Chapter 781 Conan is falling behind
In the restaurant, Youya was leaning against the door, staring at the street outside in a daze.
Miyano Shiho came over and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Is the case difficult?"
Yuya replied: "Not really, it's just that the information is limited right now, so there's no way to make any inferences. We can only hope that the police investigation will make progress."
"Gululu!"
Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound of the stomach.
Miyano Shiho was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked at Yuya's stomach: "Are you hungry?"
Yuya touched the back of his head a little embarrassedly: "Ahaha, I got up late today, and before I had time to eat, I was called over by Hattori. I thought he was going to treat me to a meal, but..."
He looked around the store and said, "It doesn't look like it's a good idea to order food in this situation."
"No," Miyano Shiho pointed to a place, "It seems that the store is still accepting orders."
Yuya took a look and was somewhat tempted, but still shook his head: "Forget it, it doesn't seem to fit the detective's image..."
It would not be good for your image if news got out that you were ordering food at the crime scene.
"I guessed it," Miyano Shiho smiled and took out a candy ball from her pocket, "Here's a little candy ball for you. If you don't eat, you can get some sugar. It can make your thinking less slow."
Yuya was stunned for a moment: "Little Sugar Ball? Did you get your accent from Toyama or Hattori?"
Miyano Shiho stuck out her tongue a little embarrassedly: "No, just now when He Ye gave me candy, she said that this is how they call it over there, and small sugar balls mean candy balls. I thought it was interesting to call it that, so I learned it."
"Is that so... wait!" Yuya's hand that was reaching for the candy ball suddenly froze in mid-air, and he stared at Miyano Shiho with wide eyes.
Miyano Shiho touched her cheek uneasily: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with my disguise?"
"No..." Yuya thought as he picked up the candy ball, unwrapped it and put the candy into his mouth.
The sweet taste suddenly opened his mind: "So that's what those words meant. Why didn't I think of it at the time..."
"Hmm?" Miyano Shiho tilted her head and looked at Yuya in confusion.
Yuya came forward, hugged Miyano Shiho's slender waist and kissed her, then smiled and said, "It's nothing, thank you Mio, you are really my lucky star!"
Miyano Shiho's ears turned red, and she pretended to push Yuya away, but she didn't use any force: "What are you doing? There are so many people here."
Yuya chuckled, let go of her hand and turned away.
Miyano Shiho looked at Yuya's back as he left, and touched her cheek with some melancholy: "When can I let you kiss my real face openly?"
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Yuya returned to the bathroom door and saw Hattori Heiji and Conan talking face to face.
"Okay, I admit that you are better than me. It doesn't matter. Tell me your reasoning now!"
Hattori Heiji came up to Conan with a mean look on his face and said, "What, what? Your voice seems too soft, I can't hear you clearly."
Conan couldn't help but squint his eyes, clench his teeth, and raise his voice a little bit, mumbling: "I admit that you are better than me, okay?!"
Hattori Heiji also knew that if he really asked Conan to shout it out, it would definitely arouse suspicion among others, especially since there was also an unidentified Sera Masumi present, so he was satisfied with Conan's decision.
Patting his shoulder proudly, he said, "Hehehe, of course. If I, who is better than you, don't explain it clearly, how can my little brother possibly know, right?"
As he spoke, he started rubbing Conan's head.
Conan lowered his eyes, feeling a strong urge to jump up and give Hattori Heiji a hard hit on the knee.
Youya watched the excitement for a while before walking over: "What are you two doing?"
"Ah, Kamiya, where did you go just now?" Hattori Heiji asked with a smile, "How about it, how much do you know about the case? I am..."
“Oh, I was just praying to my lucky stars,” Yuya interrupted him casually, “As for the case, I already know it. It was a murder, not a suicide. Also, the murderer should still be in this restaurant.”
Hattori Heiji was surprised: "What, how did you know?"
He scratched his hair in annoyance: "Damn it, then I only beat Kudo, right?"
Conan said dissatisfiedly: "Hey, hey, hey, don't act like you really won. You are just one step ahead of me."
Hattori Heiji ignored Conan and looked at Yuya and asked, "So, what do you know?" He wanted to confirm whether what Yuya knew was true and how much difference there was between it and what he knew.
Yuya smiled slightly: "Then, Hattori, could you please repeat in Kansai dialect what Inspector Kamal said about the victim's suspected suicide statement on the phone?"
Hattori Heiji narrowed his eyes: "I see, it seems you already know everything?"
Conan??? "Hey, what are you two talking about?" Damn it, Riddler, can you please get out of Beika Town?
Hattori Heiji said slowly in his Kansai accent: "Even if we are childhood friends, I cannot agree to such a request. I was the one who gave Abe the poison and killed him. If this is the case, I must take responsibility."
"Ah!" Conan shouted, and he also understood the key.
"Yes, yes, that's the accent!" Kamal suddenly pointed at Hattori Heiji and shouted, "What I heard before is exactly the same as the way he spoke just now!"
"Right," he turned to look at Inspector Megure, "Just like I said, the dead man must have confessed his crime to others, and then committed suicide because of the condemnation of his conscience, right?"
Inspector Megure was a little stunned: "Ah, no, what I just said might be..."
Youya said, "Those words just now were spoken in Kansai dialect, and the "self" in them refers to you!"
"What?" Kamal was stunned. "Why? Doesn't the word 'self' in Neon language mean 'me'? How can it be 'you'?"
Youye thought about it and said, "This may be due to the different regions causing some differences in language habits. In the United States, some of the same words in the north and south have different meanings, right?"
Kamal thought about it and it seemed to be true: "If that's the case, then what I just said..."
Yuya nodded: "That's right, if you translate it into Mandarin, it's you who gave poison to little Abe. If that's the case, you must take responsibility. The meaning is completely the opposite."
A drop of sweat dripped down Kamal's forehead: "So, the victim is not confessing his crime..."
Yuya continued: "Instead, he is blaming the other party for their crimes."
"That is, blaming the murderer for his crime!"