Maori Kogoro's daily life in the science harem

"really……"

He whispered softly, then stood up straight, turned around, and shifted his gaze to the wall of the lounge again.

There was a faint trace of a small bullet hole on the wall.

The subtle mark was almost imperceptible, but in Maori's sharp eyes, it was displayed very clearly.

He looked at her in silence for a few seconds, then lowered his eyes and returned to Jingjing, who was lying on the ground groaning in pain.

Maori stared down at him, his eyes as sharp and cold as an eagle's.

"Mr. Kujirai..." Maori whispered.

Jingjing was startled by his sudden approach and his face suddenly turned pale.

He blinked nervously and shrank back subconsciously, with a flash of panic in his eyes. But soon, he seemed to realize his own gaffe and tried to force a stiff smile.

"Mr. Maori...Mr. Maori,"

His voice was trembling, but he still pretended to be calm and said, "You...you see, my arm is injured...can you help me treat it first?"

Maori's eyes swept over him, finally stopping on his arm.

The wound on Jingjing's right arm was still bleeding slowly, and the blood was dripping onto the deck, which was shocking to see.

However - Maori showed no mercy at all.

"treat?"

He chuckled, a meaningful arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he slowly took out a small object from his pocket.

It was a tennis ball.

"...You are so hard on yourself, Mr. Kujirai."

Mao Li casually played with the tennis ball in his hand, tossed it a few times, and said with a teasing and joking tone, "Since the wound was caused by you before, why treat it now?"

"W-what?"

Kujira's face suddenly changed, and a trace of panic flashed across his eyes, but he immediately pretended to be calm and explained: "Mr. Maori, you...what are you talking about? I don't understand..."

"Oh? You don't understand?"

Mao Li narrowed his eyes, but the smile on his lips became more intense. "That 'gunshot' just now, was it really the sound of a pistol? I think... it doesn't seem to be the sound."

Cold sweat began to appear on Jingjing's forehead, his fingers twitched unconsciously a few times, and his whole body looked a little stiff.

"You shot yourself, then clamped a tennis ball under your armpit to block the blood flow, creating the illusion of blood gushing out instantly... and fell to the ground with a carefully designed 'gunshot' -"

Mao Li's gaze pierced through Kujira's defense like a sharp blade, "All this is just a self-torture trick of yours."

"Mr. Mao, Mr. Maori..."

Jing Jing's expression had become extremely ugly. He laughed dryly, his lips trembling slightly, "Are you kidding me? What's this about self-torture? This is not acting!"

"acting?"

Maori gently tossed the tennis ball a few times, as if he was playing with it casually, then sneered and shook his head, "No, no, no... Your acting skills are better than many movie emperors, Mr. Kujirai."

As he spoke, he suddenly leaned over and gently placed the tennis ball in front of Kujira, looking at him with a smile, "It's just a pity that you didn't come to play in my Titanic."

Hearing Maori's sarcastic ridicule, beads of sweat rolled down Kujira's forehead and deep fear appeared in his eyes.

He swallowed subconsciously and wanted to say something else, but Maori interrupted him mercilessly.

"Your 'shooting' was simply a show."

Mao Li said coldly, with a hint of sharpness in his tone, "You clamped the wound with a tennis ball to create a seemingly sudden bleeding effect, and then used the firecracker mechanism you set up in advance - you fell to the ground at the moment when everyone thought you were shot, making everyone mistakenly believe that there was a killer lying in ambush in the dark."

Kujira's face turned pale and he opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.

"What's the purpose?"

Mao Li slowly stood up straight, the smile on his face completely gone, "It's to cover up the truth."

Seeing that Kujirai was reluctant to respond, Maori snorted, clapped his hands, and looked up at the people around him who were frightened and at a loss.

"Everyone come over here."

"I already know who the real murderer is."

There was silence in the air, everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on Maori.

Chapter 322: Ebina's Pain

"Mauri! Do you really know the murderer?!"

Samezaki Shimaji almost rushed over, his face full of shock and disbelief.

There was a hint of urgency in his eyes, as if Maori's answer would wipe away all his doubts and anxiety.

"Uncle Maori, have you really figured it all out?"

Conan also frowned, unable to hide his confusion and surprise.

He was filled with questions. How could Uncle Maori figure out everything so quickly? Did he overlook some key details?

He felt that he was still trapped in the fog, but Maori's expression was so firm and calm, as if he had grasped all the truth.

Mao Li nodded slightly in response to their questions, with a confident smile on his face.

"Yes, I already know who the murderer is."

His voice was not loud, but it revealed an unquestionable power and a pressure that pierced people's hearts like a sharp blade.

"But before that—"

Mao Li suddenly turned his gaze to the pale-faced Ebina Minoru in the corner, and his tone became low and serious, "Mr. Ebina, please throw away the briefcase in your room first."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes immediately focused on Ebina, who was huddled in the corner.

Ebina, who originally seemed extremely timid, suddenly trembled and stood there in a daze as if he had been struck by lightning.

There was a mixture of confusion and panic in his eyes, and he stared at Maori in disbelief.

"Mr. Mao...Morri? What are you talking about?" Ebina's voice trembled, his eyes full of confusion, "The briefcase...I just carried a few documents with me, why should I throw it away?"

He licked his cracked lips nervously, thinking wildly in his mind.

What's wrong with this man?

Why was he so suspicious of me when I clearly hadn't shown any signs of anything? And how did Maori know that there was something wrong with the briefcase?!

"Could it be... that you are the murderer?"

When Isogai Nagisa heard that Maori named Ebina first, she was so scared that her face turned pale, she screamed, and hid behind Maori reflexively.

The others were also frightened by this sudden accusation and took a step back. Everyone's expression showed a bit of vigilance and fear.

"I...I'm not the murderer!"

Ebina waved his hands quickly and almost collapsed to the ground.

He breathed rapidly, his voice full of panic and helplessness.

Mao Li still looked calm. He looked at Ebina's excitement, coughed lightly, and interrupted him, "Calm down, Mr. Ebina."

His tone was calm and soothing, but also carried an irresistible power, "You are indeed not the murderer, and I didn't say you are."

Ebina was stunned for a moment, staring at Maori blankly, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"but--"

Mao Li's voice suddenly sank, as if a heavy hammer hit Ebina's heart hard, "You may become the next murderer."

"Wha...what?"

Ebina stared at Maori in amazement, his eyes full of confusion and shock, "This... How is this possible..."

"Because..." Mao Li narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Ebina with a gaze as sharp as a knife, "There is a bomb in your briefcase."

"Bomb...a bomb?!"

Everyone gasped in shock at once, and the whole rest room was in an uproar.

Samezaki Shimaji was so scared that he quickly took a few steps back and his face turned pale.

He stared at Ebina with wide eyes, his chest heaving violently, filled with anger and rage.

"Are you crazy, Ebina?! Do you want to blow us all up!"

"No... No, I didn't... How could I do such a thing..."

Ebina quickly shook his head and waved his hands around, as if trying to get rid of some terrible nightmare.

He tried desperately to explain, but Maori's sharp gaze was like a nail, nailing him to the spot.

"Why do you know?"

He muttered to himself, his eyes full of fear, "Why...why do you know?"

"why?"

Mao Li chuckled, then pointed to his nose and said calmly, "I smelled it when I went to your room with you. My sense of smell is much more sensitive than that of ordinary people. And your briefcase, although it looks like an ordinary briefcase, is not a professional closed structure, and the smell of explosives is emanating from it."

Ebina's face suddenly turned pale, and his whole body was shaking, as if his soul had been pulled out.

"You...you monster..."

He gritted his teeth and his body trembled with excessive tension and anger.

"Is it really a bomb?!"

Samezaki Shimaji almost roared out in fear. He strode in front of Ebina, grabbed him by the collar, and glared at him, "You are crazy! What on earth do you want to do!"

Ebina closed his eyes tightly, his body as stiff as a stone sculpture.

His face turned livid, and his original cowardly attitude disappeared, replaced by an extreme pain and anger.

"I should blow you up!"

He growled through gnashing teeth, his voice filled with uncontrollable anger, "Kill all of you bastards!"

There was a flame of hatred burning in Ebina's eyes as he stared at Samezaki Shimaji as if he wanted to eat the man in front of him alive.

"Especially you - Samezaki Shimaharu!" His voice became sharp and desperate, "If you had caught Ye Caisan's gang sooner, if you had received my message at that time... my Mihai would not have died!"

His voice seemed to carry countless sorrows and pains, echoing in the lounge. Everyone was shocked by his anger and grief, and was speechless for a while.

"Mi Hai..." Samezaki Shimaji stood there in a daze as if struck by lightning. His eyes became blank and his body was stiff as if he had lost all his strength.

Samezaki Miumi...that was his daughter's name.

That year, Ye Caisan's gang brutally shot and killed his daughter during a robbery, and the memory still lingers in his dreams.

That is also the reason why Samezaki Shimaji has always been obsessed with the name Ye Caisan - because his hatred for Ye Caisan has already penetrated deep into his bones and cannot be erased.

"you……"

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

All the anger and hatred were drowned by endless pain at this moment. He felt as if his chest was pierced by something and blood was flowing.

"Samezaki Shimaharu, you bastard!"

Ebina burst into tears, his voice filled with heart-wrenching pain and resentment, "You are just an incompetent waste... Mihai's death is all because of you!!"

He burst into tears, his tears mixed with endless anger and hatred, as if he wanted to vent all the pain that had been accumulated in his heart for many years.

Chapter 323 What Kind of Monster Are You?

"So... you are the young man who cried the most at Mei Hai's funeral..."

There was a hint of surprise and realization in Samezaki Shimaji's voice, and his eyes fell straight on Ebina's face, as if he wanted to find the crying figure in his memory from that familiar yet unfamiliar outline.

He murmured softly, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down with difficulty.

At that time, he saw a young man at his daughter Mei Hai's funeral. He covered his face and cried until he was hoarse. He almost collapsed to the ground and couldn't even stand.

Samezaki Shimaji remembered it very clearly, because at that funeral, everyone was sad and painful for the death of his daughter, but only that young man cried so uncontrollably and was so grief-stricken, as if he had lost the most precious treasure in the world.

"I wanted to find you at that time, but later..."

Samezaki Shimaji shook his head painfully, regret and self-blame flashing in his eyes, "No matter how hard I search, I can't find you..."

"Because I changed my identity and moved to another city!"