Chapter 330 Isn't He Undercover? Let You Run 39 Meters First
"Whalei—that's the middle-aged man in a white suit who is very strong and fat." Hattori Heiji thought that Conan acted so unbelievably because he was fooled by Whalei's acting skills.
But then I thought about it, hadn’t the cases been solved?
unless……
"The murderer you deduced was not Sadao Whalei?" Hattori Heiji was a little surprised. He suspected that Conan had made a mistake in his reasoning and had wronged a good man.
"No, he is the murderer, but..." Conan looked at Hattori Heiji in shock, feeling that something was wrong.
In the end, he decided to start from the most contradictory point and work backwards: "Then why are you not in the sea?"
"...How did I know?" Hattori was the most confused.
He woke up in the darkness before and found that he had no feeling in his lower limbs, so he thought that after death he went to the underworld, and his legs turned into smoke, the kind that could float when he was propped up.
Unexpectedly, when I got used to it later and kicked my legs hard, I realized that it was just numbness in my legs.
Hattori Heiji stayed for a while, then pushed away the things blocking his eyes. After seeing the scene outside clearly, he realized that he was back on the ship and was placed in an empty room somewhere.
After waking up, Hattori Heiji was in a hurry to catch the whale, Sadao, before he had time to examine his situation.
Looking back now, he remembered that before losing consciousness, his neck seemed to be strangled...
Hattori Heiji subconsciously touched his neck and looked at the mirror next to him, but found no traces of strangulation.
... Could it be that being strangled by a wire rope at that time was just an illusion that occurred when he was about to die?
Indeed, the surroundings were very dark at the time, and he was beaten and thrown one after another. His head was dizzy, and it was inevitable that he would make mistakes in judgment.
Besides, if he was really caught by such a thin wire rope and pulled onto the boat, even if his cervical vertebrae were not broken, he would definitely be pulled out of breath. It would be impossible for him to be like now without leaving even a trace of bruises.
From this point of view, the neck should not have been trapped.
But if so...then how did he get on the ship?
Hattori Heiji was very confused.
Only one thing is certain - he was completely unconscious at the time and could not climb onto the boat by himself.
Someone must have brought him here.
As for who exactly...
Hattori Heiji ran back in the direction he came from, and finally in a room, he saw drawers scattered on the floor.
He looked up at the room number and was confused - wasn't this the room of the two "organization members"!
Realizing this belatedly, Hattori Heiji looked at Conan with a sense of magic.
Conan, who ran after him, also had the same expression, but it was a little more horrifying: "You have been put at the back of the drawer?!"
"Yes, I was in the sea when I fainted, and when I woke up, I was in the closet." Hattori Heiji hesitated for a moment, and the scene of "organization members" going into the sea to fish him out appeared in his mind, and for a moment he felt that the style of the painting was confusing.
But apart from this, there is really no way to explain how he came back - no one else could enter the room of the men in black.
Hattori Heiji hesitantly came to the conclusion: "Did they go into the water to save me?"
"..." Conan tried his best to think about it, but he couldn't imagine that scenario either.
Finally I had to ask: "When did you fall into the sea?"
The two checked the time.
Conan breathed a sigh of relief: "Not long after that, I saw them on the boat. There were no water stains on their bodies, and they had not changed their clothes. Otherwise, I would definitely have noticed... Could someone else have fished you out?"
And then they stole it? Or maybe you remembered wrongly and you didn’t actually fall into the sea?”
"Why did you steal me, just to hide me in the locker? And when you were looking for me, you must have asked the crew and other passengers. If they were the ones who fished me out, there is no need to deny it."
As for the latter hypothesis…
Hattori Heiji sniffed his arm, with a look of disgust on his face: "I must have fallen into the sea, you smell the fishy smell of the sea!"
Hattori Heiji gradually felt that Conan was unreliable in this matter and had too much preconceptions.
He then suspended communication and went through various situations alone in his mind, and finally came to the conclusion that he felt best explained:
"The time you saw them and the time I fell into the sea were more than 20 minutes apart. As long as you find the entry point, one person is on top to meet them, and the other person enters the water, and you want to fish me out, it actually doesn't work.
Too long.
"As long as the hair dryer is powerful enough, it can dry the wet hair. As for not changing clothes...when rescuing people, they would take off their water-absorbent clothes first and then jump into the water.
"Even if they haven't taken off their clothes, maybe they are the type who find it too troublesome to try on clothes, so when they find something that looks good on them, they just buy a closet full of the same style - you think they haven't changed, but in fact they have already changed.
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"..." Conan thought for a moment along Hattori Heiji's train of thought, and felt that except for those two people who couldn't be so enthusiastic, he really could do everything else.
Especially the last one.
...Thinking about it this way, it is true that every time I see Bourbon, he wears the same set of clothes.
This effect can be achieved even if you don't change clothes for several months.
But with Bourbon's hair style, even the slightest dirt will be very obvious, but his hair is always clean and fluffy, and the style is not messy - it looks like it is not only washed every day, but also carefully taken care of every day.
With such good hygiene habits, it is natural that he cannot wear the same clothes for several months at a time.
It is a very reasonable guess that they have the same style.
Speaking of which, never changing clothes but always being clean is like...
Just like a black cat.
Conan was startled by this sudden idea.
Seeing that Conan did not refute, Hattori Heiji felt more and more that his speculation was reliable.
Then use this conclusion as the raw material for reasoning, and start the next step of reasoning: "Are you sure they are members of that organization?"
"...Of course." Conan's thinking was a little confused at the moment because of the shocking hypothesis that had just emerged.
But basic Q&A can still be done, especially this question, which is not the first time Hattori Heiji has asked it.
Conan replied for the Nth time: "Didn't I say it before? I even heard his code name."
"You did say that. But you also said one thing - Bourbon's partner at the time was killed in a bomb." Hattori Heiji touched his chin, probably because he had just soaked in the vast sea water, and his mind was thinking at this time.
It’s also very broad:
"Could it be intentional? Although they are not good people in the traditional sense because they attack their companions, some people do behave in extreme ways and will use any means to deal with those they consider bad."
"...Wait a minute." Conan gradually understood what he meant, "You want to say that Bourbon is an undercover agent of the organization, or a traitor of the organization??"
"That's right, don't you think this is reasonable?" The more Heiji Hattori thought about it, the more reliable he felt:
"The power of an organization that can create rejuvenating drugs will never be small. Since it exists objectively, even if it has not been noticed by the public, it will definitely be noticed by other forces, or be bitten by the organization's former victims.