Maori Kogoro's daily life in the science harem

He had originally told everyone to stay in the lounge, but now only the two of them were left here, and the rest had disappeared.

A trace of worry flashed across Xiaolan's face, and she explained hastily, "No, Dad! There was another gunshot on the boat just now. Mr. Samezaki was the first to run out, and then everyone followed him out..."

"Yeah yeah!"

Toyama Kazuha interrupted, with dissatisfaction on her face, complaining to Maori, "Especially that guy Hattori, he ran faster than anyone else! And he even dragged Conan along with him!"

"What? Gunshots?"

Mao Li was stunned for a moment, a trace of doubt flashed across his face, "Why didn't I hear any gunshots?"

He glanced around and looked at the dark sea outside the window, his brows deeply furrowed.

He tried hard to recall the scene in Isogai Nagisa's room just now. Indeed, he did not hear any gunshots.

But it stands to reason that the St. Verni was sailing on the vast ocean, and if there was any gunfire, he would definitely be able to hear it.

"really……"

A cold light flashed in Maori's eyes, and he had a bad premonition in his heart - in the original plot, the criminal had used firecrackers to simulate gunshots and deliberately attracted everyone away from their original positions.

Now, the scene before my eyes is surprisingly similar to the plot of the original novel!

"Damn..."

Mao Li clenched his teeth, and various possible inferences quickly turned in his mind. "If I didn't hear the gunshot this time, it means that this was not a real gunshot at all, but an illusion created by the criminals using firecrackers!"

In other words, the criminal used fake gunshots to lure everyone away in order to create the next murder!

If everyone doesn't come back quickly, something might happen!

"Oh no! Call everyone back!"

Mao Li's face suddenly changed, and he rushed out almost subconsciously, shouting sternly to the three people behind him: "Lan, He Ye! You and Miss Nagisa stay here, don't go out!"

After saying that, he rushed out of the lounge and ran along the dim corridor.

As he ran, he shouted loudly: "Everyone, come back! Get back to the lounge quickly!"

Maori's voice echoed in the empty cabin. He ran all the way. Gradually, everyone gathered together and returned to the lounge.

……

In the lounge.

Everyone stood there with pale faces and nervous expressions, obviously frightened by the gunshot just now.

Maori stood in front of them, looking at them coldly.

"Are you guys all going to die? Just run away like that! The criminals want you to run around! Don't you understand?!"

Maori roared angrily, and Samezaki Shimaji's face became extremely ugly. He lowered his head, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, and he stammered, "...I'm sorry...I was too impulsive...After hearing the gunshots, I was the first to rush out...I...I just wanted to confirm..."

"Confirm what? You are putting your life at risk!"

Maori stared at him coldly, "Samezaki-senpai, if you run around again next time, I can't guarantee that you will come back alive!"

Everyone was silent, not daring to say another word.

At this moment, Conan's voice suddenly sounded, breaking the silence.

"Wait! Where's Hattori? Has everyone seen Hattori-san?"

Conan looked around anxiously, his sharp eyes scanning everyone's face, his expression becoming more and more uneasy.

He remembered that Hattori Heiji had clearly pulled him out, but later, he was lost in the chaos.

"...Hattori?"

When Maori heard the name, his heart suddenly sank. He quickly scanned the surroundings, and sure enough, he did not see the figure of the young Osaka detective.

"No, he went on deck..."

Ebina whispered timidly, with obvious panic in his voice, "I... I remember he ran over there... but... but I didn't see him come back..."

Maori's brows furrowed deeply, and the feeling of uneasiness in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

If Hattori Heiji really went to the deck and hasn't returned yet, then it's very likely that he has encountered an accident...

Could it be that the criminal deliberately led Hattori to the deck, and then...

"He...could something have happened to him?"

Conan has a bad feeling in his heart. Damn it. That guy from the Fukurobu family...

At this moment, the whale well suddenly erupted!

"He shot me just to kill me! I don't want to die!"

Kujirai's emotions completely collapsed. His bloodshot eyes stared at Maori. He grabbed his sleeve as if he had found a life-saving straw and said in a voice that was almost crying: "I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything I know! As long as you are willing to protect me!"

Maori couldn't help but frown at his miserable appearance and extremely frightened expression.

"Calm down, Mr. Kujirai! Now is not the time to panic."

Mao Li calmed down and tried to comfort the man who was on the verge of mental breakdown, "What do you know? Tell me."

Kujira's breathing was rapid, and cold sweat had seeped out of his forehead. He tightly grasped Maori's arm, and his knuckles were almost white. "He is coming for me! Do you know? He is coming for me! He knows that I am still alive... He knows who I was back then... He will kill me! I don't want to die! I don't want to be hunted down again!"

"Calm down and tell me everything!" Mao Li said sternly, "Only if you tell me the truth can I truly protect you!"

Jingjing's face was as pale as a piece of white paper, and his whole body was trembling slightly, as if he would collapse at any time.

Maori stared at him and was about to ask, but he saw that Kujira's Adam's apple rolled unnaturally a few times, as if he was forcibly swallowing a mouthful of heavy saliva, and his eyes were filled with unspeakable fear.

"What do you know?" Mao Li emphasized, trying to draw his attention back, "Tell me now!"

Jingjing's breathing was rapid. He seemed to have finally made up his mind. He opened his mouth with difficulty, and his voice was hoarse and intermittent:

"I...I used to..."

However, at this moment——

"boom!"

A sharp and piercing gunshot suddenly broke the quiet air!

The sound of the gunshot echoed in everyone's ears like a thunderclap, and everyone's nerves were instantly tense!

"what--!"

Jingjing let out a shrill scream, he covered his right arm with both hands, staggered back a few steps, then fell heavily to the ground, curled up in pain, blood immediately seeped out from between his fingers, dripped down his sleeves and onto the cold deck.

"Mr. Kujirai!"

Mao Li was so shocked by the sudden situation that his eyes widened and his face turned pale in an instant.

He glanced around quickly, trying to find the shooter, but all he could see was the swaying boat and the surging dark sea.

"Shooting?!" he whispered, his voice full of anger, "Everyone, find cover!"

He shouted loudly, almost subconsciously protecting Xiaolan, Yuanshan and Ye behind him.

When everyone heard Maori's warning, they scattered in fear and hid behind various obstacles around the lounge: some hid behind the heavy sofas, some curled up beside the armchairs, and some just lay on the ground with their hands on their heads, obviously frightened by the sudden attack.

Maori quickly analyzed the situation, his eyes fixed on the direction where Kujira fell.

He moved his nose slightly, but found that he could not smell any smell of gunpowder at all.

wrong……

Alarm bells suddenly rang in Maori's heart.

He raised his eyes again and looked at the arm that Jingjing was covering. The blood gushing out from there was shocking.

But the strange thing is, if someone really was shooting with a gun, why didn't I smell even a trace of gunpowder?

Unless—this wasn’t just any ordinary pistol shooting, this was…

"Mori, Mr. Kujirai is injured!"

At this time, Samezaki Shimaharu had quickly come to Kujirai's side, knelt on the ground, and checked his injuries with an anxious expression.

"It's a gunshot wound, and it's bleeding!" Samezaki Shimaji's face turned pale and he looked up at Maori.

He had just been severely reprimanded by Mao Li, but the current situation seemed to have ignited some kind of fanatical obsession in him.

"Damn it! It's that Ye Caisan again! It must be him!"

Samezaki growled with gritted teeth, as if he had already determined that the shooting was done by Ye Caisan, "What on earth does this guy want to do?!"

"Wait! Calm down first—"

Before Mao Li could stop it, he heard a trembling cry.

"There seems to be a figure over there!"

Ebina cautiously poked his head out from behind a shelter in the corner of the lounge and pointed at the dim bow of the ship in the distance, his voice trembling with fear.

Maori followed his gaze and saw dark shadows on the deck at the bow. The sea was pitch black, and only the faint light from the hull could barely illuminate a small part of the deck.

In the dim light, you can vaguely see a blurry figure standing there quietly.

"There really is someone there!"

Ebina said in a trembling voice, and he almost curled up, as if the blurry figure was a nightmare.

At this moment, Samezaki Shimaji seemed to have some kind of anger ignited in his heart. He suddenly raised his head and stared at the black shadow fiercely.

"Ye Caisan! You are Ye Caisan! You have nowhere to escape now! Damn you!"

He roared almost like a madman, then jumped up from Jingjing like an angry bull, and quickly took cover from the nearby cover and rushed towards the vague black shadow.

Chapter 321 I Already Know the Truth

"Wait, don't be impulsive!"

Maori shouted sharply, his eyes fixed on the motionless figure, and a sense of uneasiness suddenly arose in his heart - that figure had been standing there motionless since the beginning, without even a slight sign of trembling.

How could this be a living person?

An ominous premonition flashed through his mind, but Samezaki's figure had already rushed over quickly.

"Stop right there! Ye Caisan - you devil! I'm going to catch you with my own hands!"

Samezaki Shimaji's roar echoed on the deck, his eyes burning with flames of hatred, he leaped onto the deck and knocked the figure to the ground.

however--

“What…?!” Samezaki was stunned. His pupils suddenly contracted and his whole body froze in place, as if he was under a spell and couldn’t move.

The figure he pounced on didn't struggle or react at all, and remained lying on the deck in a stiff posture.

Maori's face darkened and he quickly followed. He stood behind Samezaki and looked at the figure lying on the ground. His heart suddenly tightened.

That's Kanie's body!

Kanie was seen wearing his original clothes, his eyes wide open, as if he had experienced extreme fear before his death.

There was a small gunshot wound on his temple, and the blood had already coagulated. It was obvious that he had been dead for a long time!

"how come……"

Samezaki lowered his head in a daze, as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water over his head. His body kept shaking, and he could hardly accept the facts before him, "How is it possible... this... how can this..."

Maori looked at Kanie's body in front of him, and was shocked while countless images flashed through his mind.

He took a deep breath and connected all the fragmented clues in his mind again.

From Kanie's disappearance, to Furukawa Dai's true identity revealed by Isogai Nagisa, to the strange gunshots and Kujirai's scheming behavior - every detail is like a puzzle piece, gradually piecing together the full picture of the truth.

"So that's it..."

Maori muttered to himself, his eyes gradually becoming sharper.

Everything is clear.

At this moment, a flash of lightning seemed to flash through his mind, completely clearing up all the doubts and contradictions.

He turned around quickly, leaving Samezaki behind, and walked quickly towards the lounge, his movements firm and his steps steady.

In the lounge, everyone else had already been panicked by the chaotic scene before them. Seeing Maori walking towards them with such a serious expression, everyone looked at him nervously, not knowing what had happened.

Maori walked straight to the window of the lounge, swept his eyes across the windowsill, and locked his sharp eyes on a tiny hole in the window.

He gently touched the hole with his fingers, rubbing his fingertips back and forth on the hard glass surface.