Everyone accepted Akashi Hiroto's apology.
After Hiroto Akashi was taken away by the police, Sonoko said to Uncle Mori, "Uncle, you were so cool just now!"
She was telling the truth.
In terms of looks, Uncle Mori certainly can't compare to those young heartthrobs on TV, but he has qualities that those young heartthrobs don't have.
For example, the aura he exuded when he subdued Akashi Hiroto.
That confident aura.
A certainty that Akashi Hiroto was powerless to resist.
Besides, Uncle Mori is actually quite handsome; it's just that he's not very reliable, which lowers his overall impression score.
She can be quite charming when she's serious.
"I think he's pretty handsome too," Xiaolan said with a smile.
If you were to ask Uncle Mori what he likes to hear most, it would undoubtedly be praise, but it's also precisely what he can't stand the most.
He gets a little smug when he hears someone praising him.
He was feeling a little smug. Hearing Sonoko and Ran's praise, Uncle Mori suppressed a smile, nodded, and said:
"Actually, that's what I think too."
"I think I'm pretty good too." Sonoko glanced at Conan, who was being held in Ran's arms, and couldn't help but laugh as she recalled her little deduction.
"I've deduced quite a bit of information too! The Queen of Deduction truly lives up to her name; she'll be the famous detective Suzuki Sonoko from now on!"
"Hehehe..." Conan glanced at Sonoko, who was looking rather smug, and twitched the corner of his mouth.
If it weren't for his reminder, this case would probably have been closed as a suicide, and there would have been no reasoning involved.
Moreover, if it weren't for his sore throat, which prevented him from speaking and using the old methods of reasoning, and if Kōsuke hadn't been unwilling to help him, Sonoko wouldn't have had a chance at all.
But let her be happy.
After all, the case has already been solved.
But this case...
“…” Conan felt a little heavy-hearted as he recalled the calmness with which Akashi Hiroto had told them everything.
If it weren't for people like Akashi Takeo, Akashi Hiroto and his wife would probably be living a very happy life.
“What a pity…” Kōsuke said, looking in the direction Akashi Hiroto had left. “I thought he was a pretty good guy.”
"By the way, your teacup came at just the right time." Conan suddenly remembered the teacup that played a crucial role. He looked at Kouyu and said in a hoarse voice.
He knew it was Guangyou who threw it.
Moreover, among those present, only Kōyū possessed that ability.
As for his voice, he only just realized that he could speak again.
His voice was a little hoarse, and he could only speak softly now—it hurt when he spoke loudly.
It hurts a little even when it's quiet, but at least it's a bit better.
"No big deal, just a piece of cake," Guangyou readily admitted, adding a self-praise, "My aim is alright, isn't it?"
He did indeed throw the teacup.
When he saw Akashi Hiroto about to commit suicide, he took a quick aim, estimated the distance in his mind, and threw the teacup in his hand at him.
Actually, it mainly depends on your feeling.
He felt that with such force he could hit the target from that distance, so he threw the teacup.
He was lucky; the teacup hit Akashi Hiroto's wrist, creating an opportunity for Uncle Mori to subdue him.
"Hmm." Conan nodded in agreement, recalling that scene, and responded with a nasal tone to minimize his talking.
Hitting Akashi Hiroto isn't difficult; he can do it, Ran can do it, Sonoko can do it, and many people can do it.
However, he couldn't accurately strike Akashi Hiroto's wrist with just his naked eye, and with virtually no time to aim.
As expected of a professional.
"Hmm, looks like I haven't gotten rusty yet." Guangyou was worried that he wouldn't be able to throw accurately, but the result told him that he was overthinking it.
Once you learn something and use it a lot, it's hard to forget it.
It's called a feeling, but it's also experience. The more you use it, the more naturally you'll develop that feeling.
The eyes estimate the distance, the mind calculates the force, and then the arm exerts force to execute the calculation.
The human brain is not a computer, so it will inevitably have biases.
Moreover, even computers can make mistakes, so it also depends on luck.
No one can guarantee success every time.
Even those who have never failed are simply more experienced, more accurate intuition, and luckier, and haven't encountered failure.
Fortunately, his intuition was accurate today, and he was also quite lucky.
They successfully prevented Hiroto Akashi from committing suicide.
As for Hiroto Akashi, Kōsuke thought he was alright.
She's somewhat similar to him, except she's quite devoted in relationships.
And after spending a day with him, he was indeed a nice person.
Just like he said before:
Kind, helpful...
In addition, he shared some similarities with him, so when he saw that scene, he threw it away.
If Akashi Hiroto were the kind of person who believed that "every pitiful person has something hateful about them," then he might have just sat aside and watched him continue.
"Luckily, you haven't forgotten anything." Conan suddenly thought of something and said with a serious expression.
"Otherwise, I'll 'kill' someone."
"Huh? What do you mean?" Mitsuyu didn't understand what Conan was saying for a moment.
Rather than believing that Conan would commit murder, he'd rather believe that Gin would help an old lady cross the street.
Seeing Kōyū's puzzled expression, Conan said seriously:
"If my reasoning leads to the criminal's suicide, and I fail to prevent it, then what's the difference between me, the detective, and the criminal?"
After saying such a long thing, Conan quickly picked up his teacup and drank all the water in it in one gulp.
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