Zongman: This friendly communication system is too friendly

"Ah? Hahaha, that's not true. It's just that this guy likes to watch detective dramas."

Asai Narumi's words made Uncle Mori burst into laughter, and his right hand involuntarily touched the back of his head.

Fortunately, he still had some control and didn't stick out his tongue and laugh strangely.

With a slight smile, Asai Narimi continued to explain, "It's actually not that strange. It's just a rumor."

"It is said that when Mr. Kameyama suffered a heart attack, he was in the community center and collapsed on a piano."

"I don't know who told it, maybe someone near the community center, but the news got out anyway."

"Mr. Kameyama died of a heart attack, and the piano actually played a piece of music on its own, saying it was commemorating the deceased."

"And that's not all. I heard that the piano in the community center belonged to Mr. Keiji Aso. It was only placed in the community center as a memorial after his death."

"The piano of a long-dead person was involved in the death of another person. Since then, this island has had a new legend."

"It's been rumored that the piano is haunted by the ghost of Keiji Aso, who murdered Mr. Kameyama, and that he played the funeral piano piece for Mr. Kameyama."

Asai Narumi's voice became increasingly cold as he spoke.

As he finished speaking, everyone present stared.

Xiaolan couldn't help but swallow her saliva twice.

He pressed Conan hard into his arms, holding him tightly, with a dazed look on his face: "Ghost... kills people?"

It seemed that what Asai Narumi said was very touching, and there was indeed a good atmosphere in this small doctor's office. Wang Changsheng found that Xiaolan's feet were trembling, as if they were a little weak.

Fortunately, she was sitting down, otherwise she would have sat down on the ground while Asai Narumi was talking.

"Are all girls afraid of ghosts? Xiaoying is the same." Wang Changsheng pursed his lips and couldn't help but look at Yuanmei again.

"That's not true. Zhishi isn't afraid of ghosts, but it's normal for girls to see strange things more easily since they have a strong yin energy."

If Sakura is afraid of ghosts and the like, it's because she was often frightened by Touya when she was a child.

What's the reason for Xiaolan?

"Could it be that Uncle Maori also scared Xiaolan with ghosts every day when she was a child?"

Conan was held tightly in Xiaolan's arms, with the back of his head pressed against her chest. His cheeks were flushed, but he curled his lips in disapproval of Asai Narimi's words.

He coughed dryly twice, then began to babble in a childish voice: "Don't be afraid, Sister Xiaolan, the doctor just said it was just a rumor!"

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"How could there be ghosts in the world? That's simply impossible~! Sister Xiaolan, you guys said I watched too many detective movies, but I think you watched too many horror movies."

Conan tilted his head back and his voice sounded naive, indeed like a child who had only been in elementary school for less than two years.

"Didn't the doctor just say that Mr. Kameyama died of a sudden heart attack? As for those rumors that followed, they were probably just coincidences."

Uncle Maori also expressed his disbelief. "So, according to what you said, Dr. Asai, the person who knew Keiji Aso and came from a well-off family was either Mr. Kawashima Hideo or Mr. Kuroiwa Tatsuji?"

He did not take into consideration what Asai Narumi mentioned about Nishimoto Kenna. After all, Asai Narumi said that this guy was an unemployed vagrant who had no job on the island.

How could someone without a job and income easily spend a decent commission to pull off these pranks?

"Judging from the current situation, it is very likely to be the case!" Conan touched his chin in a sneaky way, making a thoughtful look, which made Xiaolan couldn't help laughing and touched his head.

But he didn't stop there. Instead, he looked up and asked Asai Narimi, "Doctor, speaking of which, Mr. Nishimoto Ken, since he's unemployed, how does he survive? Is it some kind of welfare policy on the island?"

"I don't know much about this, but I don't think so." Asai Narumi thought seriously. He slowly shook his head, denying Conan's statement.

"Oh? Could it be that Mr. Nishimoto Ken's life is not as poor as we imagined?" Xiaolan asked curiously.

"Of course not." Asai Narumi looked hesitant, as if he was hesitating whether to tell Uncle Mori and the others something.

Finally, he seemed to have made up his mind, acting cautiously and lowering his voice: "I heard from the old man that Mr. Xiben is unemployed, but from what I have observed, Mr. Xiben does not look like someone who lives in financial difficulty."

"Besides that, another patient I had previously treated mentioned Mr. Nishimoto to me, because they seemed to have a good relationship at the time.

When I was treating him, I discovered that his liver wasn't in good condition. After asking him, I learned that he went drinking with Mr. Xiben almost every day, and he even did some worse things..."

Asai Narumi glanced at the two children present, as well as Xiaolan who seemed to be at school as well, and did not clearly indicate what bad thing had happened.

But since he is a person who loves to drink every day, you can easily imagine the bad things he might encounter.

It's nothing more than gambling and other things.

And from what I heard, that guy named Ken Nishimoto doesn't seem to have a partner. How does he usually vent his emotions? Does he have to do it by himself every day?

It doesn't sound like something someone with Ken Nishimoto's personality would do.

In other words, in order to vent his emotions, he would definitely go find some street prostitutes.

This is of course not free.

That is to say, whether it is this, drinking, or gambling.

Each of these things is a huge expense.

If this is true, how can a jobless vagrant afford such heavy consumption?

After hearing what Asai Narimi said, Conan couldn't help but look thoughtful: "So, it's not just Kuroiwa and Kawashima, but even this Nishimoto Ken who has the ability to send us a letter of commission?"

"After all, this is a not-insignificant fee. Although Nishimoto Ken lives a life of debauchery, considering his circumstances, it probably won't be difficult for him to pay this commission. By the way, these three people seem to be in cahoots with Aso Keiji..."

Bang!

"Ouch—"

Conan was expressing his own opinions when he suddenly felt a shadow falling in front of his eyes, followed by a muffled sound and then a sharp pain on his head.

He immediately covered his head.

The familiar pain and the big lump on his head made him cry uncontrollably.

"It hurts, it hurts..." Conan gasped.

"Dad, why did you suddenly hit Conan?" Xiaolan raised her head slightly, stared at Uncle Maori in front of her, and protested with great dissatisfaction.

Uncle Maori ignored Xiaolan and just lectured Conan: "I've already told you that we are here. It's not your turn to act like an adult and interrupt our conversation, asking questions all the time. If you do that again, I will teach you a lesson!"

Uncle Maori glared at Conan fiercely, and the latter trembled with fear. He didn't dare to say anything more, but just struggled to get into Xiaolan's arms, with half of his face pressed against her chest.

Wang Changsheng, who was standing next to him, saw this scene and felt very nervous. He didn't know what to say.

Why can this brat take advantage so openly?

Is there anyone who can take care of this?

After teaching Conan a lesson, when Uncle Maori turned his head and fixed his gaze on Asai Narimi again and looked into his eyes, he had learned all the Chinese quintessence and his face suddenly changed from stern to kind.

He smiled and said softly to Asai Narimi, "I'm really sorry that I made a fool of myself, Dr. Asai. Please don't mind it."

"..." Asai Narumi looked at the two big bumps on Conan's head, which looked like the body of a snowman, big at the bottom and small at the top.

He couldn't help but twitch his lips for a moment, and quickly waved his hand: "It doesn't matter... ahem, anyway, these are the ones who seem to have a good relationship with Mr. Aso Keiji. If you have any more questions, I can't answer them, you can go ask them."

"Today is the anniversary of the former village chief. The island's civic administration will hold a memorial service, and those people should be there."

Asai Narimi smiled and said to Uncle Mori and Sonomi, "After all, they are old friends."

"Doctor sister, do you know this former village chief?" Conan only remembered the beating and didn't remember the pain, and tried to ask questions under the coercion of Uncle Maori.

There was no way, he really wanted to ask this question.

After all, he had previously guessed that when Asai Narumi first arrived on the island, he happened to encounter the death of the former village chief.

Although it's not very important, he just wants to confirm it.

Asai Narimi paused, but didn't deny it. Instead, he admitted it generously: "I wouldn't say I knew him. The village chief had passed away when I first arrived on the island, and the villagers asked me to see the body."

"But no matter what, it's fate, so I will attend today's memorial service." Asai Narimi raised his lips. "Of course, even if there are no patients scheduled today, I will have to wait until after get off work to go. Otherwise, if someone feels unwell and comes to the hospital for treatment, I won't be there. That would be a huge waste of time. I don't want my patients to suffer for too long."

"Dr. Asai is such a kind person!" Uncle Maori praised. "I think if all doctors in the world were like you, Dr. Asai, it would be perfect."

"In that case, why don't we take our leave now?" Having basically asked Asai Narimi everything she wanted to know, Sonomi slowly stood up and nodded to Asai Narimi politely but with a hint of distance. "Thank you very much for telling us this; it's very useful."

"Yes, thank you so much." Uncle Maori nodded repeatedly.

"You're welcome. It's my honor to help you." Asai Narimi smiled slightly and stood up. "Then I won't see you off. I still have some information to sort out."

"No need to see me off, no need to see me off." Uncle Maori waved his hand immediately after hearing this. "Since you are still busy, we won't bother you anymore."

With that, the two adults turned and left. Conan and the other juniors hurriedly followed, and Wang Changsheng fell behind at the end.

Just as they were about to leave, Wang Changsheng felt something in his heart. He turned around and happened to see Asai Narimi looking at them with a smile.

Seeing Wang Changsheng turn around, he raised a gentle and bright smile.

Wang Changsheng nodded at him, then took Linghuan Xinlong away.

When leaving the hospital, the nurse also asked about Wang Changsheng's condition.

He pointed to the medicine in Linghuan Xinlong's hand, indicating that he would be fine after taking some medicine when he got home.

After stepping out of the hospital gate, Wang Changsheng fell at the back of the group, frowning and thinking.

"A memorial service...is there such a service?" He scratched his head, vaguely remembering that there seemed to be such a thing.

Also, did Cheng Shi start killing people from this memorial service?

As he was thinking, Wang Changsheng's attention was attracted by the two big bags dangling on the head of Conan who was walking in front of him.

"puff……"

He couldn't help but laugh.

"How can there really be such a big bag? This is too funny, right? Hahaha..."

Wang Changsheng couldn't help but let out a goose cry.

Conan, who was walking in front of him, heard the laughter coming from behind him and turned his head suddenly. His big eyes behind the glasses looked quite fierce as he stared at Wang Changsheng.

"what are you laughing at?"

Wang Changsheng forced a smile on his face, but did not answer immediately. Instead, he took two steps forward and poked the "snowman" on Conan's head.

"Hiss! Ouch!"

Conan's eyes suddenly widened in pain and he gasped.

"Snapped"

Then he slapped Wang Changsheng's hand away: "What are you doing~!"

"Why hasn't this big bump gone down yet?" Wang Changsheng was a little curious, and his dark eyes looked around at the big bump on Conan's head.

Is it true that in real life, someone would get such a big bump after getting punched?

Why don’t I see such a big bag when I play Conan?

Or does it have to be Uncle Maori who does the fighting?

"What do you care? You're crazy!" Conan grinned at Wang Changsheng like an angry puppy.

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Faced with Conan's loud rebuke, Wang Changsheng did not react at all, but just blinked his eyes.

He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Uncle Maori took the first step.

"Oh!"

“Hiss! Ah—!”

Uncle Maori punched Conan again:

So Wang Changsheng watched helplessly as a smaller lump grew on the "gourd" on Conan's head.

"Who told you to talk to others like that? How can you be so impolite!"

Uncle Maori was almost pissed off by Conan.

Why is this child so naughty and annoying?

It's not at all like when he raised Xiaolan.

Or maybe his daughter was well-behaved when she was young.

There is absolutely no need for him to worry about anything.