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Chapter 215 The Thief Who Covets Others’ Secrets

Rose Manor.

Some people stayed outside the burned-down cabin, while others went to the area around the bombed greenhouse.

"What's going on!?" Inspector Megure's face turned dark. He clenched his fists and looked at Ibuki Keiu sharply.

Ibuki Keiu was silent for a long time before speaking with some difficulty, "I don't know. I guessed that Chi Liwei might burn down the greenhouse in the end, but I didn't expect that a bomb would be placed inside."

What Conan was concerned about now was not why there was a bomb, but he was scanning the surroundings trying to find a person.

The person who has been missing since the cabin was discovered on fire!

——Butler Hojo!

No, maybe that's not the real Hojo Butler!

Conan ran back to the villa, looked around the hall, and ran upstairs without hesitation. Finally, he stopped in front of the door marked with the words "Butler", then opened the door and walked in.

The room was brightly lit. "Butler Hojo" sat on the sofa and calmly drank a sip of tea, looking at Conan who was a little out of breath with a smile on his face.

"Hello, Mr. Detective."

Conan glanced at the bed not far away, where lay the real Hojo butler, who had been unconscious for who knows how long.

After confirming that the other party was just unconscious, Conan clenched his fists and frowned as he looked at the "Hojo Butler", "Are you from the church?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

He smiled and seemed not to care at all about the six murders that happened today.

...No, there were more than six murders. Including Ibuki Chirie and those police officers, there were more than ten lives lost!

"What on earth do you want to do? You are actually gambling with human lives!?"

Conan gritted his teeth in anger.

"Human life?"

He tilted his head slightly, seeming a little confused, but with a smile on his face.

He put down the teacup in his hand, took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from the inner pocket of his suit, put them on slowly and elegantly, and spoke slowly.

"You are wrong, Mr. Detective. What we are betting on is not human life, but human nature."

"But unfortunately, you seem to have lost both in terms of humanity and human life."

After adjusting his glasses chain, he placed one hand on the armrest of the sofa and leaned back slightly with a smile on his face. Even though he was now dressed as an old man, his gentle conversation and steady temperament made people feel his elegance easily.

Conan gritted his teeth slightly, "Humanity?"

"Yes." R chuckled softly, "Don't think you understand the whole thing."

"Thieves who love to covet others\u0027 secrets."

"However, it is normal for a detective to be curious. It's just... don't you think that what you did is just rubbing salt into Miss Ibuki Chirie's wounds that have not yet healed?"

R spoke with a smile, stood up, straightened his clothes, walked towards the door, paused beside Conan, and whispered something with a hint of meaning.

"Perhaps she would not have died?"

With a smile, he glanced at the Corgi who was hanging his head in silence, then walked away. When he reached the stairs, he disappeared in an instant, along with the cup of tea on the table in the butler's room.

His words would not damage his detective heart, but would only increase his resilience.

After all, the detectives in this world are like the indestructible cockroaches.