Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Chapter 682 Car Killer

"The uncle's saliva was indeed attached to the tie clip. Maybe this was the message he left before he died."

Hearing what Conan said, Maori Kogoro raised his eyebrows:

"You said 'maybe'? Aren't you sure?"

Hattori responded:

"Well, although there is saliva on it, there is no sign of biting. So, either the pearls were set very loosely and easily removed, or..."

"The murderer wanted to convey some message, so he deliberately put a pearl in the victim's mouth. Is that right, Brother Xianhe?"

The brave man who was about to yawn nodded repeatedly upon hearing this:

"Ah, yes, yes."

"..."

I heard you sound sleepy!

Conan looked at Yun Xianhe, who was perfunctorily treating him as usual, with half-moon eyes, and complained in a low voice:

"Brother Xianhe, you've been in a really weird state lately."

Yun Xianhe yawned and replied lazily:

"Maybe it's because the weather is getting colder. It's time to hibernate."

"…Hibernation?"

Hey, humans don’t need to hibernate, right?

Seeing Yun Xianhe trying to make up a story to fool him again, Conan quickly turned the topic back to the case:

"In short, judging from the current situation, revenge killing is more likely. If it was just for money, then Mr. Shinichi, who had already given up his inheritance rights, would have died a tragic death."

"Indeed, his wife, Ms. Suchen, who inherited a large fortune from the wealthy brother Inufu Hengdi, is also lying in bed.

If he committed this murder in order to reduce the number of adopted children in order to get a larger share of the inheritance, then Mr. Shinichi is no longer important. "

Hearing what Conan and Hattori said, Yun Xianhe tilted his head to look out the window, and suddenly curled his lips and murmured:

"Or because he knows something?"

That’s when things get interesting.

"I remember there were eight adopted children, right?"

"Well, although they are all half-siblings, it seems that there is indeed a guy pretending to be Inufushi's child among these eight people. Let's take this opportunity to take revenge!"

"But even biological children may have resentment, after all, their father has ignored them for many years."

Xiaolan and Heye have very rich imaginations.

The two girls, with one comment each, turned this case into a battle of family affection between wealthy families.

Yun Xianhe, who was sitting next to him, shrugged his shoulders and suddenly asked a question:

"There is no legitimate heir?"

"……Why?"

After hearing this, everyone looked at Yun Xianhe.

The latter spread his hands and said:

"That Inubushi-san, don't he and his wife have any children? If there is a true nominal heir, then it doesn't matter what happens to these adopted children, right?"

Indeed, that's a good question.

If that Inubushi lady had her own children, even if she left all those people behind, there would still be differences between relatives...

"Speaking of which, Brother Xianhe, when you inherited Fuyun, it should have been pretty smooth, right?"

Conan suddenly asked, looking at the other party with some curiosity.

Maybe...if something really happened, we can use it as a reference?

"Ah, if you want reference, you may have the wrong person. After all, I am the only heir."

He was even the founder.

However, there still needs to be an unknown old uncle, after all, there is still a difference between the old brand groups and the new forces.

The latter is really easy to be remembered...

Although I am still being thought of now.

Yun Xianhe felt like laughing when he thought that somewhere in this world, there was an old guy waiting for him to die so that he could take over his property.

Longer than life?

Well - maybe we'll have to wait until the world ends.

Seeing Conan lost in thought, Yun Xianhe provided an idea:

"Perhaps you should ask Sonoko this question?"

"Hahahaha... Xianhe-kun, stop joking. Mr. Suzuki would never do such a thing."

"That's right, so we can only say that the current problems are all the debts left by the late President Inubushi himself."

Several people were unable to refute Yun Xianhe's words.

In fact, what he said was not wrong?

"Speaking of the Ministry, who are the eight adopted children who died?"

The person being asked took out his phone from his pocket and searched for the information previously saved in the memo:

“Let me see, Mr. Shinichi was disguised as committing suicide by charcoal burning;

Before that, it was Ms. Migako who passed away near the swamp. It seems that the grass near the swamp, which is not easy to burn, caught fire.

The first one was the uncle named Yingci who fell off a cliff and died. He was the one who claimed that he was chased by the fire dog.

When Xiaolan and Heye heard the last sentence, they were frightened for a moment.

Conan smiled helplessly and said to the two of them:

"If you're scared, why don't you just stay home?"

Why do you have to follow me?

"curiosity."

The brave man leaning against the window gave the answer.

Xiaolan and Heye smiled calmly:

"Haha...when you hear something scary, you want people to know the truth."

"I feel the same way, but it's still scary..."

Maori Kogoro, who was driving, complained:

"Hey, it's too late to turn back now."

I suddenly caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye.

Yun Xianhe uttered a short "ah" and reminded Maori Kogoro:

"I just saw a sign saying there's a cliff ahead."

"cliff?!"

Hearing this, Kogoro Mouri looked forward in horror.

What originally looked like a forest road suddenly had a large blank space, and a small warning sign stood in the middle of the road.

"No! Turn around! There's a cliff ahead! Stop the car!"

A woman's voice came from outside the car window.

Kogoro Mouri, who was about to step on the brakes, was startled by the other party's sudden appearance.

"Steering wheel!"

Yun Xianhe in the back seat suddenly raised his voice.

Kogoro Mouri turned subconsciously, and after a strong tilt and a harsh brake sound, the car stopped safely at the edge of the cliff.

Yun Xianhe covered his swollen forehead and made an uncomfortable "uh..." sound.

Conan, who was well protected by the other party, looked up at the other party anxiously:

"Brother Xianhe, are you okay? Did you hit anything?!"

"No... I feel a little sick... maybe it's because of the sandwich I just had..."

It's really painful to ride in this kind of car when you have a cold.

Fortunately, they did not fall off the cliff and no one was injured.

Looking at Maori Kogoro, who was slumped in the driver's seat with a pale face, Yun Xianhe complained quietly:

"Otherwise, let's let Mr. Guang drive us next time."

Whenever Uncle Maori took him out for a drive, he seemed to encounter some strange things like this.

Unexplained cliffs, flat tires, and anchors...

Conan said that once when they went out, their rented car was swept away by a flood in the mountains.

too weird!

Uncle Maori is definitely a car killer!