained this posture for a full ten minutes before standing up with the elderly man in the center.

The woman who had been helping the old man walked up to him with a tray in her hand.

The old man bent down, picked up a shovel from one of the buckets, scooped up the soil from the bucket and put it into the potted plant. Once there was enough soil, he turned around and took the items from the tray.

It is a sapling.

He planted the sapling in the large pot, then picked up a water ladle from another bucket and scooped up water to water the sapling.

The old man lovingly tidied the sapling's branches and leaves, and his aged voice slowly rang out, "When this sapling grows big enough, it can be transplanted into the ground. At that time, it will become a part of nature, just like the clouds, providing us with more things that humans need."

"Water and green plants are both essential."

The old man sighed deeply, put his hands behind his back, hunched over, and turned to leave.

"Humans need nature, and they also destroy nature."

"But in reality, it's not just humans who need nature..."

After the old man left, several men went up and moved the items on the shelf.

But the man responsible for carrying the soil suddenly collapsed, his eyes rolled back and he foamed at the mouth.

The woman who was standing there and could see him directly screamed when she saw his appearance.

The shout immediately triggered Conan and Kogoro Mouri's detective instincts. They squeezed through the crowd and ran to the center of the square. After telling the people who were taking the items not to touch him, they immediately went forward to check on the man's condition.

Very well, he's dead, he's beyond dead.

"He's dead? How is that possible?" The man holding the flag was shocked. "Daqiao always exercises regularly. It's unlikely he would suddenly die from some illness, right?"

"No, he died of poisoning!" Conan squatted down next to the deceased, Ohashi Shunpei, pried open his mouth, looked at it, sniffed it, and then spoke in a deep voice.

"No way? Poisoning? Food poisoning? That's impossible! All the food on the island has been inspected; there's no way food poisoning could happen!" The man responsible for carrying the potted plants frowned in confusion.

"Has he eaten anything today?" Kogoro Mouri asked them.

"He had dinner with me today, just regular fried noodles with eggs," the man carrying the flag replied.

"Hmm?" Kogoro Mouri raised an eyebrow, his intelligent gaze falling on him as he stroked his chin and guessed, "Could it be that you poisoned his fried noodles?"

The man holding the flag: "Huh!?"

Conan: "..." Uncle, do you want to hear what you're saying?