Chapter 155 The Golden House Delivered to Your Door (Additional Update…)

Seeing Douma's mysterious face and no intention of telling him the truth, Kudo Shinichi could only give up and closed his eyes helplessly: "Okay, since you don't want to say it."

When Kudo Shinichi opened his eyes again, he had already sorted out his indescribable mood caused by his sudden exposure, and became the smart and courageous high school detective again, devoting himself to the ongoing case.

Although it may seem a bit embarrassing to let an elementary school student take charge of the situation, it is a very different matter if the student's true identity is a little-known high school detective, not to mention that Kudo Shinichi has the support of the highly respected Douma.

As a result, a scene that seemed very absurd to outsiders happened. A room full of noble gentlemen, ladies and policemen quietly surrounded a barely one-meter-tall elementary school student and listened carefully to his reasoning.

"Mr. Karasuma, according to what you just said, you had no motive to kill your nephew Karasuma Shoma. Can you explain this?" Kudo Shinichi raised his gloved right hand in front of everyone.

A suspicious little bottle, bare and without any label, suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

The questioned old man, Karasuma, seemed to have poor eyesight. He slowly moved closer to take a look, then shook his head in confusion: "I have never seen this bottle before, and I don't know what is in it."

Seeing that Karasuma was playing dumb, Kudo Shinichi was not in a hurry. He still had a confident smile on his face and threw out a fact he had just investigated: "But this was given to the cleaner of this hotel by your assistant. It contains chemicals that can corrode metals. The crystal lamp that almost killed Karasuma Shoma just now fell suddenly because its metal frame was corroded by external forces."

As soon as these words were spoken, the way people around looked at Master Karasuma immediately changed. The whispers gathered together, making the whole hall look messy.

"Hiss, it can't be really him, right? I believed everything he said just now."

"That's possible. The Karasuma family has been fighting like roosters lately. Who knows?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's true that money can move people's hearts."

"It's going to be fun."

One after another, questioning voices as sharp as swords rushed towards Master Karasuma, but Master Karasuma still looked calm and composed, and was so righteous that he did not reveal the slightest flaw.

Kudo Shinichi couldn't help but frown slightly when he saw this, thinking that things might not be so easy to solve. This old man Karasuma might have already prepared a back-up plan.

As expected, just as Kudo Shinichi worried, Karasuma remained as calm as a mountain, and the assistant who was just named by Kudo Shinichi knelt down in front of Karasuma, and admitted his fault with tears streaming down his face: "I'm sorry, sir, it's all my fault. I was blinded by the devil and accepted the benefits that others gave me, which led to you falling into the misunderstanding of others. I am really ashamed of your kindness in cultivating me over the years."

The sudden reversal of the plot caused the people around to fall into a more heated discussion. According to the assistant, although he was in charge of the matter, the mastermind behind the scenes was not his employer, but someone else.

Hanasaka Ryoka, who had originally withdrawn from the center of this incident, stood there in a daze. She seemed to remember something and her face turned pale. She was no longer as calm and composed as before like a young lady. She pushed away the person in front of her in a rather angry manner, stepped on the high heels that looked very painful, and walked towards the assistant who was kneeling on the ground and crying bitterly.

Such an abrupt action successfully attracted the attention of everyone present. Then they saw that Hanasaka Ryoka, who had been cleared of suspicion, rushed to the assistant who was confessing his guilt and interrupted him anxiously, "Wait, the benefit you are talking about, is it the money I transferred to you not long ago?"

The assistant who was kneeling on the ground raised a face that was stained with tears and snot, and then nodded and admitted without hesitation in front of everyone: "Ms. Ryoka, you want to completely get rid of Master Shoma and live with Miss Mayumi. I can understand this, but why did you frame the old man to take the blame for you? This is the only thing I can't hide for you."

"You are deliberately framing me." After swearing a lot, Hanasaka Ryoka wanted to throw the heavy bag in her hand at the assistant's face, but Niimura Mayumi, who had been following her closely, held her arm tightly and refused to let go: "Ryoka, don't do this. It will be even harder to explain after you hit me."

Kudo Shinichi looked at the farce in front of him, half lowered his head, the lens reflected a white light at a certain angle, and the corners of his mouth raised a hint of understanding: "So that's how it is, no wonder you are so fearless."

Mr. Karasuma was standing next to Kudo Shinichi, so he could naturally hear everything Kudo Shinichi was talking to himself.

But Karasuma pretended to be hard of hearing and picked his ears. He bent his back to the crowd and gave a sly and contemptuous smile to the child-like Kudo Shinichi. He said in a gentle voice that others could hear: "Little boy, what are you talking about? Old people are useless. Grandpa didn't hear you clearly just now."

Since he dared to do this, it was of course because he had arranged everything in advance. His assistant would put all the blame on Hanasaka Ryoka, the stupid girl who dared to go against the secular concepts, and he had been clean and innocent from beginning to end, without any dirt on his body.

The only thing that made old man Karasuma feel regretful was that the silly boy Xiangzhen had such good luck tonight that he let the opponent escape even though it was a situation where he was clearly going to die. It would not be so easy to attack him again in the future.

Just as Karasuma-san expected, people's trust in the assistant's testimony was surprisingly high.

After all, on one side is the highly respected Mr. Karasuma, and on the other side is the rebellious Ryoka Hanasaka who is in love with the same sex and is in defiance of the world. The secular prejudice alone is enough to make Ryoka Hanasaka drink a pot of wine.

With the help of the tinted glasses, Hanasaka Ryoka was almost nailed to the pillar of shame as a murderer. Fortunately, Kudo Shinichi was knowledgeable and had seen all kinds of criminal suspects. He was not blinded by worldly prejudices and his sharp eyes were always fixed on Karasuma master.

A spiritual game begins, and it all depends on who will come out victorious in the end.

Kudo Shinichi, who has the halo of the protagonist, naturally would not be the loser. He quickly deduced from the assistant's dress that the assistant was already married and loved his wife and daughter very much, which was obviously the assistant's biggest flaw.

Kudo Shinichi seized the assistant's weakness and began to attack fiercely: "Mr. Assistant, do you really want to be a false witness for your employer? If you go to jail, your wife and daughter will be very sad."

When the assistant heard someone mention his wife and daughter, he was stunned for a moment, but quickly returned to normal. However, the momentary stiffness could not be hidden from the discerning people present.

It was obvious that the assistant was lying.

But even if he saw through the assistant's perjury, he couldn't prove Hanasaka Ryoka's innocence, because the bank's payment records were clearly there, and the assistant insisted that this was a bribe that Hanasaka Ryoka bribed him to take action against Karasuma Shoma.

Logically speaking, Hanasaka Ryoka shouldn't have had any private financial dealings with her assistant, and the matter came to a standstill.

Just when Kudo Shinichi was about to use words to make the assistant give in, Douma, who had been watching for a long time, became a little impatient. He flicked his fingertips irritably, and his long light blue nails reflected a frightening cold light under the light.

When I watched anime in the past, each episode was only 24 minutes long, and a case would be concluded very quickly, but in reality, it is not the case.

Although Douma relied on the three-choice method of science to find the real murderer, he had to stay here and wait for Kudo Shinichi to break through the psychological defenses of the murderer and his accomplices before the case could be completely closed.

This slow (crossed out) and law-abiding style of doing things makes Douma, who is accustomed to Yokohama's simple and rough style of doing things, very uncomfortable.

Alas, he is no longer the law-abiding citizen he once was. Douma sighed in his heart for only a second, then he put away his inappropriate sentimentality, walked to the assistant who insisted on giving false testimony, bent down and whispered in his ear: "Are you really not going to tell the truth? You don't want your beloved family to have any bad accidents, do you?"

The assistant, who was immersed in the script prepared by his employer, suddenly raised his head and looked in disbelief at Douma, who was smiling gently at him. He was so dumbfounded that he couldn't utter a word.

The assistant was confused for a moment because the gentle smile on Douma's face and the cold words he said were too disparate. Judging from his previous performance, this Douma was not the kind of person who could say such cruel words.

The assistant, who was feeling lucky, met Douma's eyes. In just a moment, he seemed to sink into the cold seabed. His colorful gradient eyes, which did not contain any emotion, hung high in the sky, replacing the moon. It was beautiful, but also so terrifying.

The assistant only felt that his whole body was cold, his whole body was trembling, his mouth was wide open but he couldn't breathe, and his whole body fell into a nightmare-like hallucination.

The assistant's crazy behavior made everyone scream in surprise, but Douma straightened up as if nothing had happened, and calmly put away the murderous intent that was deliberately focused on the assistant.

No longer oppressed by the terrifying aura, the assistant was finally able to breathe, and the hallucination just now disappeared as well. However, the feeling of terror that penetrated deep into his bones could not be shaken off.

He no longer dared to harbor the complacency that Douma was only trying to scare him, fearing that he would actually harm his wife and children. The assistant told everyone everything about Master Karasuma's plan.

"You actually betrayed me!" This time it was Master Karasuma's turn to swear. The assistant was an orphan he had picked out from an orphanage to support since he was a child. He knew the assistant's personality very well, but he never expected that the assistant would betray him today.

A case that should have been very difficult ended in such a trifling way, and Karasuma-san was taken away by the police as a suspect of attempted murder.

Kudo Shinichi was very troubled when he heard Douma threatening the assistant because he was close to him. In the end, his unsettled sense of justice made him unable to hold back. When Douma was about to leave, he called out to him, "Are you serious about what you just said? If the assistant doesn't let go, will you really do something to his innocent wife and daughter?"

"Of course." Douma smiled harmlessly, his eyes curved into beautiful crescent shapes, but the words that came out of his mouth were so cold.

This made Kudo Shinichi, who was facing Douma, shiver uncontrollably. He clenched his small fists tightly, as if he was ready to fight Douma to the death at any time.

Kudo Shinichi's look of swearing to protect innocent people at all costs made Douma, who was deliberately trying to scare people, laugh. He stretched out the Rokusan Claw, ignored Kudo Shinichi's resistance, and as the other party gradually became disappointed, he ruffled Kudo Shinichi's unique hair.

"I lied to you. How could I do such a thing? You think I'm too scary." Douma explained while destroying Kudo Shinichi's short hair: "If I didn't do that, you would have to spend a lot of energy to make the assistant tell the truth. Why take a detour instead of taking a shortcut when you can just scare him?"

Kudo Shinichi struggled to free his hair with his now small body, then looked up at Douma with a serious face and the expression of a child pretending to be an adult: "Because the long way is the right way, and the shortcut is not. You should understand this principle."

Douma certainly understood what Kudo Shinichi was hinting at, but he blinked nonchalantly, and with one hand he suppressed the Shinigami elementary school student who wanted to convince him with words, and replied nonchalantly: "Sorry, I prefer to take shortcuts. As long as the destination is correct, it's fine, right?"

Kudo Shinichi wanted to continue talking after hearing this, but Douma pushed him hard from behind, causing him to stumble into a familiar embrace. The faint fragrance he had smelled since he was a child made him guess who it was without even looking up: "Xiaolan."

While Kudo Shinichi was deep in the bushi, Douma waved his hand and turned to leave. When he passed by Furuya Rei, he happened to hear the part-time job emperor he had coveted for a long time muttering to himself: "As long as the destination is correct, it's okay... right?"

As soon as Douma heard the hesitant tone of Furiya Rei, he was no longer sleepy.

Unable to move a step, Douma stared at Furuya Rei with shining eyes and extended an olive branch without any reservation: "So, Furuya-kun, do you want to try our port mafia? The means are not important. What is important is that we have the same goal. Compared with the government departments that are tied up, our port mafia is still very competitive, right?"

Facing the friendly hand extended by His Excellency the Transcendent One, Fūya Rei couldn't refuse it too coldly, so he could only shake it gently out of politeness.

Of course, it is impossible to accept it. Although he feels angry and disappointed about the private agreement reached between Chief Sato and the Special Powers Division, the righteous Furutani Rei does not intend to deviate from the right track and embark on the crooked path of no return.

"I'm sorry, I still prefer to stay in the Public Security Bureau. Thank you for your appreciation, but I will not join the Port Mafia. I hope you can forgive me." Furiya Rei smiled and shook his head to refuse.

"It doesn't matter. Everyone has their own aspirations. I understand." The unorthodox Douma was not upset about being rejected. He had just planned to give it a try anyway. It wouldn't hurt to give it a try. What if it worked?

After all, he was the iron-willed Fōya Rei in "Detective Conan", so Douma didn't have high hopes, so he was not too disappointed after the invitation failed.

On the contrary, Gin, who was following Douma quietly, frowned in displeasure, staring at Bourbon, who was as ignorant as ever, as if he was secretly planning to cut him into pieces. When their eyes met, there was another flash of swords and sabers.

In just half a day, Douma had already gotten used to the conflict between Gin and Furuya Rei. He adapted well and ignored the eye contact between the two. He turned his head and said, "Gin, let's go."

"Yes, boss." Gin retracted his gaze and nodded slightly in response.

The two walked out of the venue one after the other. Douma shook his head and sighed, "What a pity, we didn't get the Mansion of Dusk. We can only wait until the next auction."

"Wait... wait a minute." Karasuma Shoma quickly caught up with him from behind, rubbing his hands nervously and asking, "Sir, are you here tonight to take pictures of the Dusk Pavilion?"

When Douma nodded in acknowledgement, Karasuma Shouma said hurriedly: "It is just a dusk mansion. Since you want it, I am willing to offer it to you with both hands. I only hope that you can take care of it in your spare time."

Douma: Wu Hu, a golden house is delivered to your door. You are worthy of being a super spendthrift.