Chapter 25 How to act without immersion
Pei Zhen was somewhat speechless: "Is this a necessary skill for a detective? Obtaining evidence and materials in secret."
Conan awkwardly changed the subject: "It was just a coincidence. And this time, you found out something beforehand, right?"
Pei Zhen smiled and said, "It's not hard to tell. Ms. Luo Zhi showed a hostile attitude towards Nagakawa Usuke from the beginning, and she also showed impatience in the investigation of the murderer. It's just that you spent all your time investigating the case and didn't look into it in detail here."
Conan looked at him and said, "This is already very good, not to mention that you let them perform such a show in the back, that is, Xiaolan. Um, how did you know that Sister Xiaolan has such good skills?"
Pei Zhen thought for a moment, but finally said embarrassedly: "This incident should be quite famous, right? I wanted to investigate the case solved by Mr. Maori, and accidentally saw a photo. Ms. Maori, the national high school karate champion in Kanto, was also reported in the media, as was Ms. Yingli. At that time, I thought, their family is really amazing..."
Conan blinked. "You know what? I thought you weren't suitable for being a detective."
"Why do you say that?" Pei Zhen was confused.
"Because I don't have strong concentration and curiosity about the case," Conan said with his hands in his pockets, "As a detective, you must not only have professional thinking ability, but also have the stubbornness to not believe in evil. As long as there is a little clue, you must bite its tail tightly and not let any clues slip away." He looked at Pei Zhen: "I don't see this kind of emotion in you."
Pei Zhen nodded: "I actually didn't think about being a detective at first."
Conan waved his hand: "I know, your detective agency is also inherited. But now I have changed my mind," he said seriously: "You will definitely become a good detective in the future."
"Are you so sure?" Pei Zhen was stunned.
"Passion can be cultivated," Conan said, "but if you lack ability, you just lack it. Some abilities are very difficult to develop."
Pei Zhen seemed to be thinking: "So that's how it is. Just like you, you are still so young, but you have already achieved this. Not only are you capable of action, but you are also thinking deeply. When you were talking to that strange man, you said things that I had felt before but couldn't say. There are really geniuses in this world. Mr. Mao Li must have a reason for bringing you to his side. Or am I too young to have seen much? I didn't know how big the world is, and there are so many talented people..."
Conan froze, turning gray from head to toe. When he was in the villa, he was provoked by that extremely dangerous guy and was so focused on refuting that he had no time to disguise himself; later, in order to save Shinji Inada, he took the lead and tried his best to persuade him, and he had no way to restrain himself.
"Ah, this," he stammered, "genius... yes, you know, some people just think quickly, genius, you know?" He dodged his eyes, "This kind of thing is innate, I don't know why... Ah, there are studies showing that living with smart people will unconsciously imitate them and improve your subconscious thinking ability. You know Uncle Maori, the 'sleeping detective', and Brother Shinichi, he is the most famous high school detective, I like him the most, he is my idol, oh yeah!" He made a funny gesture that the high school detective had made in the newspaper.
"So that's how it is!" Pei Zhen hammered his hand, "It's innate, plus the influence of acquired environmental factors? What a pity, I don't have the same conditions as you." He seemed a little envious.
He really believed it! Conan was truly shocked. But soon, he calmed down and breathed a sigh of relief. He squinted his eyes and thanked some domestic media for their exaggerated reports. Chinese people are really receptive to things like "child prodigies", haha.
Leaving aside these two guys who are fooling around, the camera turns and arrives at another place. There are some familiar mountains and dark forests. A person is standing in front of another person. He is holding a mobile phone in his hand and talking to the person on the other end of the line.
"Is it over? Shinji Inada is not dead?" He chuckled and said, "It's still a little beyond my expectations."
"He was determined to die," he said. "He had no expectations for this country or this world. He was crushed by the heavy pressure. If he didn't solve the problem, the only thing waiting for him would be a mental hospital."
After a pause, he said, "Let me guess. Someone else must have saved him, right?"
He squatted down and searched the person who was half lying under a tree. The person on the ground had a very familiar face. If Mouri Kogoro and Conan saw him, they would immediately be alert, because this person had a scar on his face. He had a fierce face, a tall body, and thick hands and feet. But his eyes were closed now. To be more precise, he was already a very pale corpse.
The searcher was wearing a pair of thin black gloves. He flipped through his clothes and found something in a booklet. It recorded something. "People influence each other. Some people can always influence others. You have to admit that." He flipped through the booklet in his hand and raised his thin lips slightly. "Also, don't worry about the person who escaped. He is dead."
Hearing some anxious questions from the other side, a smile appeared on his brows, and his red pupils were like dancing fireworks in the evening. He stood up, his long windbreaker falling naturally, and he chuckled, "Of course I didn't kill him. You know, I seldom do it myself. He died of blood loss after strenuous exercise. It seems that he still didn't get the medicine in that house." He glanced at the corpse.
Now that he had obtained the item, he could leave. If he stayed any longer, he might run into the police who were looking for him. The footsteps were getting farther and farther away, accompanied by an uninterrupted conversation. "His name is Yasuhiko Taniyama, and he is indeed related to that organization. Don't worry, even if they are looking for me on a large scale, I am not that easy to deal with..."
The sound finally stopped. Only one body was left, lonely in the forest.
The car is moving away from the mountain. Kogoro Mouri changed a car. The driver in front was a policeman from the area. They were going to the local police station. Only after taking more detailed notes can they go back to Mihua's home.
Conan leaned on the car window, looking at the scenery outside during the day. Xiaolan was packing up the things she brought back from the villa, and Kogoro Mouri was mumbling something, as if he was complaining about the car rental fee or something. Pei Zhen withdrew part of his attention from the other side.
Will the next step be to face the pursuit of the dark organization? Thinking of Ma Jia's role in this incident, Pei Zhen couldn't help but want to rub his face. Was he too immersed in it? He himself is not such a crazy person. But then again, how can you act if you’re not immersed in it?
Isn’t it just like living another life to separate the vests? If possible, the greater the difference between the vest and your own personality, the better.
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