Chapter 2344 2356 [Diverting the trouble] Asking for monthly votes ()
No one cared about Hattori Heiji's dilemma. After all, what was more important now than whether there was a fish or not was the many traps in front of them and the brutal "villa destroyer" lurking in the woods.
Of course, Mr. Yamada, the victim of a sprained ankle, also needs attention.
With the onlookers and Jiang Xia's enthusiastic help, "Mr. Yamada" limped back to the villa with everyone.
"Mr. Yamada's ankle must be very painful." Mao Lilan followed Jiang Xia and whispered to the two female classmates, "Look how much cold sweat he has shed."
Suzuki Sonoko and Toyama Kazuha nodded sympathetically.
Conan looked at Vodka's ankle, and then at his sweaty appearance: "..." He can even fake cold sweat, this guy's acting skills are too terrible. Is the "Vodka" that Huiyuan knows the same person as the Vodka in front of him? Does he actually have a hidden twin?
"But it's also possible that he really sprained his ankle." Conan touched his chin and stared at Vodka's trouser leg. "If that's the case, I might be able to use this to get some clues from him for tracking..."
He just thought about it for a while, and suddenly realized something. His scattered eyes suddenly cleared up: "No, we can't act rashly! I can't always look at Vodka with the same eyes as before. This guy's qualities in all aspects are really unfathomable. I have to treat him with the same caution as I treat Gin."
…
As Vodka walked along, he felt a chill on his back. He suspected someone was plotting against him, but he had no evidence.
"…But do I need any evidence? Wuzo is standing right next to me, and that bloody hand of sin is even holding up my poor arm!"
For a moment, Vodka wanted to throw away the arm and stay away from it and Uzo.
However, in reality, he could only smile and thank Mr. Uzo after arriving at the villa, and then be helped to sit on the sofa by the enthusiastic Mr. Uzo.
"What's wrong?" Others gathered together. Mrs. Fu rubbed her red eyes and asked nervously and confusedly, "What happened just now? I seemed to hear a bear roaring in the woods. Besides the villa vandal, there shouldn't be any wild animals here."
Vodka: “?”
My cry for help was so clear and loud, how dare you say it was a bear's cry? What a broken ear, you might as well tear it off and donate it to Uzo!
“Hahaha.” Suzuki Sonoko laughed without giving any face. “Where did the bear come from? It was Mr. Yamada. He just had bad luck and accidentally stepped on the trap outside and sprained his ankle.”
Vodka was about to change the subject: "..." Why don't you just say there is no bear? Why do you mention me? Are you annoying? Don't I have any dignity?
He wanted to shout like this, but in the end he could only smile innocently: "Indeed, I have been unlucky lately."
But the other people in the villa obviously didn't care about his luck.
Except for the old doctor who glanced at Vodka's ankle with concern, everyone else's attention was focused on something else. They asked in surprise, "'The trap outside'? What trap?"
Jiang Xia explained briefly: "Just now, when Mr. Yamada was traveling alone, he was pushed by someone and almost stepped on some trigger traps. There may be more than one similar trap. Everyone must be careful when going to the woods and try not to act alone."
Hearing this, the people in the villa relaxed a little.
Mrs. Fu breathed a sigh of relief: "Who would run around in the woods at a time like this? Don't worry, I won't go out even if you chase me away."
As she spoke, she looked at Vodka in confusion and said, "You are quite courageous. You actually dare to run around outside alone. Do you think that villa vandal will not touch you?"
Vodka suddenly became alert, as if a basin of dirty water was being poured on him. He quickly retorted: "How could that be? I don't know the murderer. I acted alone only because my companions got back to the lake before me."
The rich lady was stunned for a moment, and her eyes turned suspicious when she looked at him: "I didn't say that the 'villa vandal won't touch you' because you know him. I just thought that you look very strong and he might not dare to do anything to you. Why are you..."
Vodka: “…”
Conan tried to hold back, but couldn't help it in the end, and took a breath in surprise: "Could it be that Uncle Yamada really knew that villa vandal, and thought he would go easy on you, so he left at that time?"
Vermouth, who didn't have time to stop it, said: "..."
Vodka: “…”
...This damned little bastard. When Uzo falls, I will sink you into Tokyo Bay to feed the fish!
Jiang Xia patted his shoulder, and pulled off a strand of fresh ice cream murderous aura, and said with satisfaction: "Conan usually likes detective stories and has read a lot of detective novels, so he is always a little suspicious compared to his peers - but he has no bad intentions, don't mind it."
Vodka: “…” Yes, yes, you have no bad intentions, you have no hearts at all, you are just full of bad intentions!
The organizational cadres felt quite aggrieved.
——Although Wuzo pretended to be a good guy and helped him out, Vodka still felt that other people were looking at him and became slightly alert.
He could only curse in his heart while putting all these people on alert: he had thought of the script! - After one brutal murder after another, someone's mentality collapsed, and then suddenly rushed towards him with a knife, wanting to die together with him, the suspected murderer.
Or until the end of the matter, the real murderer did not appear, so under the identification of everyone, Vodka was taken to the police station as the most suspicious, and then faced a black bullet from the organization on the way.
"Humph, since I expected it, I won't let it happen." Vodka moved his stiff face, "It's just pretending to be a good person, I can do that too!"
After a pause, he suddenly thought of another solution.
"Once others have a preconceived notion that I am a bad person, the more they look at me, the more they will feel that something is wrong with me. This is what is called suspecting your neighbor of stealing your axe."
Vodka was thankful for his extensive reading, and quickly came up with a plan: "At a time like this, we must find the real culprit as soon as possible, or find someone more suspicious than me, so that others can focus their attention on that unlucky guy..."
Thinking of this, Vodka's eyes flickered and fell on the corner of the room.
——On the inconspicuous sofa in the corner, the painter with a strange style was holding his drawing board, with a chilly and scary smile on his face, while brushing something on the paper.
Vodka: “…”Brother, don’t blame me for being cruel and ruthless—look at your villain-like expression, the words “I am a bad guy” are written on your face.
——It’s decided to be you!
(End of this chapter)
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