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Chapter 952 Conan Lost His Voice

"Hey!"

When the policeman saw his action, he was taken aback immediately, "I'm just joking! You don't really want to eat it!"

It's not the police officers' fault.

Because in the eyes of others, Conan looks like he wants to mix curry and rice together and eat it.

Just when the police officer was about to take the dinner plate away, Conan's frown suddenly relaxed.

"found it!"

After searching, Conan found the tooth in the curry rice.

As he picked up the spoon, a tooth stained with blood and curry was displayed in front of everyone.

The older police officer stared closely at the teeth on the spoon, frowning slightly.

"Isn't this a tooth?"

He naturally knew what this meant.

The son of the deceased said that his father had been treated for tooth decay in the past few days. At that time, he hadn't checked it carefully, and thought that the tooth was pulled out at that time.

But that doesn't seem to be the case now.

The young policeman hasn't accumulated much experience yet, so he just feels a little strange and wrong, and doesn't connect the previous things.

"How is this going?"

"Why is there a tooth here?"

Since Conan had seen what he wanted to see at this point, he put down the spoon with the teeth in it.

Afterwards, the older police officer picked up the spoon and carefully observed the tooth with his colleagues.

"Absolutely can't go wrong." Conan turned and walked to the railing of the stairs, his eyes seemed to flicker, thinking to himself.

"The murderer who killed Takeo Akashi used that method to create an alibi for himself."

"And the murderer is definitely that Akashi Hiroto!"

At this moment, his expression was more than half relaxed.

At present, the evidence has been obtained, the modus operandi is known, and the identity of the murderer has surfaced, so it is almost time to reveal the truth.

Now that he already knows the most important information above, the next process is simple, and it can be said that there is no difficulty.

Revealing the truth was not difficult for Conan before.

He has done this kind of thing many times.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is familiar with the road.

Thinking of this, Conan took the watch-shaped anesthesia gun out of his pocket with his uninjured hand, and pressed the mechanism on the watch.

"Clap!"

The dial sight pops up.

Looking at the constantly rotating pointer, a confident smile appeared on the corner of Conan's mouth, thinking, "Let everyone gather at the scene as usual."

"Then let's put on ['Sleeping Kogoro''s reasoning show]"

At this moment, he suddenly thought of the mountain village man who brought the camera here specially to record the reasoning show.

Putting down his hands and turning his head, Conan opened his mouth to the two police officers who were observing their teeth, and made a slight "uh..." sound.

The two police officers were discussing the tooth at this time, and did not hear Conan's voice.

"Anyway, let's report to the mountain village police officer first."

After the older police officer finished speaking, he took out a plastic bag from his pocket and put the tooth in it.

"Yeah." Another police officer nodded in agreement.

Seeing that the two ignored him, and their voices became very strange, Conan also felt a little anxious, and quickly opened his mouth to the two police officers.

What he wanted to call in his heart was "Mr. Police".

But when it came to his mouth, it turned into a voice of "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh".

"It's over!" Conan put his hands on his aching throat, finally realizing what happened to him.

"I can't talk anymore!"

Yes, Conan lost his voice.

Because my own cold was still not healed, I fell into the cold river water for several minutes in the afternoon, which made my condition worse.

His throat was sore and inflamed.

He should have said less or even no words, but Conan kept forgetting this.

As a result, Conan's throat, which was already heavily burdened, went on strike at this moment, conveying the signal "I want to rest".

In short, Conan lost his voice.

Can't recover in a short time.

It is estimated that tonight he can only be in the state of "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Originally, he wanted the police to go down and call Uncle Mao Li to the scene first, so that he could proceed to the next step.

Then let the rest of the people gather at the scene.

Then he will tell the truth of the case in the voice of Uncle Maori, and stage a ['Sleeping Kogoro' reasoning show].

But as he lost his voice, the plan fell through.

Seeing Conan opened his mouth but didn't speak, and his expression was a little flustered, Guangyou guessed his state at this time.

He stepped forward and patted Conan on the shoulder, shook his head helplessly, and said:

"I told you earlier, and Xiaolan also told you more than once, right? I asked you to talk less or even not to talk, but you just didn't listen."

"It's all right now, I can't even speak, let me see how you reason."

"." Conan looked at Guangyou with resentful eyes.

He did not listen to the advice, which caused him to lose his voice now, but there is no need to make up the knife like this, right?
"What are you looking at me for?" Guangyou ignored his gaze and continued to make up the knife, "I have reminded you two or three times, if you don't listen, then I have nothing to do."

"." Conan sighed, and decided not to dwell on this matter.

The matter has come to this point, and he has no way to change the fact that he has lost his voice in a short time.

The most urgent task now is to figure out how to let everyone know the truth of the incident when he can't speak out.

"Damn it!" Conan turned his head, glanced at Yanfu Akashi's body, gritted his teeth, and thought,
"It took a lot of effort to solve the mystery of this case."

He was a little reconciled, but there was nothing he could do.

"If I can't speak, I can't use the voice changer to tell everyone the truth of the incident."

"Even if I want to write, the wrist of my usual hand is still sprained, so I can't write at all."

After calming down a bit, Conan thought of a way.

It should be enough to use gestures and movements to make gestures, right?
Afterwards, Conan looked at Guangyou, raised his hand, and gestured for the watch in his hand.

Then, he pointed in the direction of the living room, pointed at himself, and shook his head.

As if he didn't understand Conan's hint, Guangyou asked: "You mean, the watch cannot be discovered by the uncle? Didn't the uncle already know that there is this watch?"

"." Conan twitched the corner of his mouth and waved his hand, indicating that he didn't mean it.

"Then you mean that you want to give this watch to Uncle Mao Li?" Guangyou was still pretending not to understand.

"If the uncle finds out that you keep stabbing him with anesthesia needles, then you will be finished. Your days to come... tsk tsk tsk."

"." Conan looked at Guangyou who was worried about him, and was silent for a moment.

He felt that the method of gestures was too harmful.

Whether they can understand the meaning of his gestures can only be interpreted by themselves.

If the interpretation is wrong, it will be far from the truth.

However, Guangyou is still pretending not to understand his gestures?
The resentful eyes fell on Guangyou again.

And Guangyou wasn't incapable of distinguishing the seriousness of the matter, and he didn't keep pretending.

"I know what you mean." Guangyou put away the smile on his face and said, "Let's take a step and see, let's go back to the living room first."

"Maybe through your gestures and body movements, they can understand what you want to express?"

"." Conan glanced at Guangyou who was teasing him, and wanted to complain, but remembering that he had lost his voice, he could only shake his head helplessly.

I want to complain, but I can't speak, so I can only hold back.

This is the worst.

(End of this chapter)