"Because that replica was dirty, and I didn't want to wash it." Guchuan answered frankly.
"Then how did you know Curator Ochiai killed Boss Manaka?"
"I guessed."
Guchuan's attitude only piqued Conan's curiosity further.
"Kid, why did you insist on coming to the Metropolitan Police Department?!" Kogoro Mouri punched Conan on the head.
If this brat had not insisted on coming along, he would have been at home watching Miss Yoko's new show by now.
"That brother took the Art Museum's armor without permission. That's really suspicious." Conan rubbed his head and said unhappily.
"What's suspicious about it? He did that for money, nothing more!"
If Ran had not held him back, another huge bump would have appeared on Conan's head.
"He wasn't doing it to sell it for money." Yumi Miyamoto spoke from the side.
"Guchuan Ning did it purely because he 'liked' it."
"Haha, Young Master Guchuan was just young and immature. A little criticism and education will do." Inspector Megure walked in, drenched in sweat.
The smugness he had displayed earlier in front of Kogoro Mouri was long gone.
Who would have thought the son of a high-ranking official would steal something—and get caught by them, no less? They truly did not want this hot potato.
If only Guchuan had not stolen something at a murder scene. Then they could have handed him over to the traffic department.
"Inspector Megure, this big brother's actions don't resemble ordinary theft at all." Conan shook free of Kogoro Mouri's hand and said.
"I was simply young and immature. You shouldn't be overly harsh on a minor. Who hasn't made mistakes when they were young?" Guchuan said indignantly.
As a nineteen-year-old minor, Guchuan felt that he had not received the protection of the Minor Protection Act at all.
"I'm just a child!" Guchuan Ning said angrily.
Little Ai took it well, but Conan was already stunned by Guchuan Ning.
"But minors should obey the law too!" Conan felt that he ought to correct Guchuan Ning's misguided thinking.
"Kid, I didn't expect you to have such lofty awareness." Guchuan looked at Conan in surprise.
"Of course."
Conan adjusted his glasses.
"But at the Art Museum, I saw you tampering with the murder scene, deceiving the police to illegally access surveillance footage, and snatching evidence. You don't seem like a law-abiding person either."
Guchuan felt that he and Conan were birds of a feather, both lacking even basic reverence for Japan's laws.
Being accused of not obeying the law by Conan felt rather strange.
"Uh, when did I do that?" Conan retorted without much confidence.
He had only wanted to find the murderer faster.
Besides, detectives were allowed to use other methods to uncover the truth.
Inspector Megure watched the two arguing with a headache, unsure how to handle the situation.
"Um, Inspector Megure, a doctor has arrived outside. He says he's here to see Guchuan Ning." A police officer came in and reported.
"A doctor?" Inspector Megure frowned.
"Yes. He says Guchuan Yuan hired him to examine his son."
Inspector Megure looked at Guchuan Ning. "Young Master Guchuan, are you feeling unwell?"
"No." Guchuan Ning shook his head.
He and Guchuan Yuan were not close at all. Given Guchuan Ning's moral standards, he could fully accept the conveniences brought by his current identity while also refusing, without any burden, the emotional responsibilities that came with it. He had no idea what was wrong with that man, sending someone to examine him.
Could he have noticed that he had changed too much from before and become suspicious?
But body-snatching was something from the fantasy side of things. A doctor could not possibly detect it.
"Then invite him in first." Inspector Megure said.
Young Master Guchuan's health was no trivial matter. If anything happened to him, Inspector Megure's hat would be off.
A middle-aged man in a white suit walked in, then naturally pulled out a stack of business cards and handed them to everyone present.
"Greetings, everyone. I'm Fukuyama Shien, director of Aoyama Mental Hospital."
"A mental hospital?" Inspector Megure said in surprise.
Could it be that Mr. Guchuan Yuan wanted to get Young Master Guchuan a psychiatric certificate so he could reasonably bail him out? As expected of a high-ranking official—he really knew how to solve problems for subordinates like them.
Inspector Megure had several junior officers bring over chairs, and Guchuan Ning sat facing Fukuyama Shien.
"The first step in diagnosing psychiatric patients is horizontal comparison: assessing the differences between the patient and the normal people around him." Fukuyama Shien put on his glasses and stared keenly at Guchuan Ning.
"He really is very different from the normal people around him." Little Ai spoke up.
He was far more ill than normal people.
"Is that so?" Fukuyama Shien said.
"What differences are there, specifically?"
"Does being unable to tell his own home from someone else's count?" Little Ai asked.
"Of course it counts." Fukuyama Shien said.
"I don't think that counts." Guchuan Ning said unhappily.
How could he, with his illustrious reputation, become mentally ill?
"I was only visiting that house for the first time. It was perfectly normal not to tell. Some people can't even tell their own wives from other people's wives. I'm much more normal than them." Guchuan muttered quietly.
Fukuyama Shien adjusted his glasses. Tears glimmered in his eyes; his wife also could not tell her own husband from other people's husbands.
"Let's continue to the second step." Fukuyama Shien did not want to continue with the first step.
"Vertical comparison: compare with past behavior to determine whether there have been obvious changes."
"Yes." Little Ai raised her hand to answer.
"He's perfectly normal when he's asleep, but once he wakes up, he becomes very abnormal."
"Hehe, little one, that's not how it works." Fukuyama Shien smiled.
"Then does Guchuan unconsciously stealing my things whenever he gets close to me count?" Little Ai continued.
"And he likes to suddenly burst into laughter, as if he's gotten something good."
"Mm, I understand." Fukuyama Shien scribbled on his paper.
"Is it possible that I really did get something good?" Guchuan looked at Little Ai.
"You were standing there without moving. How could you possibly get anything?" Little Ai curled her lips.
"What if it fell from the sky?" Guchuan spoke honestly.
Fukuyama Shien glanced at Guchuan, then wrote down his symptoms on the paper.
The patient displays symptoms of delusion.
"Alright, I already understand the specifics." Fukuyama Shien interrupted their argument.
"The third step: whether the patient's words, actions, and behavior conform to the social culture of the time or the circumstances at hand." Fukuyama Shien was already referring to Guchuan Ning as the patient.
"Not at all." Little Ai answered eagerly.
"He doesn't obey the law, respect his parents, respect the elderly, or care for the young. He likes stealing and is completely out of place in this society."
Am I really that bad?
Guchuan examined himself and felt that he should be a good person.
"Um, perhaps Guchuan Ning is simply a scumbag." Yumi Miyamoto said.
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