Chapter 356 The Injured Administrator
"That should be it. Mr. Takanari felt that the wooden house was too narrow, so he ran out, but he happened to encounter heavy rain, so he ran into the cave to shelter from the rain." Conan nodded and quietly touched Takanari Wataru's head.

Takanari Wataru's violently trembling body has calmed down and seems to have returned to normal.

"Looking at him, he doesn't look like he's pretending?" Uncle Maori said hesitantly.

"He's definitely not pretending." Nose Shingo smiled and said, "I'm a novelist with a pair of observant eyes. If he's pretending, he certainly can't fool my eyes."

"Since he is not pretending, then he should not be the Silver Fox." Uncle Maori nodded.

"Silver Fox? Who is that?" Nose Shingo's curiosity exploded again, and he asked with interest.

Uncle Maori glanced at Kakuta Eita.

After all, this is the employer.

"Silver Fox is a killer." Under Uncle Maori's gaze, Kakuta Eita said slowly: "Since you already know Mr. Maori's identity as a detective, I won't hide it from you."

"The reason why Uncle Maori and I came here is to find the Silver Fox."

"Is that so..." A light flashed in Nose Shingo's eyes. He took out a small notebook and wrote it down with great interest. He said, "A killer who escaped to the mountains? The detective tracking down the killer is a bit old-fashioned, but it's also pretty good..."

"Mr. Shingo, you are still not qualified as a novelist." Ze Yu raised his head and looked at him.

Then he said, "I know two famous novelists, Toshiya Tadokoro and Yusaku Kudo, and have had many contacts with them. Although they also have a lot of curiosity, they don't express it as obviously as you do."

"Is that so..." Nose Shingo stopped writing in his notebook and gave a wry smile: "Did I ask Mr. Mori all kinds of questions before and made you feel unhappy? I'm really sorry..."

Nose Shingo is also a rather arrogant person, after all, he is a novelist.

Except for those middle-aged and elderly novelists who are old and thus appear sophisticated and smooth, most young novelists are arrogant.

They have not experienced the polish of society, do not know how to compromise, and do not know how to hide themselves.

Nose Shingo is such a person.

He is extremely curious, and when faced with something that interests him, he will keep pestering the other person and asking questions, completely disregarding whether the other person is willing or not.

This kind of behavior that completely disregards other people's feelings is actually very bad.

In terms of "dealing with people and things", two famous novelists, Toshiya Tadokoro and Yusaku Kudo, are much better than Shingo Nose.

Although they are curious, they know when to stop and will not keep pestering others and make them feel annoyed.

This is the lack of experience.

In fact, Nose Shingo also knew that he was very impolite by often pestering others and asking questions.

But he knew he was wrong and just didn't want to correct it, and even felt justified.

Because he is arrogant.

Just like now.

If an ordinary person accused him like this, then Nose Shingo would definitely fight back strongly.

But the one who accused him was Ze Yu...

Even if Nose Shingo was arrogant, he wouldn't argue with a child. What's more, this child was so cute, and what he said made sense...

Moreover, if the other party was not lying, he actually knew two famous novelists, so his identity must be extraordinary.

This alone is worthy of Nose Shingo's attention, so he accepted the criticism.

Although he didn't want to correct it. "Mr. Takanari is here, then..." Huihara Ai said coldly: "Where is the administrator?"

"By the way, we haven't found the administrator uncle yet!" Uncle Maori seemed to remember something, opened his eyes wide, clenched his left fist, and hit his flat right hand.

Judging from the appearance of the administrator disguised by Silver Fox, he is at least 80 years old and deserves to be called "Uncle" by Uncle Maori.

Even though this uncle is just a fake.

"Are you looking for me?"

Suddenly, the administrator's old voice came from the entrance of the cave, and his figure appeared at the entrance.

"Uncle administrator, where did you go just now?" Uncle Maori looked over with some surprise.

However, after seeing the other person's appearance clearly, Uncle Maori's pupils suddenly shrank.

I saw that the administrator's sleeves were stained with blood and his arm seemed to be injured.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" Uncle Maori asked anxiously.

"It's okay. I accidentally fell when I got up to go to the toilet just now, and was scratched by a stone on the ground." The administrator was not panicked at all, and there was no sign of pain on his face. He just said it quietly.

It was as if he was not the one who was injured.

Even Ze Yu couldn't help but secretly say in his heart when he saw it: "He is really patient..."

Conan, who was standing aside, frowned and looked at the administrator's arm with some confusion.

In order to cover up his lie, the administrator deliberately tore his sleeves, exposing his injured skin.

Because the skins have been stained red with blood, it is impossible to see what they originally looked like.

It is even more impossible to tell whether this is the skin of a young person or an old person.

In order to explain why he disappeared tonight, the administrator deliberately lied, and it seemed that nothing was missing, but Conan still felt something was wrong.

But he couldn't tell what was wrong. Maybe this was the detective's intuition?

"Uncle, let me see how serious your wound is..." Uncle Maori walked forward anxiously and wanted to help the other person check his wound.

Unexpectedly, the administrator took a step back and said expressionlessly: "Sorry, I'm not used to other people touching me. I can take care of this wound myself."

"Is that so? Then forget it." Uncle Maori stopped and scratched his head.

Next, everyone returned to the cabin.

The administrator acted casually, bandaged his wound, and then went to sleep.

There was no other way. In order to prevent his disguise from being discovered by others, the administrator didn't even dare to take off his clothes. He just lifted up his red-stained sleeves.

The situation was special, so he could only take care of the wound casually to prevent it from getting worse, and then he couldn't take care of other things.

After treating the wounds, everyone went back to sleep.

This time, Takanari Wataru slept soundly and did not continue to shout for help.

Maybe it was because Conan comforted him, so he slept more peacefully this time.

(End of this chapter)