"Anything is fine." Yamamura Misao did not give up. He had been rather vague before, but this time he gave an example.
"For example, Mr. Yanfu or Mr. Kuanren, have you ever had any conflicts with others?"
"And has anyone else seen any suspicious figures around the house?"
"Or did you hear any strange noises or something?"
“...”
After hearing these questions, Akashi Hiroto thought for a moment before answering:
“My father is getting old and doesn’t go out much. The reason he moved here is because he doesn’t like interacting with outsiders…”
"My current job is to teach tennis at a nearby tennis court. Since there's not much else to do around here, I go straight home after get off work..."
"So you haven't had any conflicts with anyone?" Yamamura Misao took out a notebook and pen from his pocket and crossed out the words "outsider committed the crime" on the notebook.
"Probably not." Hiroto Akashi nodded and added, "Aside from going upstairs to deliver the food, I haven't left the living room much."
"I didn't see any suspicious figures, nor did I hear any strange noises."
He didn't see any suspicious figures or hear any strange noises, but someone else did.
And there's more than one.
"If that's the case..." Xiaolan thought back seriously.
"So... what's wrong?" Yamamura Misao had thought he wouldn't get any more information, but this question gave him hope, so he unconsciously raised his voice.
“Um…” Xiaolan recalled the sounds she heard at the time and replied, “I heard some strange noises the first time I went to that room to collect the tableware.”
"What kind of sound was it?" Yamamura Misao pressed.
"Ugh... Ugh..." Xiaolan imitated the sound she had heard, then said, "It sounded like this, like crying."
“Crying…” Yamamura Misao frowned slightly.
"I think he must have decided to commit suicide, that's why he was crying," Sonoko thought, sighing as she guessed.
"Are you sure?" Yamamura Misao asked after writing down this important information in his notebook.
"I didn't go in because I was worried about disturbing the people in the room," Xiaolan explained, shaking her head.
"I'm not sure if I was crying, but it felt somewhat like it."
“I understand.” Yamamura Misao nodded.
"Kuangyou heard that sound too," Xiaolan suddenly added, remembering that she had bumped into Kuangyou at the stairwell.
"Oh?" Yamamura Misao looked up, shifting her gaze from the notebook to Kōyū sitting at the table, and asked.
Is that so?
Recalling that sound, Kwangyu nodded and said:
“I did hear a ‘mmm…mmm’ sound, but I’m not sure if the person inside was crying.”
"I understand." After confirming that there was indeed such a sound, Yamamura Misao asked everyone a few more questions.
At the same time, that strange feeling welled up from the depths of Guangyou's heart once again.
Recalling that "mmm" sound, Kwang-woo frowned, carefully considering where that strange feeling in his heart came from.
"The voice sounds a bit muffled..."
"It didn't sound like it was coming from the nose, it sounded like it was coming from the mouth..."
"The sound coming from his mouth was somewhat muffled..."
"This doesn't sound like crying, it sounds like..."
Suddenly, an image flashed into Guangyou's mind:
A person was tied up with ropes and hung in the air, with something stuffed in their mouth so they could not call for help and could only make sounds like "uh uh uh".
This scene was something he imagined; he didn't actually see it with his own eyes.
But when he thought of this scene, Kōyū felt that his question had been answered, and that it was very likely the correct answer.
"I don't think this sound is crying..." Conan said in a deep voice, pinching his chin with his uninjured hand and frowning.
"It's like someone covered your mouth..." Kōyū chimed in.
After they finished speaking, the two exchanged a knowing glance. Kōyū glanced towards the living room doorway, while Conan nodded knowingly.
"By the way, Officer Yamamura!" Conan, forgetting his still-painful throat, asked loudly in a hoarse voice, trying to confirm his suspicions.
"Was there anything else left in that room?"
After saying that, Conan couldn't help but cough.
I'm coughing very badly.
“…” Kōyū glanced at Conan, who was coughing.
What could he say?
As soon as he saw progress in the case, he forgot all about his sore throat.
He had reminded him twice before.
Why not just give him a nod and let him ask?
It's not like he doesn't know how to ask.
Then, as if foreseeing what might happen next, Kōyū quietly reminded Conan, saying:
"Hey Conan, whatever you hear later, don't rush over like you're grabbing food at the cafeteria. Take your time and don't arouse suspicion."
The "certain people" he mentioned were referring to Hiroto Akashi.
Although he spoke very softly, it was to avoid the situation where Akashi Hiroto, who had good hearing, happened to hear him.
He still used "someone" instead.
Conan was busy coughing and didn't respond, but Mitsuyu thought Conan must have heard him.
However, it may not be possible.
Whenever a case is encountered, or when a crucial development is made in the case, such as deducing the modus operandi based on a certain clue, etc.
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