Gin doesn't want to work hard

"Oh, I see. Thank you very much."

Kogoro Mori thanked him.

"Haha, you're welcome."

Asai Narumi smiled and waved her hand, then asked with some curiosity.

"What brings you to the community center?"

Faced with her question, Kogoro Mouri felt it wasn't something he couldn't talk about, so he briefly explained what had happened to her.

"That's it..."

After listening to Kogoro Mouri's story, the smile on Narumi Asai's face faded for a moment.

But she quickly recovered and smiled.

"Then I wish you all the best in finding the truth!"

"Haha, with me, Kogoro Mouri, here, this is a piece of cake!"

Kogoro Mouri laughed heartily, hands on his hips.

Taking this opportunity, Conan walked over to Asai Narumi and asked a question.

"Has Narumi-neechan always lived on this island? What are your thoughts on what happened more than ten years ago?"

Upon hearing this, Asai Narumi shook his head.

"I was born in Tokyo!"

"After I got my medical license, I came to this island to practice medicine."

"But I go back to Tokyo every weekend."

"The reason we chose this island is because its environment is absolutely fantastic!"

"Unlike Tokyo, it's always been very quiet here..."

Before she could finish speaking, a car with a horn drove past.

"Shimizu, Shimizu Masato"

Please vote for Masato Shimizu.

The calls for votes echoed in their ears, and Asai Narumi gave a somewhat awkward smile.

She quickly replied.

"This is because of the village chief election; it wasn't like this before."

"Hmm, but it seems like there are quite a lot of people coming to the island today."

"Several boats in a row are full!"

Ok?

Upon hearing Asai Narumi's words, Conan keenly sensed that something was amiss.

Are there many people on the island today?

But why is this?

This is just a little-known island.

Even if you're going to travel, you shouldn't spend all your time on this island.

Besides, it's not peak tourist season right now.

Today isn't even the weekend.

Logically speaking, there shouldn't be so many people on the island.

Is today some kind of special day?

Thinking this to himself, Conan asked the question directly.

"Naruma-neechan, is there anything special happening on the island today?"

"Something special?"

Asai Narumi thought for a moment, then said.

"Oh, there is indeed something."

"Today marks the second anniversary of the death of the former village chief, Mr. Kameyama."

"The villagers will hold a religious ceremony at the community center."

"If we're talking about something special, this is the only thing."

Is it the anniversary of the former village chief's death?

Just as Conan was about to ask about the cause of the former village chief's death, Kogoro Mouri interrupted him.

"Kid, why are you asking so many questions?"

"Let's hurry up and get to the community center!"

"Weren't you in a real hurry just now? Honestly!"

After saying that, Kogoro Mouri picked up Conan and left.

After saying goodbye to Narumi Asai, Ran Mouri quickly followed after him.

Kurosawa glanced at the wall to the right of the clinic.

There's someone hiding there.

They've been there ever since they started talking to Asai Narumi.

Kurosawa did not know the person's identity.

But judging from his gaze, he didn't seem to have any ill intentions?

Since that's the case, Kurosawa doesn't intend to get involved anymore.

He pretended not to notice anything, naturally looked away, and followed Mori and the others ahead.

……

The group arrived at the community center.

Just walked to the door.

Kurosawa immediately sensed that something was wrong.

Too many people.

No, it should be said that there are too many outsiders.

Although many villagers came because a memorial service for the former village chief was being held here.

But Kurosawa could still tell at a glance that those mixed in were not from this island.

They looked no different from the other mourners around them.

But that ramrod straight posture, the constant glancing around, and the occasional gesture of touching his ear...

These events combined made those people as obvious as streetlights in the darkness in Kurosawa's eyes.

It's almost as if they have the words "I have a problem" written all over their heads.

Conan, who was standing nearby, also noticed that something was wrong.

He stared at one of them with a serious expression.

Perhaps because Conan's gaze was too direct, the person who had been facing away from him suddenly turned around and looked at him sharply.

Conan:! ! !

Conan was startled and quickly looked away.

The person didn't react much when they saw it was just a child.

However, at this moment, he also saw Kurosawa next to Conan.

He glanced at Kurosawa twice, then seemed to recognize him and walked directly towards him.

Kurosawa: ...

He did recognize the person opposite him.

He was one of the anti-drug police officers I met last night.

Why is he here?

Kurosawa had the same thought as the policeman.

Because they were pretending to come to offer condolences, the police were dressed in all black.

Its style is somewhat similar to the organization's trench coats, only more formal.

As he drew closer, Conan's expression gradually turned terrified.

The policeman in black walked up to Kurosawa and stopped, giving him a natural greeting.

"It's you? What are you doing here?"

Conan's horrified gaze slowly shifted to Kurosawa.

The moment Kurosawa saw the policeman, he knew the identities of the outsiders who had come to the island that day.

Including the person who had been eavesdropping on their conversation from behind the corner of the clinic.

They must all be police officers, just like the person in front of them.

Let's think back to what happened yesterday.

Kurosawa quickly understood why they had come here.

This island probably isn't very clean.

There are people doing drug deals here.

They (the police) are here to arrest people.

Although he understood the police's purpose, Kurosawa, seeing Conan completely frozen, chose not to speak directly, but instead gave a vague answer.