"You-" Mori Kogoro stopped talking, not knowing what to say.

In verbal exchanges, he always can't take advantage.

"But Mrs. Ninety-Nine is also for her daughter's good, how can you say that?!" At this time, Maolilan stepped forward.

She didn't mind watching her father get deflated when Maori Kogoro ignored it, but this time, in Maorilan's opinion, Mrs. Ninety-Nine and her father were not wrong at all.

"Good for her? How long are you going to lie to her? Ninety-nine Yuankang's funeral is not held? Or did you hide it from her? Don't let her go? Zhu Xing Xiushu coldly threw out one question after another.

"Because she is a child, she is not qualified to choose whether to know the truth or not, you think that it is for her good not to tell her the truth, so she can't know, and others can't tell her the truth, otherwise you are deliberately hurting her, right?" Then he scoffs and reveals the inner thoughts of the adults, even underage Moriran and Kudo Shinichi.

For her own sake, not only cover the other party's ears, blindfold the other party's eyes, but even cover other people's mouths.

But on what basis?

If these people want to deceive each other, why should they cooperate?

"If Hideki doesn't say it, how long are you going to deceive? How long can you deceive? When the time comes, will it be better for her to discover the truth herself than for Hideki to tell her the truth? Takizawa Shin also shook his head, looking like he didn't understand an adult.

"If I had been deceived, and I hadn't even seen my father's last face, and I had been deceived for a long time, I would hate everyone who lied to me." Jiang Shouhuang smiled, as if he was simply substituting himself for a sigh, and it seemed to be full of hints.

Zhuxing Xiushu didn't speak, just snorted lightly.

If you want him to say it, the word hating is too soft.

It might be more appropriate to use hate.

He turned his head to look at Aito, but saw that the other party nodded after Jiang Shouhuang's words fell.

"Indeed, if someone tricks you into not seeing the last side of Papa, you should hate that person." The white-haired young man in sunglasses spoke in a soft and illusory tone.

Even the word hate came out of his mouth and didn't threaten to do it, because he was too bland.

He looks like a loveless person who longs for love that is even constructed by lies, but he is too ignorant.

Even if you want to hate liars after being deceived, you should use the word "yes".

And if he really longs for the love constructed by lies, he will not use the word "should", and he will not hate liars.

After all, he said it himself, longing for the love of lies, how could he hate it?

The little friend is really a person full of secrets and contradictions.

But this is also very good, at least it means that the other party does not actually crave the love woven by lies, and it doesn't sound so pitiful.

When Hideki realized this, the feeling of irritability disappeared in an instant, revealing his usual smile without anger.

"This ......," Mao Lilan was stunned by the statements of Jiang Shouhuang and Takizawa Shinya.

It sounds like the two of them are right, but Mrs. Ninety-Nine is not wrong about her daughter's good practices?

Who's wrong?

Ninety-nine-seven Hui was also said to have lowered his head, but it was not because he felt that he had done something wrong, but because he felt a little helpless.

It is true that we can't keep it a secret from Venai, but ...... "a woman who has entered middle age no longer looks young, and she is a little haggard because of her husband's death."

She seemed to have a lot of helplessness to tell, but in the end she just sighed.

But even if she doesn't say it, everyone knows that she is not easy.

After the death of Ninety-Nine Yuankang, everything in the family was managed by the other party as a wife, so it was naturally not easy.

But Hideki is not interested in the difficulties of others.

It is difficult for him to empathize with those who are inferior to him, because there is no need.

Because self-confidence will never encounter the same situation as the other person.

"Instead of discussing these, it's better to talk about that Miyoshi pock, what did you do to her to make her want to kill your daughter." Hideki Zhuxing spoke in a calm tone.

As soon as the words fell, everyone was shocked.

"Mako? Want to kill Wen Nai? How could it be ......" Ninety-Nine Seven Hui felt that this news was too unbelievable and couldn't stop shaking his head.

"What evidence do you have?" Maori Kogoro asked with a serious face.

Without discussing the character and style, as well as his personal preference for silver bullets, the level of solving cases of these little imps is still okay.

"It's fun, there's no evidence." Zhu Xing Xiushu said casually.

"You can't talk nonsense without evidence, little ghost." Mori Kogoro breathed a sigh of relief at first, and then felt as if he had been tricked, and was a little dissatisfied.

Hideki didn't pay attention to the other party, but came to Conan Edogawa, who was standing in a half-height portrait of an adult, and observed the portrait as well.

This is a portrait of Ninety-Nine Yuanyasu, who wears a gold ring on all ten fingers with silk threads tied to the ring, manipulating inanimate objects - like a puppeteer.

"The police record said that in addition to Mrs. Ninety-nine, the three disciples who saw the body of Ninety-nine Yuankang were his three disciples, and the probability of choosing one of the four was ...... There is a high probability that the identity of a magician is very high. "Hideki Morishi's analysis point starts with the crowd where the body was found.

"If the murderer is a magician, it would be easy to use magic to kill people."

"One of the representative magic tricks of Ninety-Nine Yuankang is performed using invisible silk threads in this picture, right?"

"The record says that the corpse of Ninety-Nine Yuankang has a ring on its finger, but there is no silk thread......" Zhu Xing Hideki touched his chin thoughtfully.

"Isn't there a silk thread? In that case, the murderer probably didn't use this method to kill people. Edogawa Conan suddenly spoke with a relieved gesture at this time.

But what he said should have made people feel that the ring worn by the corpse was even more suspicious.

The eyes of the crowd also shifted to Edogawa Conan.

Zhuxing Xiushu was not very happy about the situation that he was robbed of the limelight, and returned to his friends.

"The murderer is Miyoshi Asako, right, do you know the evidence of her murder?" He looked at Aito, the only one who said that Sanhao Mazi had murderous intent against Ninety-Nine Wen.

"Words of evidence...... It's right on the table. Miyamoto thought for a moment and pointed to the desk in the room.

In addition to the messy stack of playing cards on the table, there is also a landline.

Zhuxing Hideki and the others immediately ran to check the landline.

The display of the landline has a long string of numbers and symbols.

12687＊32489*13548*1397

"What does that mean?" Several schoolchildren fell into deep thought.

Some kind of password?

Kikukawa Seiichiro took out his small notebook and pen and began to decipher the combined numbers.

"I feel ......," he said, his tone even more confused as he struggled to write.

"It's not quite like a commonly used encryption language." He shook his head as he looked at what had been translated and didn't make any sense.

"Show me." Conan Edogawa suddenly came over.

"Will the password left on the phone have anything to do with the phone? For example, the numbers on the buttons......" He looked at the numbers and made a guess with a look of innocent curiosity.

Zhu Xing Xiushu's expression sank, and he didn't say anything.

The innocent curiosity on Edogawa Conan's face almost couldn't be maintained.

"Well, I think what you said makes a lot of sense, is there anything else? What do you think these numbers represent? At this time, Mao Lilan smiled gently and handed a pink pen to Edogawa Conan, with a little expectation in his tone.

Edogawa Conan felt extremely uncomfortable with this sudden tenderness.

(End of chapter)