Conan kissed me again and again, and Huiyuan was stunned

The fatter man turned around and looked at Dongfang Haoyue, and explained amiably:

"This western-style villa is old, so it's inevitable that there will be holes."

"Ow."

Dongfang Haoyue stood up, turned to look at the fatter man, and nodded innocently.

Kudo Shinichi put his hands in his pockets and stared at the hole thoughtfully.

Maori Kogoro turned around and looked at Nakamura Sou, and went straight to the point in a nonchalant tone:

"Then what?

What happened to the clock?

"Well, it all started with a cuckoo clock."

Nakamura looked at Maori Kogoro in a simple and honest manner, then turned to look at the empty wall above the window, and said in subconscious surprise:

"what?"

"You're looking for this cuckoo clock?"

Maori Kogoro turned his head, took a step forward and walked to the left of Dongfang Haoyue, turned his back to the wall, looked at Nakamura calmly, put his right hand in his trouser pocket, and put his left hand over his shoulder, pointing his thumb at the one he had discovered long ago...

Farther above the hole, a large classical wooden cuckoo clock hangs on the wall. It has a light yellow dial with white hour and minute hands, a closed cuckoo house above, and a long copper chain hanging below, with several green leaves scattered around the edge.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi withdrew their calm gaze from Nakamura Sou and turned to look at Maori Kogoro, then followed his thumb to look at the cuckoo clock, and a look of curiosity appeared on their handsome faces.

The fatter man walked to the right window, reached out to open the curtain, and turned to look at the cuckoo clock.

Maori Kogoro remained calm and looked at Nakamura Sou, analyzing rationally in his mind:

"He just mentioned the cuckoo clock but he didn't look at the cuckoo clock. Instead, he looked directly above the window. If you think about the mirror on the table and the hole under the cuckoo clock..."

Maori Kogoro's eyes inadvertently locked onto the desk, the wooden stand, the frameless rectangular lens that was tilted towards the cuckoo clock, and he calmly judged in his mind:

"The counterfeit stood outside the hole and peered into the study mirror. Through the reflection of the mirror, he saw the cuckoo clock behaving abnormally.

Because of this, when the counterfeit entered the study for the first time, he subconsciously looked at the imagined location, which was directly above the window. "

"Yes, that cuckoo clock!"

Nakamura Sou looked back at Maori Kogoro, followed his thumb to the cuckoo clock, and nodded without hesitation.

"In that case."

Maori Kogoro put down his left hand, turned left and looked up at the cuckoo clock, and asked casually:

"What's so unusual about this apparently ordinary cuckoo clock?"

"The cuckoo inside it will come out and call at its appointed time."

Nakamura Sou walked to the right side of Kogoro Mori, facing Kogoro, looked up at the cuckoo clock, and a look of lingering fear appeared on his simple face.

"Isn't that normal!"

Maori Kogoro looked at Nakamura Cao speechlessly and complained unhappily:

"Cuckoo clocks are meant to chirp, so could you please not make a fuss about it?"

"No, no, I mean..."

Nakamura So looked at Maori Kogoro and stated seriously:

“Cuckoo clocks chirp at times that aren’t exactly the hour.

Last time around 10:50 in the morning, something came out of the little window above the dial.”

Nakamura looked at the cuckoo house of the cuckoo clock and added seriously:

"That thing is not a cuckoo, but a strange thing."

"weird stuff?"

Kogoro Mouri looked at the cuckoo clock in surprise.

"Correct."

Nakamura So stared at the hour and minute hands on the dial, recalling and explaining:

"Please look carefully, it will be time for that thing to come out soon."

A very short time later, the hour and second hands of the cuckoo clock showed 10:50 but did not move.

Quiet.

There was an awkward silence.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi dropped their hands to their sides, withdrew their expectant gazes from the cuckoo clock dial, and looked at each other in surprise for a moment.

Maori Kogoro narrowed his eyes and looked at the cuckoo clock, and complained impatiently:

"There's nothing wrong with this cuckoo clock."

Actually...

Maori Kogoro analyzed rigorously in his mind:

"Since the counterfeit stood outside the hole and looked into the mirror on the desk and saw the cuckoo clock behave abnormally, the hour and minute hands he saw at that time should be converted according to the angle of refraction of the mirror...

1:10 p.m.

That's right, the cuckoo clock actually started to behave strangely at 1:10 p.m.

I have to say, the counterfeiters are complete idiots.

It's ok that he mistook the study scene shown in the mirror for the real layout of the house, but he couldn't even remember the time he was peeping, and he was a robber."

When Kogoro Mori thought of this, he curled his lips in silence.

A drop of sweat flowed down Nakamura So's cheek. He looked at the cuckoo clock awkwardly and recalled incomprehensibly:

"its not right!

I clearly remember that something unusual happened last time."

"Isn't it just simple damage?"

Kogoro Mori pretended to be ignorant and looked at Nakamura So.

Nakamura looked at Kogoro and confidently clarified:

"That's ridiculous! My grandfather's watches and clocks were famous for never breaking down. This cuckoo clock shouldn't break down!"

"Idiot, I want to go back!!"

Maori Kogoro cursed with justification, turned right quickly, and seemed to be striding towards the open wooden door, but in fact he was laughing playfully in his heart:

"Hahaha, they will definitely find a way to keep me here to solve the mystery hidden in the western-style villa and obtain the huge wealth hidden by Yuanwen Shilang. Let me have a good play with these two stupid thieves."

"Wait, wait, Mr. Maori!!"

The fatter man panicked and hurriedly chased after Kogoro Mouri.

Nakamura turned around hastily, grabbed Kogoro's left shoulder, and said in a blocking manner:

"Please don't go. I have another strange matter that I need you to solve."

at the same time.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi turned 180 degrees and followed behind Maori Kogoro to the right, and unexpectedly discovered...

One and a half meters to the right front, an old-fashioned TV with a black screen stands on a low wooden cabinet.

黑色的电视录影机平躺矮木柜敞开式的夹层，显示屏呈现白色的数字【10：51】，10：51右边亮着录影机将在特定时间响铃的提示灯，5和1的中间有着半条裂痕。

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi squatted down at the same time, carefully observed the indicator light, and said in surprise:

"what?"

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi looked at each other and guessed in unison in their hearts:

"Could it be that Nakamura So has set the recorder to ring at a specific time?"

"let me go!!"

Maori Kogoro stopped and looked at Nakamura Sou in a pretended angry manner, rebuking him mercilessly:

"I said I was leaving so I was leaving. Don't stop me, you idiot!"

"Ah, we sincerely hope that you can stay."

The fatter man stood on the left of Kogoro Mori, persuading him in an emotional voice.

The same is true for Nakamura So.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi stopped looking at the indicator light of the video recorder. They stood up in unison, put their hands on their hips, looked at Maori Kogoro expressionlessly, and secretly exposed him in their hearts:

“Based on the power that Detective Maori has shown in the past, if he really wants to leave this place, no one can stop him except me (Haoyue).

In other words, Detective Maori is acting again, and he really has nothing to do."

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi thought about it and shook their heads in confusion.

A short time later, 10:59:57.

Kogoro Mori, Sou Nakamura and the fatter man are still entangled.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi squatted in their positions, facing each other, playing rock-paper-scissors with great interest.

They looked at each other with smiles on their faces, and waved their right hands at the same time, trying to determine the winner.

suddenly!

“Ding-ling-ling!!!”

It was a continuous and noisy ringing sound coming from all directions.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi's scissor hands stopped at the right front of their shoulders. They looked at the ringing video recorder at the same time, and then looked at the various electronic clocks scattered around, leaning against the wooden cabinets, and ringing. They subconsciously said stupidly:

"Eh?"