Chapter 2459 2471 [Passing by Uzo] Asking for monthly ticket (づど)
Mrs. Sakihara realized belatedly that she seemed to be on a pirate ship. Moreover, it was an extremely mysterious and strange ship that she could not see through at all.
"I thought today's events would be a turning point in my life, opening up a completely new life for me that is completely different from the past..." Mrs. Sakihara looked bewildered. "But now it seems that it has been opened, but this life... isn't it a little too new?"
Even though there was no evidence at the moment, the strange incident that had just happened gave this perceptive law student a vague idea of his future.
Mrs. Sakihara fell into a new round of troubles.
Beside her, Conan looked at her with a frown.
Conan: "..." As a detective who has come into contact with countless criminals and uncovered countless conspiracies, he is very familiar with this kind of reaction when his psychological defenses are broken. But for some reason, looking at Mrs. Sakihara at this time, he always feels that something seems to be wrong.
"Rather than being surprised at being exposed, what surprised her was more like Uncle Mori who made these inferences?" Conan observed the woman in front of him carefully and muttered to himself, "And she actually started to lose focus, as if she was uncontrollably thinking of something that shocked her through Uncle Mori's words..." This reaction seemed more and more wrong. What was going on?
"Xiaohui." In the strange and indescribable atmosphere, Maori Kogoro finally finished his reasoning. He looked at his former student in front of him and said sadly, "Turn yourself in. I am also responsible for what happened - before teaching you knowledge, I should have taught you to respect life first."
The words this time were completely different from what the man in black had said before.
It was as if two overlapping and twisted pieces of time were silently torn apart, and the indescribable sense of déjà vu finally disappeared. Mrs. Sakihara's eyelashes trembled and she raised her head.
She paused for a moment and slowly leaned back on the sofa: "I used to respect life, but in the end it seems that no one respects me. If, I mean if, it was me sitting in the car at that time..."
Halfway through her words, looking at Kogoro Mori's expression, Mrs. Sakihara sighed and said no more.
She sorted out her expression and said apologetically, "Sorry, I'm not sure what you were talking about just now."
Maori Kogoro: “You…!”
Mrs. Sakihara put the cup of water on the coffee table and lowered her eyes. "The previous explosion scared me. I was a little dazed today, so I remembered some things wrongly. I suddenly remembered that I had seen Mr. Takahashi who installed the bomb not only in the supermarket last week. I also saw him in a commercial street in Shinjuku before.
"Maybe his appearance is very distinctive, and those eyes are deeply imprinted in my subconscious, so when I described his appearance to the police officer, I was able to recount his general appearance."
Conan looked at her seemingly flustered but actually calm appearance, and his heart skipped a beat. He felt that his bad premonition had come true.
This rebuttal was flawless - even if they really checked Takahashi Hiromasa's whereabouts, they would only find that he had appeared in that commercial street. Because in order to confirm the whereabouts of each other's wives, the two husbands had provided each other with the locations to follow, and all their exchanges were actually heard by Mrs. Sakihara.
That commercial street would not be completely covered by surveillance. Even if Takahashi Hiromasa wore sunglasses to conceal his appearance when he followed Mrs. Sakihara, he would not be able to prove that he never took off the sunglasses during the entire process - and he himself was deeply involved in the car bombing case. Even if he insisted that he had never exposed his eyes, his testimony might not be accepted.
"Perhaps she was distracted just now because she was thinking about how to defend herself?" Conan touched his chin and quickly denied his guess. "No, she was distracted long before Uncle Maori mentioned the portrait as evidence. After she came to her senses, she directly said that excuse, as if she had thought about how to deal with this kind of questioning in advance... Wait, 'in advance'?!"
A thought flashed through Conan's mind: Could it be that someone had predicted this situation and told Mrs. Sakihara about it in advance?
"Although it's possible that Mrs. Sakihara realized her mistake and tried to remedy it... But this assumption can't explain her strange reaction when she heard Uncle Mori's reasoning just now - her expression was as if she had seen a ghost. Something extremely rare must have happened, which caused even someone like her to almost lose control of her expression."
Conan's thoughts raced as he put himself into Mrs. Sakihara's perspective, trying to recreate the scene at that time, but he had no idea what to do.
Kogoro Mouri also had a bewildered look on his face: he didn't expect that his advice would be so easily blocked.
Then what?
What to do then?
There was no evidence, and the other party refused to listen to his persuasion... The middle-aged detective rarely encountered such a situation. After sitting in the living room of Mrs. Sakihara's house for a while, Maori Kogoro scratched his head, stood up, and left with his two children, feeling very depressed.
As soon as he walked out the door, Conan quietly slipped back.
"Sister Sakihara, did anything strange happen to you before we showed up?" He looked up at the abnormal suspect in front of him, trying to put on the curious look that a child should have, "Can you tell me in secret? I promise not to tell Uncle Maori."
Mrs. Sakihara came to her senses and looked down at the innocent-looking elementary school student in front of her.
She knew in her heart that she shouldn't tell anyone about what happened just now, but perhaps it was too unbelievable, or perhaps it was too hard to refuse the cute child's question, so she murmured, "Nothing, I just encountered... a rehearsal."
"Rehearsal..." Conan pondered the word for a moment, then suddenly remembered something and raised his voice uncontrollably, "Rehearsal?!"
A sentence he had heard before suddenly popped up from the depths of his memory: An actor who escapes from the stage has no value in existence.
——This sentence was first said by the woman in black who sent him and Huiyuan Ai passports. Later, he relayed this sentence to Okiya Subaru, and successfully gained a strange graduate student whose soul flew away.
From then on, Conan became highly alert to the word "stage" and any words related to it. He couldn't help but ask, "Who did you see? What did that person look like? What were his characteristics?!"
Mrs. Sakihara came to her senses and suddenly realized that she had said something she shouldn't have said.
She smiled gently and calmly passed on the topic: "There is no specific person. I just happened to meet a drama troupe that was out collecting folk songs. If you are interested in these, you can ask Mr. Maori to take you to visit theaters in Tokyo."
(End of this chapter)
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