In the world of Detective Conan, however, he was bound to the Naruto System.

Chapter 247 The Trap is in Place

Chapter 247 The Trap is in Place

Inspector Megure's words left Conan and Ran somewhat bewildered. What did he mean by finding out that Kogoro Mouri had been given sleeping pills? What exactly happened during the dozen or so hours they were gone?!

"Dad, what happened?!"

Seeing his daughter's concerned and anxious expression, Kogoro Mouri felt a warmth in his heart, but he said nonchalantly, "No problem, no problem. How could such a scheme be difficult for me, Kogoro Mouri? Watch me expose that guy's true colors right away!"

Akutagawa Hiko casually ruffled Conan's restless hair, exchanged a glance with Inspector Megure, and did not expose Kogoro Mouri's rare display of heroic spirit.

"Since someone gave Uncle Mori sleeping pills, it can be confirmed that this was all premeditated. And the fact that he woke up at 11:30 and happened to see the so-called murder scene means that the dosage was controlled very precisely."

If Shirai Mitsuo were to use an anesthetic, he would find that he simply couldn't control the dosage. After all, the dosage of the Kogoro Mouri special attack anesthetic injection that Dr. Agasa gave Conan is now slowly increasing.

However, compared to anesthesia, which has an immediate effect, sleeping pills are less likely to arouse suspicion.

"Brother Akutagawa, what you mean is—"

Inspector Megure looked somewhat puzzled, not quite understanding the connection.

Although Conan didn't know what had happened the day before, he was quick-witted and immediately answered, "What Brother Yan means is that only a doctor can administer the drug without arousing suspicion and then precisely control the dosage."

Akutagawa Hiko nodded: "That's right. And this is a hospital after all, so they're quite strict about food. Did Uncle Mori eat anything while he was asleep, or who was the last person he saw?"

Kogoro Mouri slapped his forehead, surprised, "I fell asleep while chatting with Dr. Shirai, and after dinner I only drank the coffee Dr. Shirai gave me. Could it be that—"

He looked somewhat incredulous, because in his personal opinion, Dr. Shirai was very kind and approachable, much better than that annoying Dr. Eto. He never expected that it was Dr. Shirai who had framed him.

"But why would he do that?!"

Kogoro Mouri couldn't understand it at all. After all, he had no grudge against him, so why would he do such a thing? "Could it be that I sent some relative to jail, and he wants to ruin my reputation as revenge?"

This kind of thing is not impossible. Didn't someone escape from prison before and then hire a hitman to kill him out of revenge? For Kogoro Mouri, this kind of revenge is actually not as serious as hiring a hitman to kill someone.

Inspector Megure, being a man of wide experience, felt that Kogoro Mouri's words made a lot of sense. The detective profession is very easy to offend people, and those like Akutagawa Hiko, who have sent many people to prison, are ultimately a very small minority who still speak up for the criminals.

"We'll investigate the reason later after we catch the person."

In any case, using the wrong methods to cover up mistakes will only make things worse.

If he is exposed later and develops a path dependency that makes it impossible for him to turn back, he might kill even more people.

He originally got into the hospital by bribing his way in, but after so many years he has even risen to the position of director of surgery, which shows that he has at least been recognized for his medical skills.

After all, compared to Eto Shori, whose father could get people into the hospital, he really didn't have many connections.

This kind of thing can be a big deal or a small deal.

But once someone is killed, the meaning of this old story changes.

Inspector Megure had no objections; with so many people around, catching a doctor who was pretending to be a shaman would have been no problem at all.

However, he was still worried about the possibility of encountering lethal weapons, so he invited his two capable subordinates, Officer Takagi and Officer Sato, to come and help him that night in his private capacity to ensure that nothing went wrong.

Around the same time as yesterday, Dr. Shirai pushed open the door and walked in. He saw only Kogoro Mouri looking at a beauty magazine with a blushing face, and he was secretly delighted.

It seems these famous detectives aren't as amazing as we thought; they've already learned their lesson but still haven't taken precautions.

Mitsuo Shirai walked to the window, preparing to draw back the curtains, when he heard Kogoro Mouri say, "Let's leave the curtains closed. It wouldn't be good if I had another hallucination and it bothered you again."

He gripped the curtains slightly, his movements unwavering, and naturally failed to see the knowing look on Kogoro Mouri's face, which was obscured by the magazine.

"Haha, Detective Mori, please stop teasing me. What happened last night was wrong of us, and I sincerely apologize to you. Dr. Eto didn't do it on purpose."

Kogoro Mouri shook his head, indicating that he didn't care.

Shirai Mitsuo, who had initially thought that Mitsuo had guessed something, breathed a slight sigh of relief when he saw that Mitsuo was no longer dwelling on the curtain issue.

What? You're just scaring yourself.

"Would you like another cup of coffee? It's really good for your mental state."

Mitsuo Shirai had already decided to be careful. If he were discovered, his plan would fail. Kogoro Mouri's leg wouldn't heal that quickly, so although time was tight, there was still time.

To everyone's surprise, Kogoro Mouri was completely unsuspecting and nodded, saying, "Add a little less sugar, thank you, Dr. Shirai."

Mitsuo Shirai smiled broadly, looking more like a waiter than a doctor: "No trouble at all. It's thanks to famous detectives like you that Tokyo is so peaceful. Actually, Dr. Eto is also a fan of yours."

Seeing him making coffee and spouting nonsense, Kogoro Mouri became interested and wanted to see how he would fabricate a story: "Hahaha, really? Is that how you doctors and nurses all describe me?!"

Mitsuo Shirai felt even more disdainful, and his smile became more genuine: "Yes, Dr. Eto has always admired the name of the sleeping Kogoro Mouri. Perhaps he doesn't know how to get along with his idol, which is why he performed so poorly."

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While slowly sipping his coffee, Kogoro Mouri asked about his own health, seemingly quite concerned.

"Dr. Shirai, how long do you think it will take for my leg to heal? And why did I have hallucinations last night?"

"Well, Detective Mouri, you're in great physical condition. You'll be able to be discharged soon. Just avoid strenuous exercise and rest for a while longer. As for the hallucinations, there are a few possibilities—"

As they talked, Shirai Mitsuo heard his breathing gradually become more regular and deep, and his own voice also gradually lowered.

He glanced at the alarm clock on the cabinet, his smile gradually turning smug. He stirred his plain coffee and then drank it all in one gulp.