Detective Conan: Becoming a Tycoon in Tokyo! [18]

“Reika-san?”

“Reika-san?”

The group hadn’t found Miss Reika yet—but they did find Nikaidō, drowned to death.

Mouri Kogoro immediately called the police.

After reporting, no one could sit still—especially Yotsui.

She was his only daughter, after all.

Everyone began searching for Reika again.

Ran suddenly said, “Shōichi-san and his secretary are still asleep upstairs. They might be in danger too.”

“I’ll go wake them,” Conan offered, already running off.

He stopped at Shōichi’s door and knocked loudly.

Click.

The door cracked open—and a dark gun barrel pressed against Conan’s forehead.

Conan staggered back, legs shaking.

That feeling… exactly like the amusement park that day.

“I said, let me sleep in peace—or I’ll burn this villa down,” Shōichi murmured lazily.

“I… I…” Conan stammered.

Shōichi smiled faintly.

Bang!

“Ah!”

Conan fell on his backside before realizing—the sound had come from Shōichi’s mouth.

Squirt—

A jet of water hit Conan squarely in the crotch.

“Kid, your courage’s too weak. Look—you’ve wet yourself,” Shōichi teased.

“I did not!” Conan shouted, red-faced.

You’re the one who sprayed me!

He glared up at Shōichi. “Someone died in the villa—be careful! You should stay with everyone else or you’ll be in danger.”

Shōichi twirled the toy gun idly. “I’ve got a gun. Why should I worry?”

He pointed it again, making a “piu~” sound.

Conan’s mouth twitched.

Your gun’s only good for making people look like they wet themselves—it’s no threat at all.

“It’s dangerous here, I’m telling you—”

“Warning me not to wet my pants like you did?” Shōichi grinned.

Damn it!

Conan ground his teeth. What a horrible man!

After chasing Conan away, Shōichi only hoped the killer wouldn’t come for him—otherwise he’d have to claim self-defense.

Because unlike the toy, his real gun was fully loaded.

He lay back in bed, waiting. Neither murderer nor a cute loli appeared.

Instead, Inspector Megure arrived.

“Shōichi-san, two malicious murders have occurred in this villa. Please come downstairs and cooperate with our investigation,” Megure said gravely.

“Got it.”

Shōichi got dressed, irritated, and went downstairs.

Everyone was already gathered.

“Another murder? Can’t a man get one night of proper sleep around here?” he yawned, sitting on the sofa and ignoring everyone.

“I suspect the murderer is Sumitomo Shōichi!”

Mouri Kogoro immediately went on the offensive, pointing straight at him.

Shōichi calmly took a sip of tea. “Not bad tea this time.”

He set down the cup, crossed his legs, and leaned back—ready to enjoy the performance.

Mouri began his dramatic deduction.

“Yotsui owed Shōichi money, so he had a clear motive to kill Reika! And since he stayed locked in his room, he had plenty of opportunity! I even sent Conan to wake him, but he refused to come out—obviously destroying evidence!”

Shōichi glanced at him coolly. “Mouri-san, you need evidence when you talk. If you don’t have any, I’ll hire attorney Kisaki Eri to sue you for defamation.”

“You bastard!” Kogoro exploded.

Hiring my own wife to sue me—what nerve!

Yotsui, even more enraged, lunged forward and grabbed Shōichi by the collar. “It was you, wasn’t it!? You killed her!”

“Losing your only daughter is tragic,” Shōichi said mildly. “But at least your debts can keep you company—you’re not alone, so there’s no need to be this upset.”

He didn’t even mind Yotsui’s outburst—he was being kind, comforting him.

Truly, he thought, I’m a gracious man.

“You said it yourself—‘not repaying debts brings retribution’! You killed her! You did it!” Yotsui screamed, shaking him.

“Yotsui-san, please calm down.”

Kogoro and Megure rushed to pull him away.

Megure said, “We haven’t determined the real culprit yet. And Shōichi-san had nothing to do with the other victim, Nikaidō. The likelihood he’s the murderer is low.”

“Yes, Yotsui-san, calm down,” Kogoro echoed.

Yotsui tried to steady himself, but one look at Shōichi’s indifferent face reignited his fury.

“You police wouldn’t dare touch the Sumitomo zaibatsu! Even if he is the killer, you’ll cover it up!” he accused.

“Our preliminary autopsy shows the deceased committed suicide,” the forensic examiner announced suddenly.

It was that same man again, conveniently appearing right after Yotsui’s outburst.

Inspector Megure’s expression darkened; Kogoro froze; Yotsui went pale.

Shōichi sipped his tea again.

He hadn’t killed anyone—so why were these people so determined to pin it on him?

It was ridiculous.

“Since the autopsy ruled suicide, can we leave now?” Shōichi asked calmly.

Either way, it didn’t matter.

He’d never cared what irrelevant people thought.

“No way!”

Kogoro glared at him, furious.

Too arrogant!

He’d been a cop and a detective, but never had he seen such corruption.

A forensic examiner calling an obvious murder suicide—no ethics, no shame.

“How can trash like you stay in the police force?!” Kogoro roared at the examiner.

The man adjusted his glasses silently, his expression saying: Competence doesn’t matter—knowing when to talk does.

Miyano Akemi stared at Shōichi, unease in her chest.

Could he really have killed Yotsui’s daughter—just because her father delayed repayment?

That would be too cruel.

She bit her lip.

If this man could kill so easily… how was her sister surviving under his control?

“I’ll catch you red-handed one day!” Kogoro growled at Shōichi.

Then, with a dramatic spin—

Kogoro turned on his heel and plopped right down next to Shōichi.

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T/N: OHHHHH the examiner is ruling suicide because he thinks its our boy but when its revealed its not they reveal the real cause LMAOOO

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