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Chapter 082 Why I'm Still a Poor Ghost

The good old officer Takagi left, and Okino had no one to chat with anymore. He looked around the room boredly. Although he was a forensic doctor, he was also curious about what the murder weapon was. The magic eye did not give any hints, so Okino had no choice but to do it by himself.

I was thinking boringly, wondering what on earth could be used as a murder weapon in this room.

However, after looking for a long time, he found nothing. It was just an ordinary house. There could be something strange in it.

On the other hand, Conan, this kid, took advantage of the uncle's lack of attention and ran around the scene. From time to time, he said, "Ah, oh, oh, oh, oh, how strange, what's going on?" and used all kinds of shameless cuteness techniques.

The constant reminders from the side made Okino stunned. Unexpectedly, Conan had already adapted to the life of a smaller boy in a short period of time, and even the art of cuteness had reached the level of a master.

It's obviously just an ordinary house, but Conan has discovered so many problems. Shouldn't he be called a detective? Why is it different when he comes to Conan with eyes that are obviously 2.5? This obviously has a Buf bonus.

Maybe I haven’t mastered Conan’s cuteness skills yet. After using it a few times, the hidden buff that was ‘deliberately ignored’ disappeared. The uncle finally discovered this brat running around the scene and made love to him without saying a word.

The headbutt was then picked up by the neck and thrown out.

"Oh, it hurts me to death!" Conan, who was thrown out, kept rubbing his little buttocks until they fell into four pieces.

Okino watched this scene the whole time, and in the end he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Haha, I said, Detective, it must feel very painful to be thrown like this."

"Humph, it doesn't hurt to stand and talk." Conan stood up and rubbed his butt, grinning. It looked like he had been hit hard by the fall just now.

Okino shrugged and said innocently, "My waist is fine. Even if I stand for an hour, it doesn't hurt at all."

"emmmm...."

"Okay, do you know who the murderer is? It's already eleven o'clock, it's time to go back to bed."

"How is that possible?" Conan rolled his eyes at Okino angrily, "By the way, you said before that Mr. Ikuta was beaten to death on the head with a heavy object from a distance. Isn't that true?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"That's very strange. I just searched this room for a long time and couldn't find anything that could be used as a murder weapon. Or maybe the murderer threw away the murder weapon."

"How do I know this? I'm not a detective. My job is just autopsy."

Hearing this, Conan raised his eyebrows and said, "By the way, how did you know that the murder weapon flew from a distance? Your previous reason was not sufficient."

Hearing what Conan said, a trace of surprise flashed in Okino's eyes: "You kid, you can do it. You have already seen this."

"Hmph, although it is not without this reason, such reasoning is a bit too far-fetched."

"Then what can I do? This is the result of my autopsy. As for the reason... you guess, I will tell you if you guess it right."

"Haha~ I don't care if you don't tell me if you don't tell me." Conan tilted his head arrogantly, not looking at Okino's smiling face.

"Okay, it seems I need to find a more suitable reason next time."

Hearing this, Conan couldn't maintain his expression for a moment, and said speechlessly: "Are you a forensic doctor? Are you talking so casually? I now seriously doubt whether what you said before was lying to me.

"

"Tch, believe it or not, even if I lie to you, what good will it do? Besides, even if I lie to you, I can't lie to Officer Memu. I still understand the seriousness of the matter."

"Humph~" Why didn't Conan understand this? He was just unhappy with Okino's look of needing a beating.

"By the way, come with me. There are some things I'm more concerned about. Maybe I can find some clues. It will be a lot easier to have you as a policeman."

After hearing Conan's words, Okino became unhappy. In summary, you look down on me so much.

"I said to you, kid, why would it be so convenient to have me here? It's so irritating to say this. Don't I have no advantages other than my status as a police officer?"

"Is this... does the magic stick count?"

Crunch...the sound of teeth grinding from Okino...

When I was going out, I happened to meet an angry Xiaolan, who pulled Conan and started to torment her.

"Conan, where were you just now? You actually left Sister Xiaolan and ran out alone. Do you know that this is very wrong?"

"Ah, sister Xiaolan, I was wrong, please stop doing it!"

Xiaolan's dexterous little hands kept rubbing Conan's head in circles, causing Conan's brain to feel dizzy, with stars in his eyes, and he begged for mercy again and again.

After a while, Xiaolan was almost done with her anger and let Conan go.

"Hmph, let's see if you dare to leave me and run out alone next time."

"Hehe, hehe~" Under the threat of Xiaolan's small fists, Conan gave in shamelessly.

"By the way, Sister Xiaolan, Brother Okino and I are going out together. Do you want to come with us?" The moment Conan's innocent voice sounded again, Okino shivered all over.

I couldn't help but couldn't help it. Conan started yelling and it was really unprepared. However, Xiaolan thought Conan was so cute.

"Well, I happen to have nothing to do, so let's go together."

Conan was also helpless. Originally, he didn't want Xiaolan to go with him, but the other party appeared too suddenly. If he didn't go with him, Conan had already anticipated his fate.

When they walked outside, Conan immediately pulled Xiaolan to the streetlight where Mr. Ikuta died. At this time, the place was surrounded by the police and the searchlights were turned on.

After saying hello to the little policeman in charge, he led Conan and Xiaolan into the cordon.

"Hey Okino, isn't it good for us to do this?"

"It's okay. Maybe there are some clues here that they didn't notice. Oh, by the way, Xiaolan, look at it, it's already past eleven o'clock, and you're already hungry. Why don't you help me nearby?

I bought a few rice balls from the supermarket, so the three of us can share them and eat them together." Before he finished speaking, Okino took out the remaining few hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it to Xiaolan's hand.

"Please, Xiaolan!"

"Eh, eh?" Before Xiaolan could speak, Okino persuaded her away and sent her away.

Seeing Xiaolan walking away, Conan also breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Okino, for getting Xiaolan away."

Okino rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Okay, I wasted hundreds of dollars. Please solve this case quickly and go home."

"Emmmm... You are a poor person, even if you become a forensic doctor, you will still be a poor person. I thought you became more generous."

"Hehe, thank you for the compliment. But since you said so, I won't treat you to dinner after I pay my salary. You don't like me anyway."

"Uh...you're cruel!"

Conan tilted his head and concentrated on looking for clues. With the spotlight on, everything around him could be seen clearly. As expected, not long after, Conan found a dark red stain on the wall behind the deceased.

"Okino, look at this!"

"What's wrong, is this...blood stain?"

"It should be blood stains, but why are there blood stains here!"

"How do I know?" Okino muttered angrily, but fortunately Conan didn't pay attention because he was talking entirely to himself.
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