Acting Tips for Conan World

Hattori Heiji stood in the center of everyone's attention with a very confident expression, "If we want to solve this case, the most important tool is this!"

He took out a pen and showed it to everyone, "Yes, it's the disappearing pen!"

"Disappearing pen?" All the reporters present were a little confused.

"The principle of the disappearing pen is to use volatile substances or change the pH value when in contact with air, causing the ink to disappear and become transparent. The main colors are black, blue-black, blue, purple... and red!"

Because this matter was of great importance, Hattori Heiji did not keep the audience in suspense, but pointed out the key point of the incident right away.

"That is to say, the so-called disappearance of scars and resurrection you saw was not due to any resurrection medicine. It was just that they calculated the time in advance and asked a photographer to record it. The ink gradually disappeared from the outside of the first painting to the middle of the second painting!"

"Although the photographer took the photo at close range, he was afraid so he didn't zoom in to take the photo. The observation deck was very high, and except for the prophet and the robot, none of us could see the wounds on the corpse up close. We could only roughly see a patch of red disappearing."

A reporter immediately stood up to express his objection, "This is not right! If it was drawn with ink, wouldn't you have discovered that the person was still alive when you examined the body?"

"Because it's a real body."

Hattori Heiji had a serious expression. "After the murderer killed the victim, he created wounds on the victim's body using the special effects makeup used by his accomplice who played the role of the skeleton captain. After everyone returned to the cabin, the fake skeleton captain came out from hiding, changed into the victim's clothes, and threw the victim's body into the sea... The ship was sailing in the deep sea at the time, and the victim with wounds on his body would soon be discovered and eaten by fish. The sea water tide is unpredictable, and it is difficult to find a body with only a skeleton left."

He took out a mask and put it on his head, gesturing for a moment. "The wounds on the body were special effects makeup drawn with a vanishing pen. The blood scabs that fell off were just a layer of powder that absorbed moisture from the air and swelled beforehand. The two daggers on the eyes were retractable daggers like those in a theatrical performance."

Hattori Heiji raised his finger, "There was a fistful of blood on the eye socket of the mask. When the robot pulled out the retractable daggers on its eyes, the blood was broken, creating the illusion of blood flowing out of the eyes. In fact, everything is just a trick!"

The reporters looked at each other.

Kudo Shinichi's explanation seemed very reasonable. "But what about the murderer and the person disguised as Captain Skull?"

One reporter asked unwillingly, "We searched the entire ship at the time, and no one had time to commit the crime!"

"No, there is!"

Hattori Heiji's eyes lit up surprisingly, "The murderer was hiding in front of everyone, but I didn't think of it at the time!"

Chapter 371 The Detective's "Truth"

"When the group was gathering, several people in the demon group saw the robot's hands and feet fall off and then put back on. At that time, it was the werewolves in the same group who helped the robot put its hands and feet back on. This shows that the werewolves and the robots are most likely accomplices."

Hattori Heiji arranged his words and guided the reporters present, and all the citizens who would hear his reasoning through this press conference and the reporters' reports, "The robot's hands and feet are controlled by a device. In other words, as long as the device is there, it doesn't matter if there is a human inside the robot's body. The person holding the control device will make the robot move."

"The werewolf holding the control device doesn't need to make any complicated movements. He just needs to walk around within the sight of his teammates, and he can naturally create the illusion that the person inside the robot's body is still there."

"At this time, the man in the middle, who had long been dressed up as the most common zombie ghost character, came to the deck, killed the captain, and then imitated the captain's voice to call everyone to the deck. His outfit was the best decoy, and he could easily blend into the crowd. When everyone's attention was on the corpse, it was easy for him to quietly return to the robot!"

Everyone in the Conan world loves reasoning. Even the murderer of manslaughter can come up with a trick that makes the detectives scratch their heads in just a few minutes. Naturally, the reporter quickly followed Hattori Heiji's thinking, "Then the murderer is Fukuura Chizo! In this case, who is the deceased?"

"No, the deceased is definitely Fukuura Chizo himself. In order to provide the coroner with a reference to the body's initial state of death and make an accurate judgment, I took a photo of the body with my camera when I first touched it. Whether it was the old wounds on the legs or the calluses on the hands, I was able to confirm that it was Fukuura Chizo."

Hattori Heiji's eyes were burning, "Young man

If you think about it, both the werewolf and the prophet are hiding their faces, so why is it that only Fukuura Chizo has revealed his appearance? "

“Just to fabricate ATRT

It's just a lie that you can come back from the dead!"

"What a great deduction... As expected of Kudo Shinichi! But can this really be done?" Another reporter asked, "Can someone disguise himself to be exactly like Fukuura Chizo?"

"Ah, of course."

Although Hattori Heiji voluntarily disguised himself as Kudo to help him clear the suspicion of being still alive, he was clearly the one who was reasoning, but he was still called "Kudo Kudo", which was very unpleasant for the competitive young man.

He was so happy that he turned his head 45 degrees without hesitation and struck the most handsome pose, "Because! No one here can recognize that I'm not Kudo Shinichi!"

Looking at this boy who looked even darker after taking off his mask, who had a comparison with the pretty boy Kudo, the reporters in Tokyo looked at each other in bewilderment. "Who is this?"

"I do not know?"

"Are you from Osaka? I was just wondering why Kudo Shinichi kept speaking with an Osaka accent. I thought he had gone to Osaka to hide his identity and solve a case since we hadn't heard from him for a few months. But now he can't get his Osaka accent back. I was wondering whether I should remind him?"

"Me too!"

Hattori Heiji was so angry that his head was full of hash marks. Finally, an Osaka reporter who saw the live broadcast on the big screen and immediately took the Shinkansen to Tokyo to get first-hand information used his super long lung capacity and Osaka's most representative loud voice to suppress the discussions of the Tokyo reporters, "Isn't this our Osaka high school detective Hattori Heiji!"

He stepped directly on the stool, his face smiling like a flower, "The son of our Osaka Prefectural Police Chief Hattori Heizo, with superb swordsmanship, he single-handedly defeated all the Osaka Prefectural Police - our most popular detective boy in Osaka!"

The reporters in Tokyo couldn't stand seeing the Osaka people showing off in Tokyo, so they started with the most typical Japanese sarcasm, "So strong, so strong, worthy of being called Osaka's muscle monster, but what does this have to do with detectives?"

The Osaka reporter raised his thick eyebrows and said, "What about Kudo from Kanto? Why don't you ask him to solve the case instead of asking Hattori from Kansai for help?"

The reporters in Tokyo gritted their teeth: - Damn Osaka guys!

Hattori Heiji coughed, trying his best not to show an exaggerated expression of excitement. "Well, before I told you my reasoning, I told the police to control the werewolf first. Through the werewolf, we can probably follow the clues and find the other criminals!"

He left the boat triumphantly, away from everyone, in the interrogation tent set up by the police, and suddenly heaved a sigh of relief, his expression tired, "Is this considered a trick?"

Officer Gao Mu, who came in with him, widened his eyes. "Wait, what do you mean by that? Is your reasoning just now false?"

"Haha, if even a police officer like you thinks it's okay, then I'll feel more at ease."

Hattori Heiji sat down on the ground exhausted. "It's fake, but not really fake. At least I think my reasoning about the crime process is correct."

Officer Gao Mu went over the whole thing again but couldn't think of anything wrong. "So what are you hiding?"

What is being hidden?

Hattori Heiji narrowed his eyes, "Of course it's about Fukuura Chizo. I don't know where the dead man came from. His features are similar to Fukuura Chizo, but that's just the features. The family members won't pay attention to other subtle details except for the similar features. It's normal that they think it's Fukuura."

"But did you notice the part in the video where the robot rises directly from the pillar of the observation tower to the observation tower? How do you think it got up there? Was it really a flat-bottomed helicopter?"

Officer Takagi groaned. He still had another try. "It's magnetism, right?"

"Yes, I just checked. Part of the pillar is hollow, with slide rails and large iron stones inside. Just like the robot sucks its hands and feet onto its body, the iron stones on the pillar are manipulated to rise up. The robot is attracted by magnetism and naturally rises with it. However, only the captain, Chizo Fukuura, can complete such a project, right?"

Hattori Heiji had a gentle expression, "Even with this explanation, I believe that there are many resurrection drugs out there. The reason why we concealed Fukuura Chizo's affairs was to relax the Dragon Group's vigilance and follow the clues. It was also for the peace of his family."

Looking at Officer Takagi's expression of sudden realization, Hattori Heiji put on his hat and lowered the brim.

Finding out the truth is the responsibility and obligation of a detective.

He closed his eyes and recalled the scene of the bloodshot veins gradually closing and healing.

The same is true for fabricating truths that the public needs.

Chapter 372 Vermouth's Flexible Mission Execution Standards

After finishing the matter here, Hattori Heiji turned his attention back to the headset that suddenly broke down.

"Kudo?"

He tapped the headset and tried to connect again, but the other end couldn't get through.

Was there any accident?

Hattori Heiji was actively trying to contact a taxi, preparing to rush back to Tokyo overnight, when Officer Takagi received another call. His face changed drastically, "He ran away... The werewolf ran away!"

"what?"

Hattori Heiji died immediately

The call has not been connected yet, "Take me there quickly!"

He took one last look at his phone, sent a message to Yukiko hoping she would come back soon, and then put the phone back in his pocket.

Don't be in trouble, Kudo!

//

"So, Teacher Judy has been dealing with Conan and the kidnapper before..."

Mao Lilan only felt a gust of cold wind behind her. She hugged her arms and shivered. Her face turned pale and she looked around, wanting to tell Shinichi about this terrible thing.

Officer Chiba pointed to the general ward next door and said, "Although he didn't suffer any serious injuries, a child this young could easily get a fever due to excessive shock after encountering such a terrible thing, so he was placed in the general ward for care. The doctor wanted him to take a nap and rest, but he refused to sleep... I hope you can comfort him."

"Thank you!"

Mao Lilan walked quickly to Conan's ward, "Conan, are you okay?"

She stopped at the door, rubbed her eyes, and couldn't help but speak very softly, so softly that no one could hear it.

"Conan?"

Under the moonlight, Conan sat on the bed, with his head down, staring blankly at the white sheets as if there was nothing in front of him.

It's like a stone sculpture, chiseled into shape, beaten, eroded, worn and weathered by wind and rain.

It will break if you touch it lightly.

Mao Lilan stood at the door, not daring to move, for fear that the breeze brought by a step would blow him to pieces.

Although she asked Conan if he was okay, she didn't think Conan would be in trouble.

After all, that's Shinichi!

He is always full of confidence, always cocky and invincible, and nothing can stop him.

Why would such a Shinichi...

"Ah, Xiaolan."

Conan slowly raised his head and looked towards the door. Seeing that it was Mao Lilan, he forced himself to cheer up and said, "I'm sorry for asking you to pick me up so late."

"What happened?"

Mao Lilan walked to the bedside at a loss, "You look... not well."

"Is it so obvious?"

Conan wanted to smile, but he tried several times, but the corners of his mouth couldn't move. He turned his head away, "I... am thinking."

"Thinking?" Mao Lilan didn't know what to say and could only repeat herself.

"Well, I was thinking about why I felt that everything would go according to my plan as a matter of course, and why I felt that every chess piece would be placed where I wanted it to be."

"You took it for granted, you were too arrogant, so it was only natural that your opponent took over your next move. One wrong move leads to another, and having your king captured is a lesson you should learn."

"but……"

Conan hugged his head, and his clear childish voice became hoarse, "But this is reality, not a chess field for chess players. If you lose, there is no way to start over."

A dead person is not like a captured chess piece that can be put back on the chessboard.

Ah, did Haibara promise Ayumi that she would bring the Kamen Rider autographed card that her sister asked for to school next Monday?

Ah, this is the first time we met Miyano Shiho.

Ah, what were you going to say just now? What were you thinking about just now?

His mind... was in a mess, as if someone was holding a giant loudspeaker, shouting in his mind over and over again.

It was you who killed Huibara!

It was you who killed Huibara!

"Shinichi!"

Mao Lilan hugged Conan in fear, not caring that they were outside and someone might push the door in at any time, and directly called out Shinichi's name, "Don't show that expression, is there something sad? Tell me, okay?"

However, Conan did not say anything until the very end, as if the catharsis he had previously expressed using the chess metaphor was already the most outrageous loss of control.

"Let's go home, Sister Xiaolan."

Looking at Conan's innocent smiling face, Mao Lilan's heart seemed to be clenched and loosened by an invisible big hand.

It was completely empty.

//

Vermouth parked the car deep in the forest. She felt dizzy from excessive blood loss.

Fortunately, although the snake venom woman was usually crazy, she was still reliable when she was on a mission. Finally, I got there before she bled to death and opened the car door. "Wow, you were beaten so badly!"

Venom poked his head towards the back seat again. "Ah, it seems Sherry is in a worse situation. Did you two fight? A researcher and an intelligence team fighting seems a bit like... playing Russian roulette?"

…I take back what I said.

Vermouth's breathing suddenly became rapid, her heart beat faster, her blood flowed faster, and she lost blood faster.

She coughed twice. "I met Shuichi Akai and got tricked. Why did you come so late? It shouldn't be difficult to play Judy and lure the FBI away."

"It's not difficult, but who can blame Judy for having a beautiful lady sleeping in her trunk?"

Mayuka Kirigiri yawned loudly. "I felt something was wrong when I turned the corner. I felt like there was something in the trunk. I got out of the car to check and found that the girl named Mao Lilan from Judy's class was lying in the trunk. I don't know how long she had been hiding in there... She must have been playing truth or dare with her classmates and ran into my trap—"

Vermouth's pupils suddenly shrank, "You killed her?"

"Metaphor, metaphor! Vermouth, when you were in junior high school,

You must not have learned Chinese well."