Chapter 2458 2470 [Rehearsal]
Thinking of the latest findings, Conan hesitated for a moment and tugged at the corner of Kogoro Mouri's clothes.
"What?" Kogoro Mouri looked down at the troubled kid.
Conan cleared his throat and put on a childish voice: "It's so strange, uncle - I just went to explore Mrs. Sakihara's house and found that her garage is also quite narrow. If she is really not good at reversing, then how does she usually drive out?"
"Also, I went to Mr. Sakihara's study and found some strange sticky marks next to the socket under the desk, as if something had been taped on it."
Mao Lilan was stunned when she heard this.
Conan was a little surprised when he saw her expression: he didn't expect that the first person to understand his hint was Xiaolan.
He nodded heavily at Mao Lilan.
Then Mao Lilan covered her mouth with her hand.
Conan: “???”
The law-abiding female high school student looked around guiltily, making sure that passers-by were busy with their own things and no one heard what she had just said. Then she turned around and whispered, "How could you just barge into someone else's house, and into such an important place as the study!"
Conan: “……?”
Is this the point? The point should be the strange and suspicious points in this case!
He wanted to emphasize his point again, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move even one of Mao Lilan's little fingers.
“…”
An elementary school student fell into silent despair.
Fortunately, someone nearby seemed to be perceptive for once and understood what he didn't say.
Maori Kogoro snorted coldly: "What are you hinting at? Do you think Xiaohui is also related to this explosion and murder case?"
Conan: "Mmmmm!"
Maori Kogoro punched him on the forehead: "How is it possible? She is a student I once taught. How could I not know her? She is a child who pursues justice and would not do such a thing."
Beside her, Mao Lilan finally realized something was wrong. She hesitantly let go of his hand and asked, "What are you talking about?"
Conan finally caught his breath. He took a few deep breaths of the sweet air and successfully finished what he wanted to say: "But uncle knew Mrs. Sakihara in high school, right? Now more than ten years have passed, and people will change."
"Nonsense!" Maori Kogoro hit him with a hammer again, "You are just a seven-year-old kid, and you are talking about something that happened more than ten years ago. You are simply pretending to know something you don't."
Having said that, Maori Kogoro suddenly remembered something:
When she was a tutor for Mrs. Sakihara, this usually well-behaved student once revealed some lively girlish thoughts and showed off her and her sister's secret base to him. The so-called small base was actually her family's warehouse, and there was a small window on the warehouse through which she could see the situation in the garage clearly.
“…”
As a series of clues and guesses were pieced together in his mind, Kogoro Mori's expression gradually changed.
…
The middle-aged detective, who rarely started to use his brain, first went to Inspector Megure to ask for detailed statements from the two husbands who exchanged and killed their wives, and then went for a stroll in the shopping district.
After a moment's silence, Kogoro Mori finally set off for Mrs. Sakihara's house.
"Teacher Mori?" Unlike her desperate look not long ago, Mrs. Sakihara's mental state has actually improved a lot at this moment.
She went to the kitchen to pour a drink and brought it to the guest. Noticing that the former tutor was not in the right mood, Mrs. Sakihara asked in confusion, "You just said that you had something important to talk to me about?"
Maori Kogoro sighed and said solemnly: "I am here to advise you to surrender to the police."
Mrs. Sakihara was stunned: "...What?"
Maori Kogoro looked solemn: "According to the record provided by your husband, when you were young and unmarried, your sister Miss Kanmei took your boyfriend away twice. So before you married Mr. Sakihara, you half-jokingly and half-warningly told her that if there was a third time, you would not let her go easily.
"In fact, you already knew about your sister and your husband's secret affair, and also knew about their plan to kill your wife. So you took advantage of their tricks and killed them with a borrowed knife, making them disappear from your life completely."
Mrs. Sakihara felt dazed as she listened to his reasoning.
...The sense of déjà vu of this scene is so strong.
As long as she changed the face of Mr. Maori in front of her and replaced the current living room background with the hospital tea room, everything would seem to go back in time - what happened a few hours ago actually reappeared before her eyes again, as if the plot was officially staged after a rehearsal.
...But this is neither the backstage of a drama nor the filming site of a TV series...Why does something like "rehearsal" exist in real life?
The idea was so absurd that Mrs. Sakihara broke out in a cold sweat. She looked at Maori Kogoro's mouth, listened to his almost identical reasoning, and finally couldn't help but blurt out, "...Did you discuss this?"
Maori Kogoro, who was immersed in the sad atmosphere of "students have turned bad", was stunned and didn't understand this sentence: "What do you mean?"
“…”
Mrs. Sakihara got the answer from his reaction.
——It didn't look like he had discussed this with the man in black. And Mr. Maori wouldn't joke about murder. It seemed like he got inspiration from somewhere and figured out the case, so he came straight to me.
There are many detectives who can reason, and there may be quite a few who can solve this case. But every detective has his own unique reasoning habits. However, now, the man in black, who should have nothing to do with the case, has used Mr. Maori's tone and said almost the same words as Mr. Maori...
Kogoro Mori on the opposite side continued his reasoning, and Mrs. Sakihara continued to listen in silence.
The more she listened, the more similarities between the words became impossible to ignore. This strange and counterintuitive phenomenon made Mrs. Sakihara's fingertips tremble.
The image of the man in black in her mind was also shrouded in an indescribable shadow, from the original simple "a kind-hearted person who extended a helping hand to the daughter of an old friend".
"Did the man in black fully anticipate what was happening right now, so he used his unique way to help me do a 'rehearsal' a few hours in advance?"
Mrs. Sakihara's mind was racing with thoughts: "Not only did he figure out this case, but he also completely predicted Mr. Mori's unique reaction when he was figuring out this case... Is this really something a human can do? I have occasionally paid attention to detective news over the years, but I have never heard of such a detective in Tokyo... Who is he?"
(End of this chapter)
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