Chapter 389 Mountain Village
"But mom's death really has nothing to do with us. We are just suffering from an unexpected disaster!" Yixing shook his head helplessly.

"But why did he kill Stepmother? When Mom died, Stepmother hadn't married in yet, and she had nothing to do with Mom's death." Hiromi was a little confused.

"If that person suspected that one of us killed Mom, then he should have taken revenge on us directly. Why did he attack Second Mom? Second Mom is innocent..."

Hiromi was puzzled.

Xiuhe said solemnly: "In any case, it is certain that the murderer must be the mysterious man wearing sunglasses. As for his identity..."

"It should be mom's brother!"

"He seems to have some mental problems. He keeps saying that we killed Mom."

"He must have gone mad and killed Second Mom as a warning to us!"

"Next, he might attack us. We have to be careful."

Hearing this, Conan nodded, his face full of approval: "I think so too."

Ze Yu looked at Conan helplessly.

He couldn't bear to see this fool continue to misunderstand like this.

Ze Yu pulled Conan's clothes, leaned close to his ear, and whispered: "Hey, Conan, the guy wearing sunglasses is your dad!"

"What?!" Conan widened his eyes and exclaimed.

"what happened?"

Everyone looked at him with doubt.

"Nothing..." Conan scratched his head, laughed dryly, and passed it off.

"Don't be so jumpy." Ze Yu scolded in a low voice.

"I know." Conan nodded slightly, his expression becoming very serious.

He thought to himself, "Why is Dad here? Is it because of Mom?"

Conan had no doubt that his father was the murderer of Machiko.

After knowing that the mysterious man was his father, Conan immediately ruled him out as a suspect.

This is obvious without having to think about it.

Conan was very sure that his father could not be the murderer, so he turned his attention to everyone.

If Conan guessed correctly, the murderer should be among everyone.

This is the result based on his previous experience in solving cases.

Next, he needs to find the real murderer among these people.

Conan thought so.

.........

After a while.

The police arrived at the scene.

The officer in charge was named Yamamura. He took notes and said, "The deceased's name is Yabuuchi Machiko, 39 years old this year. She was the second wife of Mr. Yabuuchi Yoshichika, who passed away last month. The cause of death was a knife wound in the chest..."

"You found the body after 10 o'clock tonight, right?" asked Officer Yamamura.

"That's right." Hiromi nodded slightly sadly: "We found that the ancient well in the yard seemed a little abnormal. We felt something was wrong. When we lifted the bucket from the well, Second Mother's body was tied to the bucket..."

Hearing Hiromi's words, Officer Yamamura seemed a little scared. He swallowed and even took a step back.

"Officer, what's wrong with you?" Hiromi asked with some confusion.

Why does this police officer look a little unreliable?
"Nothing." Officer Shancun shook his head quickly and forced himself to calm down. He couldn't lose face in front of the deceased's family.

Police officer Shancun is still very concerned about his image. Of course, he is timid and there is nothing he can do about it.

"So, the murderer should be among you nine?" Officer Shancun looked at everyone and said, "One of you nine is the murderer."

"Please!" Conan rolled his eyes, raised his hands in dissatisfaction, and protested: "Xiaoyu and I are just children, how could we be the murderer? You are too unreliable!"

Ze Yu nodded in agreement.

The look he gave Police Officer Yamamura revealed a speechless feeling.

Officer Shancun is indeed a bit unreliable.

Ze Yu has experienced so many murders, but this is the first time that the police have listed him and Conan, two children who are only seven years old, as suspects.

Is this something normal people do?

A seven-year-old child stabbed an adult in the chest with a knife, killed the adult, and threw her body into a well?
This kid is so scary!
"Besides, Mr. Officer, you seem to have made a mistake." Ze Yu suddenly said, "The murderer may not be one of the nine of us. Who told you that there was only one person who killed Machiko's grandmother? Maybe it was a gang crime."

"For example, someone was responsible for grabbing Machiko's grandmother's arms so that she could not resist, and then another person stabbed her to death with a knife. Afterwards, the two worked together to put her body into the well."

"Of course, this is just speculation. Maybe it wasn't just two people who committed the crime, but three people?"

Ze Yu said with a smile.

He couldn't help but say a few words.

It was because the other party was too unreliable that Ze Yu couldn't help but want to argue with him.

"Well, kid, what you said makes a lot of sense." Officer Shancun nodded in agreement.

But he still insisted on his opinion.

"Although I believe what you said, this still cannot eliminate your suspicion. Even a young child could have committed a crime."

"Okay, then it's up to you." Ze Yu shrugged helplessly.

Having said this, the other party still insisted on his opinion, so Ze Yu couldn't say anything else.

Since the other party thinks that the child might be the murderer, let him suspect it.

Ze Yu no longer wanted to talk to the other party. It was a waste of energy and made him tired.

"Mr. Officer, please wait a moment!" Hiromi frowned and said, "Tonight, my second mother left here a long time ago to attend her friend's wedding and went to the hotel in front of the station."

"Later, at nine o'clock, Second Mom called me. Even if she drove back immediately after hanging up the phone, according to the route, it would be past ten o'clock in the evening when she arrived here!"

"But at that time, we were all gathered in the living room. How could we kill someone?"

PS: Yesterday, the author was caught in the rain, had a fever, and felt a little uncomfortable, so he took a leave.

As a result, when I woke up early this morning, the situation was even worse. My body temperature was jumping back and forth between 37, 38, and 39 degrees, and my whole brain felt dizzy.

I lay in bed for a long time, my throat felt like it was on fire, and I couldn't eat. I did take a lot of medicine.

Originally, the author wanted to take another leave today, but when I looked at it, I found that I had lost dozens of favorites yesterday. If I don’t update today, I will definitely lose favorites again.

Now that things have come to this, I can only type these two chapters with my brain fever of 37 degrees.

It's a bit uncomfortable...

So be it.

Goodnight everybody.

(End of this chapter)