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

Kogoro Mouri pondered for a moment, then closed his eyes in anguish: "It's still that empty warehouse."

He now knew that, apart from him, no one else who was watching the area saw the reflection of someone committing the crime; it was indeed his own hallucination.

His spirit...

There must really be a problem.

Upon hearing this, Shinichi Kudo pondered, wondering if there was any way to project an image only into one person's eyes.

Uncle Mori may indeed have mental issues, but in reasoning, this possibility must be ruled out first, otherwise the logic simply cannot continue.

Only he saw it, not from a specific angle...

Could it be visual persistence?

He had previously looked at some patterns that contained hidden rules, and then a negative afterimage was created on the glass of that window.

Just like staring at something yellow for too long, and then feeling a bluish tinge around that area after it disappears...

"Inspector! The urine test results are in."

The police report outside the door interrupted Shinichi Kudo's thoughts, and the next sentence the policeman shouted made his scalp tingle.

"It's positive!"

Chapter 160 LSD exists, but not in Mori's body.

The room fell silent instantly upon hearing this.

Along with Shinichi Kudo's thoughts, a mysterious silence fell over them.

Positive.

With this result, it seems that all reasoning is no longer important, and conversely, all anomalies can be explained.

There's something wrong with this world, after all.

It was only Kogoro Mouri personally.

After a long silence, Inspector Megure, suppressing the dizziness in his head, lowered his head with a sorrowful expression:

"Brother Mori, what's going on with you?"

transfixed.

This word is the most accurate description of Kogoro Mouri.

Even when faced with direct or indirect stares from everyone, whether their eyes held sudden realization, sarcasm, worry, or pain, he remained completely unmoved.

Some animals bury their heads in the ground when faced with insurmountable danger.

Silly spores, ostriches...

And aren't humans the same?

The disbelief and self-doubt were so overwhelming that they completely consumed Kogoro Mouri's thoughts, making it impossible for him to think rationally.

In short, his brain went blank.

"A positive result is too broad. Show me the test report to see what type it is."

Shinichi Kudo looked at the police officer who ran over to report. The officer handed over the report without hesitation. Shinichi Kudo read the conclusion, and after just one glance, he felt his vision go a little blurry.

LSD?!

This stuff is a notorious hallucinogen. With it, and with the fake hallucinations that Shirai Mitsuo created the previous two times, it's not impossible that a real hallucination might occur this time, given that Uncle Mori already had implicit expectations.

Visual negative afterimage...

Whether such a thing exists or not is secondary!

Shinichi Kudo sighed deeply, glanced at Kogoro Mouri with a complicated expression, and handed the report to Inspector Megure. After reading the conclusion, Inspector Megure shuddered, his face twitching involuntarily, and he leaned back.

Ran quickly caught him and glanced at the report, but Shinichi snatched it back.

"I'm sorry, Xiaolan, this is very important."

“It was my father who had the accident, I have the right to know everything.” Ran stared intently at Shinichi Kudo.

Shinichi Kudo avoided her gaze: "Yes, but this matter has fully proven that Mr. Mori was framed. We will tell you everything after we find out the truth. Right now, we don't know anything, and it would be better if you knew."

Ran didn't say anything more, but helped Inspector Megure catch his breath. Inspector Megure gave her an apologetic look, took a deep breath, and returned to the case itself:

"Brother Mori, no matter what state you're in, please tell me what you've been through."

Kogoro Mouri stood there dumbfounded for a long time, muttering as if in a daze, "Was it useful?"

"Of course it works."

Shinichi Kudo: "Uncle Mori, even if you've been used from beginning to end, you should still be able to provide some information about what's amiss, which might lead to some clues."

He now leans towards the idea that the mastermind behind the scenes used Kogoro Mouri as a useful pawn.

The question is whether this person is the same mastermind behind the previous incidents.

Kogoro Mouri looked bewildered: "I mean, aren't my memories already unreliable?"

Shinichi Kudo calmly replied, "Just tell me, I'll make the judgment on this."

These words finally gave Kogoro Mouri a glimmer of hope in his confusion. He slowly raised his head, and light returned to his lifeless eyes.

"it is good!"

The story continues.

His story is not complicated. In short, he stumbled towards the scene with a cane, asked nurse Huizi at the nurses' station to call the police, and when he reached the corner of Building 2, another nurse came over to help him.

Just as we were about to reach the corner between the connecting buildings, the power went out and everything suddenly went dark.

The nurse asked him if he wanted to stay there for a while, but he refused. The nurse then continued to help her walk towards the source of the fighting sounds.

At some point, he suddenly tripped, and the nurse who was helping him disappeared without a trace. He hurriedly adjusted his posture to avoid falling.

Just then, the lights came on.

He saw Amuro Tooru and Ran in the corridor ahead. Amuro Tooru and Ran saw him too. He was holding a bloodstained knife in his hand. Amuro Tooru had just withdrawn his fist.

In front of them lay a figure in a white coat.

The appearance is thus formed:

Kogoro Mouri killed Mitsuo Shirai;

Amuro Tooru killed Eto Katsuhiro.

After listening to Kogoro Mouri's account, Shinichi Kudo turned his gaze to Tooru Amuro, who nodded in agreement.

“At least that’s how it was when we saw each other, but I didn’t see a nurse.”

Shinichi Kudo nodded: "And what about your accidental killing?"

"I have nothing to argue about this point; I fully acknowledge my actions."

Amuro Tooru sighed softly: "Miss Ran and I fought that person for a long time. He was very strong, but in the instant before the lights came on, he seemed to suddenly become much weaker. By the time I realized it, the punch had already been thrown and I couldn't stop it."

Shinichi Kudo frowned slightly: "But now that you've realized something's wrong, even if you can't stop, you should at least hold back. Could that punch have broken ribs and pierced the heart?"

“I did hold back, and I also think I didn’t use enough force, but that’s just how it is.”

Amuro Tooru looked at Ran: "Miss Ran should also be able to sense that that person's style is unpredictable and he is very good at creating openings. So even if I held back, I didn't hold back too much. I just left room for maneuver. I think that might be related to this."

Xiaolan nodded: "That's true."

Shinichi Kudo didn't understand martial arts, but he understood habits and the story of the boy who cried wolf. After a couple of seconds of contemplation, he said:

"It sounds like he deliberately set it up so that even when you realized something was wrong, you wouldn't dare to stop. Can you confirm that the person in question has never changed?"

Amuro Tooru pondered for a few moments: "Let me make this clear beforehand, I am willing to take responsibility, and I am absolutely not trying to use this as an excuse to shirk it."

Even disregarding his dual identities at the distillery and the Metropolitan Police Department, accidentally killing someone in the face of an enemy's proactive attack would meet the standard of self-defense. A good lawyer could exonerate him, and it wouldn't be a big deal.

"I think the possibility of replacing someone midway is unlikely, but I can't say it's completely out of the question."

Amuro Tooru looked at the hospital room window: "You all probably heard it before. During our battle, many windows were affected. Although the moonlight is not bright tonight, there is still a faint light near the window, and we can barely see him."

But just as the lights were about to come on, he ran into the corridor, which was pitch black. Our eyes had adjusted to the previous dim light, and there was a gap of at least a few seconds during which we could only locate him by sound.

If the target is replaced, then that will be the time.

Chapter 161 The mastermind behind everything could of course foresee everything!

"Where are the emergency lights in the hallway?" Shinichi Kudo asked.

"It's been inspected; almost everything has been deliberately vandalized, but we don't know when it happened." Inspector Megure looked at Director Fukuda, who had gotten up in the middle of the night and rushed over. "When was the last fire safety inspection of the hospital?"

"Three weeks ago, just three weeks ago!"

Dean Fukuda, a middle-aged man with a receding hairline, answered hurriedly while wiping the fine sweat from his forehead.

"Adding the incident at the power supply room, it's practically a done deal that someone secretly plotted this." Inspector Megure pondered, "Thinking about it this way, there was one person fighting with Mr. Amuro and Ran, one person helping Mori, and one person at the power supply room. The other side was at least a three-person gang."

Shinichi Kudo shook his head. These were just speculations; to confirm them, they needed evidence. He looked at Kogoro Mouri:

"Uncle Mori, what did that nurse look like? What were her features? Can you remember?"

"Wearing a pink mask, very short, black hair, and..." Kogoro Mouri hesitated for a few seconds, then gritted his teeth and said, "Her breasts are huge!"

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Everyone was speechless, especially the bystanders who loved to watch the drama unfold. Masayo Aida even wondered if Kogoro Mouri was hallucinating from watching the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show.

"Ahem! We don't have nurses like that in our hospital!"

Dean Fukuda quickly spoke up, and the two nurses and doctors present nodded in agreement.

Shinichi Kudo nodded: "Uncle Mori, you said you didn't know when your cane was replaced with a knife, and it only looked like you were stabbing someone when you hurriedly adjusted your posture. Before you were tripped for the last time, could you be sure you were using a cane?"