20demayo Chapter 190 My grandson is my granddaughter
Chapter 190 My grandson is my granddaughter
Chapter 189 Grandson? That's my granddaughter.
"How is the deceased... no, how is that Mr. Shinaka doing now?"
Inspector Megure arranged for a large group of people to enter the Hell exhibit and start taking photos, while he stood outside and asked Wang Changsheng and Uncle Mori a few questions.
Because there were deaths every time he went out on a mission, he got used to calling the victims by their names. However, he quickly realized that this was wrong and immediately changed his address.
"I can't tell what kind of injury he suffered. There are no obvious external wounds, but he has become mute, his whole body is limp, and he can hardly move." Uncle Mori honestly described what he saw.
Inspector Megure listened to Uncle Mori's account without interrupting him. He waited until Uncle Mori had given a general overview of the situation before turning back, as if waiting for something to happen.
"Inspector Megure, what are you looking at? Have you notified the boss's family?" Since the boss, Manaka, didn't actually die on the spot, Conan wasn't very interested in the incident.
Moreover, he was among the first to discover Mr. Manaka. While Uncle Mori was still trying to get something out of Mr. Manaka, who was slumped on the ground and unable to speak, he had already thoroughly observed the entire environment of the Hell Exhibition Hall.
Since it's not a murder case, there's no need for this famous detective to get involved; it would be better to leave it to the police to solve.
After all, we can't always let these private detectives steal the spotlight from the police.
If the case involves murder, and the circumstances and severity are extremely serious, then if the case is not solved quickly, the murderer may very well escape justice. In that case, Conan feels he can still try his best.
Of course, most importantly, he already had some ideas about the case and there was no need to go to the scene to investigate.
In addition, the entire environment at the scene was very strange, with no signs of a struggle at all, and even Conan himself did not find anything.
Even if the police search several more times, they will probably find it difficult to find any important clues.
This is his confidence as a high school... elementary school detective!
Instead of wasting time at the scene, it's better to pay more attention to the victim's social relationships.
"Not yet." Hearing Conan's question, Inspector Megure shook his head: "I haven't seen anything, it's just a bit strange."
"Strange?" Conan was also puzzled by Inspector Megure's words and asked, "What do you find strange?"
Inspector Megure adjusted his hat, then stroked his round chin, his tone tinged with confusion: "We've been here for quite a while, why hasn't the ambulance arrived yet?"
"ambulance?"
Upon hearing this, everyone present was stunned.
"Yes, an ambulance." Inspector Megure nodded matter-of-factly. "You guys didn't just call the police and forget to call an ambulance, did you?"
Conan, Wang Changsheng, and the others all looked at Inspector Megure with strange expressions.
After a pause, Wang Changsheng still said, "Um, officer, shouldn't the ambulance be dispatched with your police force?"
"Huh?" Inspector Megure's eyes widened. "How could an ambulance be dispatched with our police force? I just happened to be leading a team on a mission nearby. I got the call and rushed over. How could I possibly have come with the ambulance?"
Inspector Megure's words caused the people present to exchange glances, each noticing the blankness in the other's eyes.
Seeing that they all seemed frozen in place, Inspector Megure frowned: "You really didn't call an ambulance?"
"that……"
Ran scratched her head. Unlike Sakura's ahoge, the pointed horn on her head didn't sway; instead, it remained motionless, as if it had been solidified with hairspray.
"When I called the police, I told the operator there were injured people here. I thought he would call an ambulance to come along..."
Everyone: "..."
Standing next to Wang Changsheng, Xiaoying, looking rather dazed, leaned closer to his ear and whispered, "Does that mean that Boss Zhenzhong is still lying on the ground?"
Wang Changsheng glanced at the door of the Hell Exhibition Hall.
He didn't even need to go inside to see what the scene was like; it immediately popped into his mind.
A group of people in police uniforms took photos and collected evidence everywhere, and even drew a white line around the owner of the shop.
People were busy, but they didn't care at all about the life or death of Mr. Manaka, who was unable to speak, lay on the ground like a lump of mud, and even moving a finger was extremely difficult.
Wang Changsheng: "..."
Although Wang Changsheng also felt that the boss of Zhenzhong was not a good person, this was still a bit too tragic, wasn't it?
What is the fat boss's mood and state of mind as he lies on the ground?
Tsk tsk tsk~
Wang Changsheng stood there and observed two seconds of silence for the boss of Zhenzhong.
Inspector Megure, utterly exasperated, called an ambulance again.
The person wasn't dead initially, but after such a long delay, it's now uncertain whether they'll survive being sent to the hospital...
After Inspector Megure finished making the call for an ambulance, Director Ochiai was brought over by a police officer.
"Are you the director of this art museum?" Inspector Megure looked at Director Ochiai with a sharp gaze.
"That's right." After Director Ochiai left with his grandson, he didn't know what he did. Now, he seemed to have returned to normal, without the tension and fear that Wang Changsheng had shown when he saw him.
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He calmly and composedly accepted Inspector Megure's scrutinizing gaze.
Wang Changsheng noticed that Ochiai Yu was not there.
The police did not bring him over.
This suggests that Director Ochiai may have taken advantage of the brief moment to send his grandson away.
Wang Changsheng noticed this, but he didn't say anything.
Sakura, who was beside him, hadn't thought of this, but Tomoyo did notice it. However, seeing that Wang Changsheng didn't speak, she naturally didn't say anything more.
Unbeknownst to them, Wang Changsheng had taken over as the leader of their three-person team.
Just because the three of them didn't speak doesn't mean that the others wouldn't speak either.
Conan also noticed that the little boy Wang Changsheng had mentioned wasn't beside Curator Ochiai. He moved closer to Curator Ochiai, looked up at the old man, and innocently said, "Oh dear~".
Wang Changsheng: "..."
What on earth is this guy babbling about?
I really want to slap him...
Wang Changsheng secretly rolled his eyes, feeling a bit itchy in his hands.
What can relieve an itch? Only a dog's head~
"Grandpa Curator." Conan tugged at Curator Ochiai's trouser leg.
The seemingly kind-faced Director Ochiai saw the adorable child approach him and address him like a junior member of the family. He couldn't help but give Conan a warm smile and pat his head. "Little friend, what can I do for you?"
"I heard from Brother Wang that you have a grandson, Grandpa Curator. Is he older than me? Where is he? I'd like to compare our heights!" Conan made up an excuse.
It seems absurd, but for a little kid, this excuse works just right.
It's perfectly normal for boys to compare their heights.
"What? My grandson?"
However, Director Ochiai froze on the spot after hearing Conan's words.
"When did I have a grandson?"
Conan: "?"
Conan's expression also froze, and then he glanced at Wang Changsheng without leaving a trace.
What does this mean now?
Is the old curator denying that he has a grandson?
That's probably impossible.
This kind of thing can be easily found out with a simple investigation; there's no need to lie here.
So, does that mean that little brat Wang Changsheng is lying?
Sure enough, they're acting suspiciously here; they must have something special to do!
I knew it! The school bus had already left, but they were still staying here, claiming they were just taking a stroll with Xiaolan.
Ha ha.
Ghost letter!
If Wang Changsheng said he stayed behind to punch himself a few more times, Conan might choose to believe him.
In the short time it took Director Ochiai to be distracted, a storm had already swept through Conan's mind.
He was convinced that Wang Changsheng and the other members of these powerful families were staying here because they had some unspeakable secret.
Perhaps it's related to the haunted museum incident.
It must be said that his guess was very bold.
After all, no one would expect a few children to get involved in anything.
However, Conan himself has gone from a high school student to a child, so his vigilance towards everything and his capacity for imagination are far greater than others.
On their side, a large family means having money, power, and influence.
People, organizations, and even families who possess these three things will more or less be involved in some gray areas.
This was almost inevitable.
If we follow his logic, then perhaps he could use the power of Wang Changsheng and the others to secretly investigate the identity of the black-clad man who had shrunk him last time.
However, this matter is very sensitive, and Conan would never casually tell Wang Changsheng and the others about it.
Even if she wanted to use his power to find out the identity of the man in black, she would only do so in secret, at most by subtly inquiring about the information that Wang Changsheng might have among a few major families and powerful forces.
Conan felt that it might be more useful to ask Sonoko about this, since the Suzuki family is a very powerful force.
Sonoko is just a very carefree girl, and she almost never asks about things at home.
"Sigh, forget it, I'll just investigate it myself. If I can avoid involving others in this kind of thing, I'll avoid involving them." Conan sighed inwardly, then looked up at Wang Changsheng and said, "Brother Wang, didn't you just say you met Director Ochiai's grandson? But judging from what Director Ochiai said, it seems like he doesn't have a grandson."
Conan narrowed his eyes, staring at Wang Changsheng with the air of a little adult. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was a police officer interrogating a suspect.
"Oh, you're asking about Yu?" Upon hearing Conan's words, Director Ochiai realized what was going on and burst into laughter.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Conan: "..."
Why did you suddenly start laughing?
Director Ochiai was so amused that he couldn't stop laughing, and it took him a while to calm down.
"How could Xiaoyou be a boy?" Director Ochiai patted Conan's head, then turned to look at Wang Changsheng, Sakura, and the other two. "That's my granddaughter, not my grandson."
"Huh?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Changsheng and the other two, who had also found it strange, finally realized what was going on.
"No wonder I thought that child was so cute and pretty, it turns out she's a girl!" Sakura blinked blankly.
Tomoyo nodded slightly in agreement.
"Ochiai Yu... Yu-chan..." After learning that the child was not a boy but a girl, Wang Changsheng felt a sense of familiarity.
However, he couldn't figure out for a long time where this sense of familiarity came from.
In the end, they had no choice but to give up.
Director Ochiai continued, "Because my museum hasn't been open for very long, my granddaughter wanted to come and see me today. She just got home."
At this point, Director Ochiai glanced at Wang Changsheng and his group, then turned his gaze to Inspector Megure: "Yu is just a child. There's no need to involve a child in the case, is there?"
What he meant was that he was telling the police there was no need to investigate his granddaughter, and he didn't want her to suffer any psychological trauma.
At the same time, he also seemed to blame the police for bringing so many innocent and naive children together.
Oh, God.
Look at this innocent child, with a red bow tie around his neck, he's so adorable.
Wearing shorts like that, don't you get cold?
Conan had no idea how Director Ochiai viewed him.
Hearing his words, Conan narrowed his eyes and continued in an innocent tone, "Oh? Grandpa Curator, do you know what case happened?"
"Huh?" Director Ochiai was taken aback.
Wang Changsheng keenly noticed the fleeting stiffness in his body caused by tension.
Conan obviously noticed it too.
Some of his suspicions leaned more towards that of the old curator.
"Of course I don't know what kind of case it is, but with so many police officers mobilized, it must be something big, right? Kid, why are you asking this?" Director Ochiai was a shrewd old man, and the tension he felt from Conan's casual question vanished in the blink of an eye. He relaxed and continued to stroke Conan's head.
Huh?
Why do I feel like there are two large, barely visible lumps?
Director Ochiai felt a strange sensation coming from his palm and couldn't help but wonder. His fingers instinctively touched the two large bags and squeezed them hard a couple of times.
"Awoo!"
Conan gasped, quickly took two steps back, and moved away from Director Ochiai's side.
He covered his head with his two little hands again.
I'm so angry!
Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
Conan winced in pain, his eyes blazing with fury.
"Oh? I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
At this moment, Director Ochiai realized that what he had just touched was probably Conan's... wound?
He quickly bowed and apologized to the child.