Ke Xue: The thief Cao is actually myself

Chapter 588: A layman is a layman! (Please give me a monthly ticket!)

Looking up at the smug Maori Kogoro and Conan who was looking forward to it, Bai Ye took a sip of tea. The warm tea slid down his throat, bringing a hint of warmth. Then he cast his eyes to the scenery passing by quickly outside the window and said softly, "Then I hope that our trip to the hot spring village will be fun and have unexpected gains."

Conan, the elementary school student who can be called the "incarnation of the god of death", is involved in this. It is conceivable that this trip to the hot spring village will inevitably encounter extremely exciting and interesting cases.

After all, looking back, wherever Conan, the high school detective who became smaller due to an accident, sets foot, cases will follow one after another like maggots on the tarsal bone and never fail to come up.

However, if Kogoro Mouri knew what was about to happen in advance, this uncle who always regarded himself as a famous detective would probably not only lose interest in it, but would even resist it from the bottom of his heart and pray that such a thing would never happen.

As for the reason, it is very simple, because this case happened at this class reunion.

What is even more heartbreaking is that both the victims and the murderers in the case were his old classmates with whom he had a deep friendship.

However, there is no need to reveal such a cruel thing to others, especially Kogoro Mori.

Firstly, telling others about the bad things that might happen in advance will undoubtedly be like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing everyone's expectations for the next trip and destroying the originally relaxed and pleasant atmosphere;

Secondly, once Kogoro Mori knew about this, he would inevitably fall into an extremely embarrassing and painful dilemma.

Because, on one side, his old classmate was murdered, and on the other side, his former classmate became the murderer. No matter which side he chose to support, it would mean complete betrayal and harm to the other side. This was undoubtedly a heavy blow to Maori Kogoro, who valued friendship and loyalty.

Furthermore, if Bai Ye rashly revealed his prediction of the case, he would not be able to explain to everyone why he could "predict the future."

In other words, once this kind of thing is spoken out loud, not only will it be difficult to gain people's trust, it may also bring unnecessary trouble to yourself.

So, he made a decisive decision to become a riddle man for now.

Conan pushed up his iconic glasses on his nose. Behind the lenses, his eyes sparkled with wisdom and excitement. Then he took over the conversation at the right time. His voice was crisp, with the innocence and expectation unique to children, and he said: "Yes, maybe there will be many unexpected surprises waiting for us in the hot spring town. I am also looking forward to solving some puzzles there."

If a case really happens, perhaps this opportunity can be used to enhance the reputation of a detective who is usually confused.

By then, the cases received by the Maori Detective Agency will surely come in like snowflakes, and he, the shrunken high school student detective living in the Maori Detective Agency, will be able to come into contact with more various cases.

Moreover, if he is lucky enough, he might come across a case related to the mysterious organization that the two men in black belong to during this journey, and get one step closer to the deeply hidden secrets of the black organization, and find a way to restore his body as soon as possible.

As he was talking, Conan suddenly seemed to be struck by an electric current, and suddenly remembered something important. He quickly asked, "By the way, uncle, have you found the pistol that disappeared inexplicably before?"

Mao Lilan also came back to her senses, a trace of worry appeared on her face, and she agreed: "Yes, the police haven't released any information, what is the situation?

When Maori Kogoro heard this, his face, which had originally flushed with excitement due to the anticipation of the journey, suddenly seemed to be paused, and his expression suddenly froze. A trace of embarrassment quickly climbed onto his face, and he scratched his head subconsciously and said, "Uh... Well, the matter of the pistol is still under investigation. There has been no new information from the police station, and I am also having a headache."

As he spoke, his tone was full of helplessness and fatigue, and his eyes, which had once been bright and sharp, now revealed a hint of anxiety. It was obvious that the loss of the pistol had been like a heavy stone weighing on his heart, making him feel uneasy and unable to let it go.

Mao Lilan was listening quietly at the side. When she heard her father say that the pistol had not been found, her face, which was originally full of youthful vitality, suddenly showed a deep worry. She frowned slightly, her eyes full of anxiety and worry, and said softly: "Dad, if the pistol is still missing, will it cause danger? What if it accidentally falls into the hands of those bad guys with bad intentions..."

When she said this, her voice stopped abruptly and she did not continue speaking, but everyone present understood the profound meaning of her words.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the restaurant, which was originally filled with laughter because of the journey, suddenly became solemn, as if shrouded by an invisible haze, and everyone's heart was heavy.

Maori Kogoro looked at the slightly depressing scene around him, especially the obvious worry on his daughter Maori Ran's face, and his heart couldn't help but feel a sharp pain. He quickly coughed lightly, trying to use this cough to break the suffocating dullness and ease the tense atmosphere, and said: "Don't worry too much, the police are definitely doing their best to look for it. Besides, maybe this gun was just accidentally picked up by someone as waste, and that person will honestly return it in the end!"

Although he was comforting everyone, he felt in his heart that there was something fishy about the matter.

Especially the missing pistol, which still had no clue or lead to its whereabouts, made him feel more and more ominous, as if the pistol was like a time bomb buried deep in the dark, which could explode at any time and trigger an unpredictable crisis.

Conan pushed his glasses up, his eyes flashing with thought behind the lenses: "Uncle, think carefully again, are there any special details before the pistol was lost? Even the most insignificant little things may be the key clues."

In Conan's view, any tiny detail may become the key to solving the mystery, especially in matters concerning public safety, not even the slightest possibility can be missed.

Kogoro Mouri made a bitter face and rubbed his temples vigorously with both hands, as if trying to piece together the vague fragments of memory in his mind in this way. "I really didn't notice anything special at the time. I just remember that after knocking the robber down, I thought about handing him over to the police." The situation was urgent at the time. He was only concerned with subduing the bank robber and arresting him. He didn't pay much attention to anything else.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but show a trace of annoyance on his face, and he regretted his negligence at that time. "As a result, in just a short while, when I returned, the gun was gone."

Speaking of which, if you think about it carefully, the reason why the pistol disappeared mysteriously is really his own fault.

If he had been able to stay where he was and wait for the police to take over; or if he had chosen to take the robber who had lost his ability to resist and the pistol to meet the police, the pistol would not have been lost at all.

It’s a pity that there is no medicine for regret in the world, and time cannot be reversed. It’s too late to say anything now.

Bai Ye put down his teacup and said seriously, "This matter cannot be taken lightly. The loss of a pistol is no small matter. Once it is used by criminals, the consequences will be disastrous. Uncle Maori, is there really no clue from the police station?"

Maori Kogoro frowned, trying to recall the clues provided by the police station: "All we know is that the pistol was lost in that alley. Although there are surveillance cameras near the alley, the strange thing is that they didn't capture any valuable footage. The scene seemed to have been deliberately cleaned up, and there were no useful clues left at all."

At this point, he sighed deeply. The sound was long and heavy, as if he wanted to let out all the depression and helplessness that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time. "As for the others, although the police have conducted a thorough search, they have not found any cases where it has been used to commit crimes. So there are no clues at all now. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack. There is no clue at all."

As he was speaking, Maori Kogoro seemed to be struck by lightning, and a light bulb suddenly appeared in his mind. He subconsciously raised his hand to touch his stubbled chin, and then added: "However, everyone calls that pistol the Smith & Wesson M439. This type of pistol is not common on the market. It is a niche but extremely high-performance model. Its performance is quite good. Its accuracy is first-class. When shooting at medium and close distances, the bullet can almost accurately hit the target along the expected trajectory; the stability is also quite reliable. Even if shooting continuously, the recoil is within a controllable range and will not cause too much interference to the pistolist's aiming."

He paused, narrowed his eyes slightly, and tried to sort out the chaotic thoughts in his mind. After a moment, he coughed lightly and continued, "In fact, the guy who robbed the bank was a complete layman when it came to guns. He knew nothing about it. He spent a lot of money to buy a gun, but after getting the gun, he couldn't even tell whether it was a real thing or a toy. Don't you think this is ridiculous? It's just nonsense."

At the end, Kogoro Mouri shook his head helplessly, with a mixed expression on his face.

As expected, amateurs are amateurs and can make all kinds of mistakes even in such a crucial matter as buying a gun.

For a moment, Kogoro Mouri was conflicted. He didn't know whether he should be thankful for the robber's ignorance - after all, if the robber used a real gun, the harm caused might be even greater; or should he complain about this ridiculous situation - such a confused robber was really both infuriating and funny.

Mao Lilan heard this, and she couldn't help but feel a little bit of luck in her heart. There was a hint of expectation in her tone, and her voice unconsciously rose a few degrees: "If it's a toy gun, it will be fine."

If it was just a toy gun, then even if someone picked it up and never returned it, it wouldn't really matter.

After all, no matter how realistic a toy gun is, its lethality is far different from that of a real gun. It is impossible for it to pose any substantial threat to the lives and safety of others, let alone trigger a series of bloody and dangerous crimes.

Conan did not speak, but fell into a brief contemplation. The scene of the day when the case occurred kept appearing in his mind, and the missing pistol was like a fog that could not be dispelled, always lingering in his mind.

He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that the disappearance of the pistol was not that simple. Moreover, based on his careful observation at the scene, there was no filler in the muzzle of the gun, and even if it had suffered a collision during the previous chaotic fight, it was still intact.

All signs clearly showed that the gun was not a toy gun for show, but a real gun.

Thinking of this, Conan's eyes instantly became sharp and determined. He secretly swore in his heart that no matter what, he must do everything he can to solve the mystery of the missing pistol and never let this dangerous weapon become a time bomb that threatens social security.

Just as everyone was immersed in worry and thought about the missing pistol, the train broadcast suddenly sounded without warning.

The announcer's sweet voice, like the sound of a bird, instantly echoed throughout the carriage: "Dear passengers, please note that we are about to arrive at the transfer station. The stop time is 10 minutes. Passengers who need to get off, please be ready."

This sudden broadcast, like a gust of wind, echoed repeatedly in the carriage, instantly interrupting everyone's conversation, breaking the solemn and depressing atmosphere in the restaurant, and pulling everyone back to reality from their contemplation and worry.

Mao Lilan took advantage of the relaxed atmosphere and stood up. She twisted her body slightly, slightly stretching her muscles that were a little stiff from sitting for a long time, and then said, "I'm going to the bathroom. We'll talk when I come back."

After saying that, he walked towards the rear of the carriage with brisk steps.

Taking advantage of the time when Mao Li Ran left, Conan narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Mao Li Kogoro, and his expression became extremely serious: "Uncle, regarding that case, I always feel that there are some crucial details that we have overlooked. Especially the missing pistol, it can't have disappeared for no reason. There must be a hidden story behind it. Maybe the person who picked it up..."

Conan paused for a moment, as if he was choosing his words, or as if he was giving Maori Kogoro some time to think, "It wasn't picked up by accident, but it was intentionally there, and with some ulterior motive!"

(End of this chapter)