funbook-pk Chapter 317 A peaceful and harmonious town, where everything is as it is.
Chapter 317 A peaceful and harmonious town, where everything is as it is.
On the east coast of Florida, under the rising sun, a pair of overly affectionate parents-in-law gaze at each other, growing closer and closer, and then, amidst the earthquake, they passionately kiss.
Meanwhile, in a hot spring on the other side of the world, Haruya Kuromon stares at the neglected corgi, much like a shop assistant sitting behind a monitor in an escape room, asking about the progress:
"Conan, have you made any progress on the clues regarding Elena Miyano?"
"what?"
When suddenly asked, Conan paused for a moment, then looked up at the sky with his head resting on his hand. "No, the Noah's Ark was all very vague and unclear. I couldn't make any sense of it beyond the surface meaning."
“Besides, my dad took the screen recording and hasn’t returned it yet, so there are many vague memories that I can’t confirm…” Conan, looking both resentful and jealous, cast an expectant glance at him. “Why are you suddenly asking about this? Kuromon-kun, what have you figured out? Or has Haibara finally spoken up?”
Haruya Kuromon coldly denied, "Not yet."
Not to mention clues about Elena Miyano, Haruya Kuromon, as one of only two authoritative sources in the international black market who can provide information about the organization, can provide everything from birthdays, blood types, and locations to idol preferences and underwear sizes and shades!
The problem is, Conan can't keep up with such a huge amount of information (shrug).
Detectives need skill to gather clues, and criminals need an art to control the flow of intelligence.
Knowledge can be dangerous; knowledge can kill. If our favorite detectives die because they possess too much information they "shouldn't know," finding replacements would be a real headache.
Haruya Kuromon tapped her temple lightly: "You know, I'm not interested in mental activities like deduction. Studying micro-expressions for photography is my limit. Ai doesn't want to talk about it, and I don't want to force her."
"I think you're just too good to her." Conan looked away from his disapproving gaze, arms crossed, looking dejected. "Now that your aphasia is cured, how about we raise the level of urgency on our end a bit?"
"Hmm? Is that so?" Turning around as if sensing something, Kuromon Haruya wiped the moisture from his face, brought his nose close, and slowly widened his eyes. "Eh~ Conan, you wouldn't... be jealous, would you?"
"Who said that!" He was stubborn, but he reeked of jealousy.
Haruya Kuromon shrugged and smiled with interest: "What are you thinking? I picked you up myself, you've been different from the start! In my opinion, Miss Haibara is more like a friend's daughter, and she needs to be treated with courtesy."
"Give me back Miss Haibara..."
Conan muttered to himself, his expression practically glowing, clearly enjoying the coaxing!
He bit his lower lip lightly, took her hand, and a hint of unease flickered in his wavering eyes: "Brother Heimen, we're comrades-in-arms, right? What I want to say is, since we're fighting side by side, don't carry everything alone..."
I don't know why, but I feel like something's not right. "About Haibara, about the eerie silence on the bus just now..."
'Something's not right, that's why.'
Ding, ding.
A crisp bell rang from outside the door.
"Time's up." With a deeper smile, Kuromon Haruya rose from the water and ruffled Conan's hair. "Okay, I'll keep an eye on this."
After enjoying the hot spring suite, and listening to the girls' discussion comparing Makoto Kyogoku and Masahiko Michiwaki, the group returned together to the large suite on the west side.
"Huh, are they waiting for us?"
Inside the activity room leading to the west side, Masato Hanazawa and Hitoshi Hanazawa sat on either side of the sofa, the atmosphere somewhat stiff.
Upon seeing them arrive, Hanzawa Hitoshi quickly stood up, flashing a warm smile:
"Mr. Mori couldn't get through to you on the phone, so he asked us to pass on his message."
He caught a chill after drinking and now has a headache and needs a day to recover, so he probably can't make it. Do you want to go to the shrine as usual tomorrow, or wait for him for the day?
After discussing it, everyone decided that since the holiday was seven days long and today was only the second day, it would be good to take it easy. So they decided to have free time tomorrow and wait for Kogoro Mouri to adjust before continuing their sightseeing.
......
Aside from the murder of the woman with tea-colored hair, this still-developing seaside town is peaceful and tranquil.
A little over a decade ago, the residents here mostly relied on the mountains for their livelihood, making a living through clam fishing and agriculture/forestry. Therefore, when the tourism industry showed promising economic prospects, the town's residents paid close attention to any potential impact on tourism development.
The hotel's ambiance and price, the quality and taste of the food, and the warm and welcoming attitude towards travelers should all contribute to making them feel at home...
For investigators using the identities of travelers, it is incredibly easy to uncover the private information of those who "share the damage."
"The real person from the Fanze family? Come closer... I always felt that there was something wrong with that kid. He was incredibly withdrawn and always liked to stay in a corner by himself, staring at his peers with a gloomy gaze."
"He's not a bad person, but he's still the child of a murderer. What happened back then was terrifying. His father ended up like that; it must have been the killing that angered the gods who protect this place! I won't say anymore; it's too unlucky. May the gods protect us..."
"Sorry, it's true that Fanze and I are in the same class, but we're not that close. Hey, don't go! It's not like there's no juicy news, but I'm a bit short on cash lately and can't remember anything else..."
Hehe, thanks! There's a rumor that there's something really scary in his bedroom closet!
"Xiaoxiao? She's grown into a stunning beauty, hasn't she! It's a pity, if it weren't for the rumors surrounding her family, the line of suitors would stretch all the way to the village entrance. How about I give you some advice?"
......
A gust of wind felt like a needle pricking his brain. Kogoro Mouri winked and chewed on his tobacco, fastening his hat tightly as he returned home empty-handed after his investigation, which had been met with setbacks everywhere.
"Officer Nitian? Officer Nitian——"
The call echoed down the corridor. "Strange, where did they go?" Kogoro Mouri took off his hat, leaned against the police information desk by the entrance, and peered inside. A whiteboard, not yet on display, read:
[Summary of accidents in this town:]
Number of items / Deceased / Injured
Yesterday’s accident: 1 / 1 /0
Accidents this year: 40/2/8]
"It's a very peaceful place, isn't it?"
With a yellowed cigarette butt dangling from his lips, Officer Nitian walked in through the door, his back hunched. This time, he was wearing his police uniform, though it looked just as sloppy.
He grinned, a mocking smile spreading across his face. His dark, sunken eyes swept across the police station, and he seemed satisfied before snorting, as if to confirm that Mori hadn't taken anything.
"We're just a small town, nothing like the 'famous' Beika Town in Tokyo. Let me think how people in the industry describe it... a city of criminals! Hahaha, that's quite fitting!"
The visitor was clearly hostile, but face was a matter of mutual respect. Kogoro Mouri abandoned his usual joking manner and said, "Mr. Nida, as a former police officer in Beika Town, I cannot tolerate anyone denying the efforts of the officers in my jurisdiction."
"Hmph!" Nitian exhaled a muffled breath from his nose and strode over without comment.
Just as Kogoro Mouri assumed a fighting stance, expecting him to attack, Dooda withdrew his imposing manner, brushed past him roughly, and headed straight for the police station.
"Come on, Detective Mori! Since I'm the one who pulled some strings to get you in, let me see what you're capable of!"
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barley
Although it's a bit late, I wish all the high school students taking the college entrance exam this year the best of luck, hoping they all receive wonderful results and get into their dream universities and majors!
I, the author, offer Gin's hair as a sacrifice to teach you how to make this!