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

Shinichi Kudo realized that he had seen this woman before.

Kanako Mie, one of the hostesses who accompanied Kogoro Mouri for drinks in Ginza a little over a week ago, even offered him a suspicious cigarette.

The detective's alertness immediately surfaced, and Shinichi Kudo asked her as she walked away, "Ms. Kanako, how did you know Uncle Mori was here?"

Kanako Mie turned around and said coldly, "It's not a secret. Everyone in the nightclub knows it. Is it a problem if I know?"

Shinichi Kudo frowned slightly: "Many people know this?"

"Otherwise what? The news about Mr. Mori is circulating in the nightclub every day." Kanako Mie sneered. "Including the night before last, Mr. Mori killed another person, but nothing happened to him. Everyone in the nightclub knows about it."

"What?!"×2

Shinichi Kudo and Kogoro Mouri were both shocked and speechless, with Kogoro Mouri quickly trying to explain:

"I didn't kill anyone, I was framed!"

Kanako Mie nodded, looking as if she had just realized something. "Oh, I see. Those people really are bad guys. Mr. Mori, you are innocent, of course." Then she looked at Shinichi Kudo. "May I go now, Detective?"

Her insincerity was so obvious that Kogoro Mouri was so excited he almost jumped up.

Amuro Tooru watched coldly, pondering whether, for the sake of the police's reputation, he should send Kogoro Mouri to jail for a while.

Although he had read the previous files and experienced what happened the night before, he was quite inclined to believe that Kogoro Mouri had been framed.

But since we can't produce any concrete evidence, it doesn't seem like a good idea to keep Kogoro Mouri outside indefinitely.

Shinichi Kudo then asked, "Where did you get this information?"

"Everyone's talking about it, how would I know the specific source? If you want to investigate, go to the nightclub," Kanako Mie said casually.

"Where did you know that?"

“It was Ryoko in the early morning, it was A-Ling last night, it was a foreign guest surnamed Li yesterday evening, and the day before yesterday…”

Shinichi Kudo's eyelids twitched, and he quickly interrupted, "Why did you come here?"

"Because of this incident, everyone who goes to the nightclub wants to specifically ask for Chiyoko. Her price has tripled. I've been getting the cold shoulder these past few days, so I thought I'd come and ride on her coattails."

Kanako Mie glanced at Kogoro Mouri, who was staring blankly at her, and then gave a disdainful smile:

"I've endured this for a long time for the sake of money. I originally thought it was just a bit overrated, but now it seems to be more than that. It's complete garbage."

She lowered her eyes and let out a long sigh:

"It's a pity that you all came here for nothing. I've been smiling and laughing for so long without earning a single penny. I even lost a fruit basket. I'm really unlucky."

She looked up again at Shinichi Kudo, whose face was solemn, and smiled gently:

"In a fit of anger, I accidentally blurted out what was on my mind. I really need to change this part of my personality."

Detective, if I am killed in the future, it will definitely be Mr. Mori who did it. Anyway, he gets away with murder without consequence. I hope you will stand up for me and seek justice when the time comes.

Although I feel the possibility is slim.

Upon hearing her words, Kogoro Mouri jumped up and down in excitement, while Shinichi Kudo remained expressionless and continued to ask:

"Since you knew the risks and endured them for so long, why didn't you continue to endure them?"

"Because I suddenly had a great idea."

Kanako Mie's long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she were excitedly flapping her wings at her sudden inspiration.

She said, "The reason why guests are now rushing to order Chiyoko is simply because they are curious about the person in question, but they certainly don't have much respect for Mr. Mori."

At the same time, men like to prove that they are better than others.

If I go back and expose Mr. Mori's true colors at the nightclub, saying he's just a coward with a hollow reputation, maybe many people will like me.

That way my business will improve.

Furthermore, I'll tell everyone that if I'm killed, it must have been Mr. Mori who did it. Wouldn't that actually make me safer?

After she finished speaking, the ward fell silent again.

But not long after, Shinichi Kudo spoke again in a deep voice: "Is this what you were laughing at just now?"

"Is there a problem?" Kanako Mie asked in return.

Before she could answer, she added, "I'm still laughing at you two. You barged in all that, only to lift it up high and put it down gently. Who are you going to scare? It's just a joke."

Especially you, Mr. Detective.

You're really something, aren't you? Instead of causing trouble for Mr. Mori, you're trying to bully me and show off your power.

What, are you going to pin another charge on me, saying that Mr. Mori was just bewitched by me before, and that he's a saint as long as I don't come?

Ha, you might as well just make me laugh to death.

Ugh……

Although I've never met Attorney Fei and Miss Lan, they're really unlucky to have run into a slug.

"That's all for now. Detective, is there anything else you'd like to ask?"

Shinichi Kudo was silent for a few moments: "Last time you didn't seem to be as quick-witted, nor did you talk as much."

Kanako Mie covered her mouth and laughed, pointing to her right ear: "There's a strategist in here instructing me. Would you like to come and confirm, Detective?"

Chapter 255 Will Sonoko fail to be a good friend?!

Shinichi Kudo ultimately did not check on Kanako Mie.

He's just a detective, not a policeman, and even if he were, he wouldn't be qualified in this situation.

You become suspicious of someone just by looking at them and want to search them? Even the SS weren't this arrogant.

The figure disappeared outside the door, and the ward fell silent. Suddenly, Ying Sheng spoke through the earpiece:

"I think she makes a good point."

Amuro Tooru nodded silently, but he was just an outsider and didn't say anything. He glanced at Kogoro Mouri, who was stunned on the hospital bed, turned around and went out. Only when he came to the corridor did he ask Hotaru if he would need to do anything here afterward.

"No need, Ms. Yoko Okino, Attorney Kiyoshi, go investigate these two first."

Ying Sheng sighed softly, "You really shouldn't have said you would return that money to me. It greatly reduced your deterrent effect. I wasn't planning on taking it anyway."

Amuro Tooru smiled and said, "I still have to have some principles, don't I? What are you planning to do about Mr. Mori after this, Mr. Suigetsu?"

"Let him do whatever he wants. What else can we do? Anyway, he has a storefront on the first floor. No matter how decadent he is, he won't starve. He doesn't need to worry about Xiaolan's future. Let him do whatever he wants. Don't the magazines say that's how it is in America? Once children become adults, they have to be independent and never see their parents again. It's a very nice family model."

Ying Sheng said casually.

Amuro Tooru, an elderly man on the subway, says on his phone: "Mr. Suigetsu, what magazine are you reading? I've never seen it before."

"Hmm... what about Japanese elementary school students carrying 20 kilograms of weight and hiking 50 kilometers during summer camp?"

"...They were probably special forces soldiers."

"Does that mean the dishes in a restaurant have to be washed seven times?"

"...I understand, Mr. Shuiyue is reading a satirical magazine, it's quite interesting."

"Oh, there are indeed quite a few jokes in it. Anyway, that's all, good luck, Mr. Amuro."

Hotaru hung up the phone, raised his hand to stop Sonoko Suzuki, who was about to speak impatiently, and dialed the next number:

"Hello, is this Ms. Towako?"

I am a friend of Mr. Mori. He is currently suffering a great blow, both physically and mentally, and needs a gentle and virtuous lady to accompany him. Of course, the cost is negotiable, but please don't mention me. Just say that you came out of sympathy and pity after hearing the news that Kanako Mie had sent back to the nightclub.

No, no, no, an appearance fee is a must. If you don't accept the money, I'll think you're just being sympathetic to him.

Okay, that'll be troublesome. Please also bring two bottles of wine with you.

Thank you, you're so understanding. Mr. Mori will be very happy to see you.

As soon as the phone call ended, Hotaru had just lowered his hand halfway when Sonoko quickly asked, "Was that thing on the phone earlier something you set up to frame Uncle Mori?"

"Tsk, how come this is another setup? I'm just an observer." Ying Sheng tilted her head, holding out her hand with a look of disgust. "After listening for so long, all you can tell is this nonsense? Your comprehension is really worrying. Give me back my headphones."

Sonoko quickly covered her right ear and leaned back: "No, there's more to this story later, I want to hear it."

"cut--"

Ying Sheng flipped her wrist and pointed at Xiao Lan, who was intently watching the game at the edge of the field. She sneered, "This is a very important family matter for Xiao Lan. You're treating it like a gossip drama? You fake best friend."

"Hmph, I just wanted to see if I could help. Is there a problem?" Sonoko glanced at him sideways. "But you, that phone call you made to that Miss Towako just now seemed suspicious no matter how you looked at it. You definitely had ulterior motives."

"If that's how you think, there's nothing I can do about it."

"Hey, that's way too perfunctory!"

"To put it simply, the story of Kanako Mie just gave me inspiration. I plan to use this kind of thing to create a conditioned reflex in Mr. Mori, so that he will tremble when he sees a beautiful woman, especially one who takes the initiative to approach him, so that he will not dare to speak. Wouldn't that cure his lustful habit?"

If he's arrogant and likes to brag, and a few more people call him a snotty-nosed like they did just now, it would be good enough if he didn't feel inferior, and he could definitely correct his behavior.

Finally, there's gambling. He doesn't even have any money left, so he definitely can't continue gambling now.

If it doesn't work the first time, try again next month. As long as he's not completely ruined, I don't believe we can't help him.

"Well, isn't my scheme cunning enough?"

Ying Sheng said with a smile.

Sonoko was so shocked she could hardly close her mouth: "You...you really did this for this?"

"Otherwise what? He's Xiaolan's father, you know. Do you think I'd ruin him? Besides, if it weren't for this relationship, we'd be complete strangers. Why would I bother with him?" Ying Sheng said honestly.

Sonoko was stunned again, and after a long while, she spoke in a complicated tone: "You've really changed a lot now."

Ying Sheng smiled, said nothing, and continued watching the game.

Around four o'clock in the afternoon, Amuro Tooru sent Yoko Okino's address. Hotaru glanced at it and raised an eyebrow slightly. 2502, isn't that downstairs from his house?

Hotaru immediately called the Sumiyoshi-kai and asked them to send someone to deliver flyers to apartment 2502 of the Ian Apartments. About ten minutes later, they reported back that no one was home. Hotaru then instructed the person to keep watch outside the Ian Apartments and tell him when Yoko Okino returned.

"So you're a yakuza boss after all," Sonoko said abruptly.

Ying Sheng glanced at her: "Tsk, I forgot you're still wearing headphones. Even Xiao Lan doesn't know about this. Don't tell anyone."

"Hmph, just how many things have you been hiding from Xiaolan?"

"It's not much. We always have to take things one step at a time. By the way, Ran saw me use Chiyoko Kanbara's business card, but she didn't really understand it."