Conan: Ran, don't turn around, I'm a washing machine.

Chapter 24 Questioning Su Xingbai

[I also paid to hire the famous detective Kogoro Mouri, and I'm sorry for asking you all to witness this. I hope you won't blame me. I'm very sorry. (Conan said "stop," but I think it means exposing these people's crimes.)]

It's over, Dad!

[Makoto Aso's note]

Not right.

Something is very wrong.

Although it is still uncertain whether she wrote the letter herself or whether someone framed her, she did not have the opportunity to commit the crime.

Could it be that she hired an assassin?

Then she had no reason to commit suicide. No one suspected her at all. This matter is getting more and more complicated.

There are still many mysteries surrounding the case that haven't been solved yet; it's a complete mess right now.

The case was closed just like that. Conan wanted to continue investigating, but the police had already hastily closed the case.

Su Xingbo observed the whole way with a cold eye, and the only thing that left him speechless was that Asai Makoto still committed suicide.

He sighed helplessly. Sonoko, who was beside him, took his hand and asked curiously when she saw his expression.

"Xingbai, are you alright? Your expression hasn't changed much since we got off the ship, and you haven't smiled at all. What's wrong?"

Hearing Sonoko's words, he forced a smile, after all, he couldn't show his frustration in front of his girlfriend.

"It's nothing, it's nothing. It's just that a murder happened suddenly, which ruined the whole trip. Things will be better once we get back, so don't worry too much."

"Okay, that's good. Let's just rest on this island tonight, explore the surrounding area tomorrow, and then head back. What do you guys think of this idea?"

The suggestion was readily accepted by the group, and so they decided to stay on the island to rest in the island's bar.

Since Kogoro Mouri also knew he would be staying here the next day, he brought Su Xingbo here for a hearty drink. They drank until the early hours of the morning before the two of them went back side by side, supporting each other.

After Su Xingbai escorted him to his room, he did not return to his room with Yuanzi. Instead, he poured himself a cup of hangover tea and sobered up a bit.

He put on a black trench coat and a black hat, and slowly strolled towards the village office, pondering some things along the way.

Have things been going too smoothly for too long? Recently, there have been more and more unexpected events, starting with an assassination attempt by a foreign organization.

Fortunately, he checked their internal records and found no record of his true appearance; Caesar's panel still showed his human skin mask, unchanged.

Although he didn't know why they knew his true identity, there were only three possibilities: they overheard Gin and Vodka talking about him, or an undercover agent working for Rum overheard them.

Finally, the possibility that there's a mole on the boss's side is extremely small.

If this gentleman had an undercover agent by his side, he would have been arrested and punished by those spies long ago.

It seems that there are still many rats around Gin Rum. He wondered if the last cleanup was thorough. With these thoughts in mind, he walked toward the village office.

All that could be seen were ashes or unburnt beams.

He sighed, squatted down, lit a cigarette, and silently smoked while staring at the ashes.

Is it impossible to change what is destined? Why do people who are destined to die still commit suicide when they are already dead? He really couldn't understand it.

Isn’t it good to be alive?

The distance from the 26th floor to the 1st floor only takes 1 second. In that 1 second, you should be able to realize that living is the most important thing.

What a wonderful life!

What a pity.

He took out a cigarette case from his pocket, took out three cigarettes, casually piled them into a small mound, and then stuck the three cigarettes into the mound.

He lit three cigarettes and also lit one for himself.

I'll have one too!

At this moment, the tagalong appeared behind him. Conan hadn't slept all night, constantly thinking about the problem. After hearing that Kogoro Mouri and Su Xingbo had returned, he became even more awake.

Hearing footsteps outside gradually receding into the distance, he quickly put on his clothes and secretly followed behind.

"You're the murderer, aren't you, Kudo Seihachi!"

"Although I don't know why you killed these people, there is no doubt that you are the murderer."

"The only one who was able to act was you, who slipped away halfway. Makoto Aso was with us at the time and had no time to commit the crime. The real culprit is you."

"After you killed these people, you hid and waited for us. When we arrived, you pretended to run over breathlessly, but you didn't have time to gather evidence or witnesses."

Su Xingbai smiled faintly upon hearing this. This kid really isn't afraid of death.

"Kid, I'm suing you for defamation without any evidence! And aren't you afraid of dying? If I really am the murderer, aren't you afraid I'll attack you if you come out at night?"

"There are no detectives who are afraid of death, only detectives who seek the truth!"

Upon hearing this, Su Xingbo raised an eyebrow and clapped his hands lightly. It was truly wonderful.

“Fine, then I’ll ask you, why did I kill them? What was my motive?” Su Xingbo stood up and looked down at Conan.

Conan remained unfazed, looking directly into Su Xingbai's eyes, and said, "I don't know your motives, but I believe the truth will eventually come to light. Besides, the fact that you were here just now paying respects to Makoto Aso means you knew him, or that you feel guilty about Makoto Aso's death!"

Su Xingbai sighed inwardly; this kid was really troublesome. He decided not to linger and turned to leave.

"Wait, you can't go!" Conan blocked his way.

"Hmph, kid, don't bother me," Su Xingbai said coldly.

"I will definitely find the evidence and expose you!" Conan said firmly.

Su Xingbo's lips curled into a slight smile. He thought to himself, "Let's see if you have the ability." He bypassed Conan and disappeared into the darkness. Conan watched the direction he had gone, secretly vowing to unravel this mystery.

As Conan watched Su Xingbo disappear into the darkness, he clenched his fists tightly, secretly determined to find evidence to expose Su Xingbo's crimes.

After capturing him, they need to interrogate him to find out about the Black Organization and all its members, which are all very important to Conan.

Having shrunk for so long, he misses the days when he was tall.

Conan was deep in thought, while Su Xingbo had gone back early and was now soundly asleep, hugging Sonoko from behind.

He had no interest in playing detective games with Conan; he could use that time to pick up another girl.

A girl with a sweet scent.

The night passed in the blink of an eye.