"Everything is OK." Yamamura Sho did not give up. What he said before was quite general, and this time he gave an example.

"For example, Mr. Yanfu or Mr. Kuanren have you ever had any conflicts with others?"

"Are you also seeing suspicious figures around the house?"

"Or have you heard any strange sounds or something?"

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After hearing these questions, Akihiro Kanto thought about it before answering:

"My father is older and doesn't go out much. And the reason why he moved here is that he doesn't like to contact outsiders..."

"My current job is to teach others to play tennis in a nearby tennis court. Because there is no place to play here, I go home after get off work..."

"That's because you haven't had any conflicts with others?" Yamamura Cao took out the notebook and pen from his pocket and crossed out the words "outsiders commit crimes" on the notebook.

"It shouldn't be." Akashi Kuanren nodded and said, "I haven't left the living room apart from going up to deliver food."

"I didn't see any suspicious figures, nor did I hear any strange sounds."

He did not see any suspicious figures or hear any strange sounds, but someone heard them.

And there are more than one.

"If you say so..." Xiaolan thought seriously.

"What's wrong with that?" Yamamura Shoto couldn't ask anything, but this sentence gave him hope, so his voice unconsciously increased a little.

"That..." Xiaolan recalled the sound she heard at that time and replied, "I heard some strange sounds when I went to that room to collect tableware for the first time."

"What kind of sound?" Yamamura Cao asked.

"Um...um...um..." Xiaolan imitated the sound she heard at that time, and then said, "It seems like this sound is crying."

"Cry..." Yamamura Cao frowned slightly.

"I think it must be because of him who decided to commit suicide, so he cried." Yuanzi thought about the scene, sighed, and guessed.

"Can you be sure?" Shanmura Cao recorded this important information in his notebook and asked again.

"Because I was worried about disturbing the people in the room at that time, I didn't go in." Xiaolan shook her head and explained.

"I'm not sure if I'm crying, I just feel a little like it."

"I understand." Yamamura Cao nodded.

"Guangyou also heard that sound at that time." Xiaolan suddenly remembered that she had met Guangyou at the entrance of the stairs and added another sentence.

"Oh?" Yamamura Cao raised his head, moved his gaze from the notebook to Kusuo who was sitting at the table, and asked.

"Is that true?"

Recalling the sound, Guangyou nodded and said:

"I did hear the 'um...um' sound, but I'm not sure if the people inside were crying."

"I understand." After confirming that this sound was indeed true, Cao Yamamura asked a few more questions.

At the same time, that strange feeling surged from the depths of Guangyou's heart again.

Recalling the "hmm" sound, Guangyou frowned and thought carefully about where the strange feeling in his heart came from.

"The sound sounds a bit boring..."

"It doesn't seem to be sent from the nose, it looks like it's from the mouth..."

"It made a sound of a dull sound from your mouth..."

"It's not like crying, but thinking..."

Suddenly, a picture appeared in Guangyou's mind:

A man was tied with a rope and hung his hands in the air. His mouth was stuffed with something and could not ask for help. He could only make a sound similar to "Mmmmm".

This scene was made up by himself, not seen with his own eyes.

But when I think of this picture, Guangyou felt that the questions in his heart were answered, and it was likely that the correct answer was the answer.

"I always feel that this sound doesn't seem to be crying..." Conan pinched his chin with his uninjured hand, frowned, and said in a deep voice.

"It seems like someone was covering his mouth..." Guangyou took over the conversation and added.

After the two of them finished speaking, they looked at each other tacitly, and Guangyou glanced at the direction of the living room door, and Conan nodded with understanding.

"By the way, Yamamura Police Officer!" In order to confirm what he was thinking, Conan forgot his still painful throat for a moment, he asked loudly in a hoarse voice.

"Is there anything else that fell into that room?"

After saying that, Conan couldn't help but cough.

Coughed very badly.

"..." Guangyou glanced at Conan who was coughing.

What can he say?

When I saw the case progress, I forgot even my throat was not good.

He had reminded him twice before.

Is it enough to tell him and ask him to ask?

He didn't know how to ask.

Then, as if he had foresaw what might happen in a while, he whispered to Conan and said:

"Hey, Conan, no matter what you hear later, don't hurry to go to the cafeteria to grab food. Go slowly and don't make some people suspicious."

Some of the people he mentioned refer to Akashi Kurato.

Although he spoke very quietly, in order to avoid the fact that Akashi Hiroshi's hearing is good, what happened to be heard.

He still uses "someone" instead.

Since Conan is busy coughing now, he did not respond, but Mitsuyu thought Conan should have heard it.

But it may not be possible.

Whenever a case occurs, or a case has made critical progress, such as a reasoning of a certain clue.

Then Conan would be like rushing to the cafeteria to grab the meal, fearing that the good food would be beaten away, and would just run to the destination without caring about anything.

"Conan!" Xiaolan ran to Conan with a worried look on her face, patted Conan's back gently with her hands, and said carelessly.

"You have a sore throat now, how can you speak? And you're talking so loudly."

With Xiaolan's help, Conan's cough healed a lot.

"It's true." Yamamura nodded honestly and said, "We also found a handkerchief on the floor."

"There is still a little curry on the handkerchief."

"I think it was probably what he used to wipe his mouth when he was eating curry rice."

Hearing this, Guangyou picked up the tea cup in front of him, drank all the tea in the cup in one gulp, and then said to Xiao Ai:

"Let's go up and take a look."

"Yeah." Xiao Ai nodded and stood up with Guangyou.

"Sister Xiaolan, I'll go out with Xiao Ai. I've been sitting here for too long and want to go out for some breath." Guangyou quickly found a reason to go out.

"Then don't go too far, it's too late now." Xiaolan nodded and said to the two of them with concern.

"Yeah." Guangyou responded and took Xiao Ai's hand and walked out of the living room, heading straight to the crime scene on the second floor.

At this time, Conan, who had finally recovered from the living room, had no longer coughing, his eyes widened slightly, and his thoughts flew in his mind.

"Can you say that the truth of this case is that!"

"If that's true, then I should be able to find something like that there!"

"Yes, if I wasn't wrong, the truth is definitely that way!"

"Just find that thing there, you can prove it!"

Thinking of this, Conan stopped talking nonsense and turned to look at the seat where Kusuo was originally sitting.

Seeing that there was not a single figure there, Conan was obviously stunned.

All his thoughts were in the words that Shancun Cao said, and just now he was thinking about going to the crime scene to take a look.

For a moment, I forgot that Guangyou had already left the living room.

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Chapter completed!