He's in Detective Conan, and he's the mastermind behind everything.

Power has not yet been restored, and the hospital remains completely dark.

But every now and then, glass would shatter, and the hazy moonlight would reflect on the mirror, creating a fleeting, dazzling brilliance that was still quite beautiful.

With the occasional screams from passersby adding to the commotion, Masayo Aida watched with great interest.

After an unknown amount of time, the noise gradually subsided, the power was restored, and the hospital was brightly lit.

Masayo Aida was still not satisfied, but after all, she was just a passerby. She imagined the dazzling lights under the dark night sky, and extended that to the bustling city night scene around her, as well as the various people who moved and moved around according to their free will.

She thought the scene was quite beautiful.

The miracles of technology intertwine with the brilliance of humanity; this is the research direction of one of her college roommates…

dong dong!

There was a sudden knock on the door. Masayo Aida turned around and saw a woman with a rather gloomy expression. She had short hair, wore a white suit jacket, and had a capable demeanor.

Hmm, are they police officers?

"Miss Aida, Inspector Megure requests your presence in apartment 404," the person said.

Masayo Aida nodded: "I understand."

They really are police officers.

"And what about here?" Masayo Aida asked. "Mr. Kudo told me to keep an eye on this place and not let the scene be damaged."

“I will stay here,” the policewoman said.

Masayo Aida then remained silent, went downstairs and crossed the courtyard. Halfway down, she suddenly remembered something, took out her phone, turned on the flashlight, and illuminated the path on the ground.

There were a lot of glass shards here before, so we have to be careful.

She arrived at her destination safely. The ward door was open, and Aida Masayo knocked twice before entering. Everyone looked up at her, and as expected, she noticed that most of them looked rather grim.

Especially Kogoro Mouri, who was sitting in the middle of a chair, looked not only ugly, but also somewhat terrified.

Was it out of fear that they discovered they actually had mental problems?

Masayo Aida was irresponsibly letting her mind wander, but at the same time she thought that since she wouldn't tell anyone, and considering that the two detectives who were deep in thought were quite handsome, it didn't matter.

This was reflected in the outside world as her calmly walking towards the crowd and looking at Inspector Megure:

"Officer, what can I do for you?"

"I mainly wanted to ask you about Mori's mental state. Is he... really under too much pressure?" Inspector Megure's tone was quite heavy.

It really is this.

Masayo Aida had already prepared his explanation on the way here; he would simply tell the truth, adhering to two principles:

First, she is just a psychological counselor; she doesn't know whether Mr. Mori has any problems. Please consult a professional psychiatrist. Second, Mr. Mori's mental state was very good throughout the day, after all, he watched the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show all day and was in high spirits.

After hearing what she said, most people looked at Kogoro Mouri with complicated expressions.

Xiaolan, in particular, looked at her father with eyes full of worry, and even a hint of pain.

Having a father like this, it must be really tough being a daughter...

Masayo Aida scanned his surroundings, wondering with some confusion why he hadn't seen Mr. Mizuki. Could he have missed such a good opportunity to comfort Miss Ran?

Should we call him and tell him later?

"Could it be that he hallucinated because he saw too many images of human bodies, coupled with Uncle Mori's fear and anticipation of what would happen at 11:30?" Shinichi Kudo pondered.

Masayo Aida subtly stepped aside, worried that the imaginative detective might blame her later.

If you hadn't been hanging around Uncle Mori all this time, he wouldn't have been hallucinating.

If that happens, then it's absolutely terrible.

Fortunately, another dark-skinned detective changed the subject: "The main point is that Mr. Mori killed Dr. Shirai. Mr. Mori, do you really have no recollection of this at all?"

Eh?

Masayo Aida glanced in surprise at the injured person on the chair. Wasn't this patient, whom she had been taking care of for more than two days, supposed to be a good person?

First, he had a terrible temper with his family, then he got involved in gambling schemes, and now he's even committed murder...

Is the definition of a good person really this broad?

Now that you mention it, Mr. Mori also killed two people in Ginza. Oh no, has she been taking care of a vicious criminal all this time?

Will she bear any joint liability?

Is it too late to get a refund now?

"No, really no." Kogoro Mori shook his head, his face ashen. "I know, he died right in front of me, I was holding a knife, and what you saw was him stabbing someone, but..."

I really don't remember doing that.

I've been using a cane the whole time; I don't even know when it was replaced with a knife.

Yeah, confirmed.

Masayo Aida nodded silently to himself. Mr. Mori was feigning mental illness to evade legal punishment. His wife was a very capable lawyer, and detectives and police officers were his friends; this was quite likely.

Huh?

Did she accidentally discover the darkness of the world?

Buzz buzz buzz—! ! !

Aida Masayo's phone suddenly rang, and everyone turned to look. She took it out and saw it was an unfamiliar number, so she looked at Inspector Megure:

"Do you need me to pick you up here?"

Inspector Megure nodded: "Sorry."

Masayo Aida didn't care; she was just a bystander anyway, so she answered the call without hesitation and put it on speakerphone.

"Hello, is this a psychologist?"

The voice coming from the microphone was that of a rather cute girl.

"You're a psychological counselor. What are your needs?"

Aida Masashi corrected.

Chapter 158 Inspector Megure: My Brother Mori Has a Split Personality

"Um... well, I accidentally killed someone. Can you help me get a mental illness certificate?" the cute little girl's voice continued.

"........."

Masayo Aida remained silent, glanced at the police officers and detectives whose eyes had suddenly sharpened, and calmly said:

"I can drive it. May I ask your address?"

"Eh? Really?"

The little girl's voice was filled with surprise: "Thank you, doctor. I'm at Beika Central Hospital now."

"!!!"

Everyone's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this. Had some other case occurred here?!

Masayo Aida continued, "Excuse me, where exactly is it? How can I find you?"

"Hehe, my name is Kogoro Mouri, and I'm right in front of you."

"!!!!!!"

A playful laugh echoed in the room, then suddenly became a thunderclap, engulfing everyone.

Bang!

Without even using his cane, Kogoro Mori tumbled off his chair and yelled at Masayo Aida's phone:

"Who are you?! What have you done?!"

The only response he received was a busy signal.

Kogoro Mouri angrily pounded the floor, his face flushed red. Ran quickly bent down to help her father, who had fallen to the ground.

"hiss--!!!"

A sharp pain shot through his broken leg, and Kogoro Mori belatedly gasped.

Upon seeing this, nurse Huizi immediately ran out to call for the doctor, and after she left, the room was completely silent.

Deathly silence.

Masayo Aida raised his phone: "Should I call back again?"

Megure nodded and then called back, but as everyone expected, the phone was switched off.

"Now we can be sure, someone is framing me!" Kogoro Mori shouted.

This discovery thrilled him, but he waited for a long time without receiving a response.

Feeling puzzled, he looked up and around. Everyone he saw avoided his gaze, and the fleeting glances he caught in the eyes of others were mostly obscure and filled with suspicion.

Kogoro Mouri wasn't stupid; he instantly realized what was happening and panicked.

"Hey, you guys don't think I staged this, do you? How could something like that happen!"

"Sorry, Uncle Mori."

Shinichi Kudo's tone was complicated: "I'm willing to believe you, but if that phone call came from the person who framed you, what was her purpose? To exonerate you?"

Is it logical to frame someone before and then help them get away with it?

"You never know, it's the Kudo family!"

Kogoro Mori said urgently, "Didn't you say that the thing about me being tricked into a gambling game to help harm Nami Yukimatsu was a loophole deliberately left by the mastermind? If he wanted to, he could have pinned a black mark on me that I couldn't get rid of."

"Maybe this time will be the same. He framed me, and to prevent me from going to jail, he deliberately exposed his suspicious behavior."

Shinichi Kudo realized this instantly, but if such a person really existed, what would his purpose be?

No, now is not the time to think about that.

Shinichi Kudo shook his head, his gaze gradually hardening as he looked at Kogoro Mouri: