Chapter 57 Past and Daily Life

Isabel doesn't have many friends on her phone, and no one would come to see her at this time. She glanced at the number displayed and answered the call.

Hearing the voice coming from the other side, a smile appeared on her face. After a while, perhaps not long, she finally said her first sentence: "Long time no see, brother."

The chattering voice on the other side suddenly stopped, but then he still said with a stiff upper lip: "Are you coming back, Isabel?"

"Go back? Why do you want to go back?" Isabel was surprised. "Do you remember what I said on the day I ran away?"

The past of this [identity] card is designed to be very clichéd and interesting. It begins with a plot similar to that in traditional novels where an aristocratic girl escapes from her marriage. However, unlike the novel, during her escape, no one came to pick her up, and there was no secret lover who traveled across mountains and rivers to help her.

"Isabelle! Isabel!" Her father and brother came with people to hunt her down. They had so many minions, biting her closely from behind.

"Come back with me, Isabel." The brother found her first. He said carefully on the other side of the river, "If you don't want to get married, you can put it off for now, or find someone else to talk to. Don't be so willful, Isabel, do you know what life is like outside?"

Isabel smiled. It was her first time planning a runaway. Facing the extremely turbulent river, she waded across it without fear. She said, "Don't fool me with these words. I know what it will be like when I go back. Since you never take me seriously, how can you change your decision because of my escape this time? You will only hold me more tightly and marry me faster! Having hope in you is my own destruction!"

"That's enough!" his brother shouted, "Do you know what you are talking about? Do you remember how you grew up? Your family gave you a comfortable life, and this is how you repay them? Don't you know how to be grateful?"

Isabel laughed, she laughed so loudly that even the river could not cover her laughter. She said, "If you just want to use me as a prop, then shouldn't you maintain this prop at an extra high cost? If you have to repay me with your whole life just for enjoying some comfortable life, then you have made a really good deal. Brother, why don't they ask you to do that?" She said the last sentence in a very strange way.

Her brother's face was particularly ugly, and he didn't know if it involved him. He said: "I just want you to get married. After marriage, you can still live a life of luxury. It doesn't ruin your "life". What's more, everyone in the family has to contribute to the family. I have also made a lot of efforts for the expansion of the family..."

"Do you mean studying and working day after day to take charge of the family power?" Isabel interrupted him: "You are not working hard for the family, you are working hard for your own future. Brother, if you still want to convince me with such words, then I will tell you a little secret?" She smiled: "The person in that family actually likes the same sex. Compared with me, he may like you more. Do you want to match with him?"

"This is also a sacrifice for the family." Isabel said earnestly.

Her brother's expression became even uglier. He said sternly, "Stop talking nonsense, Isabel!"

Isabel didn't say anything else. She just said, "If a life of wealth and luxury is a right, I shouldn't even have the right to give it up." She looked up at the sky, which was gloomy. "If it's just a prop, then anyone can do it. Is it just because of a little blood relationship that I am a prop that is more special? No, you have never seen it on me."

Her brother softened his tone and coaxed her, "Isabel, life out there is not as easy as you think. You have no experience in life and will be deceived. There are many bad people among them who will do some cruel and unbelievable things. And money. Without money, you can't even find food and a place to live. You know too little about life out there."

"Brother," Isabel spoke to him quietly, "I know all this."

"I also know," she said, "that ordinary people also live like this. And there are most ordinary people like this in this world. They work to earn money, raise their families with their own hands, and live day after day. If this is what you call suffering, then I am really glad that I can endure it. Prosperity and being superior to others are not necessarily right. There is no right or wrong in life."

"Brother, it's not that my hands can't hold tools, nor that my feet can't measure the land. I'm far from being a tool, but you can't see that you denied my value from the beginning. Brother," she called him again, with an exceptionally penetrating light in her eyes, "Don't exaggerate certain things, as that will only show your cowardice and weakness."

Her brother became particularly angry, perhaps because Isabel had fought back every time. He shouted, "Do you know what you are giving up? Do you think those people down there have a good life when they want something so badly? Will anyone fight for them when they are bullied? Do you want to be like those guys who can't even afford to stay in the hospital when they are sick?"

"If you leave, don't even think about coming back! Don't come back and beg us one day!" he yelled.

Isabel was not angered. She turned the umbrella in her hand and sighed, "Why don't you want to get married? It's like you've done something extremely evil?" She changed the subject and said, "If you, my brother, made a wrong plan and caused the family company to suffer huge losses, would father and his family expel you from the family?"

Her brother was stunned.

"No," Isabel said with some regret, "Because the family and the company are yours. But... isn't that home mine?"

"Brother, please let me go," she turned around and said, "You are different from them. You still know my talents. Or do you want me to stay and... compete with you for the family property?"

Her brother pursed his lips a few times but said nothing. He suddenly remembered the question he had asked her before.

How do captive birds survive outside?

That's my business, brother.

"You're crazy, Isabel." Finally, he just murmured.

But now, he was advising on the phone: "I've heard about your situation. The state department took away a lot of your things. Isabel, are you really not coming back? Mom and Dad actually miss you very much. Over the years, they have regretted ignoring you and forcing you in the early days. This time, if you don't want to talk about marriage, no one will say these things in front of you. Give us a chance and let us compensate you, okay?" He choked.

"Brother," Isabel said in an incredibly calm voice, "The cage has been broken, and I've walked out. How long are you going to linger around the cage?"

After saying this, she hung up the phone. The sea breeze blew, and her heart became clear. She thought that what those people never understood was that she did not leave that home because of lack of their love, but left for her own ideals.

So, don't tell me that you will compensate me, and don't apologize, because you are not really sorry. You just have no other way to go, and when you see that I have taken a new path, you come to me and beg me to go back.

I won't go back. Because I want to pursue my own ideal.

"Everyone is his own little squirrel, and he must go to the forest to find his own pine cones." She turned the umbrella in her hand and gave a soothing smile to Kojima Nanako. The two walked towards the cabin together. "I walked through the wind and rain, through the empty fields, and kept moving forward, just to reach the other side of my dream."

Their figures disappeared into the depths of the ocean liner until they sailed along it across the vast ocean.

This is the story of Isabel, who is searching for her own life. She is about to embark on her next voyage.

===This is the dividing line===

Pei Zhen poured himself a cup of hot tea, and "Baozhi" stretched lazily on the side. After all these days, this gray cat finally adapted to the life in the detective agency. When guests arrived, it would not jump up and hide in the furniture, but it would not separate from Pei Zhen. The more outsiders there were, the closer it would stick to him.

"It's a ten-month-old ragdoll cat, right?" He wrote down some of its characteristics with a pen: "Well, its fur is as white as clouds, its eyes are blue, and its voice is very pleasant, well..."

"Oh, my poor baby," the elegantly dressed woman sitting opposite him sobbed and wiped her tears, saying, "Mom just turned around and it disappeared. It's usually so well behaved and never acts like this. It must have been taken away by someone. Oh my God, what if he doesn't give it food? My poor little star..."

Pei Zhen smiled and said, "Don't worry, our 'Bao Shi' is very experienced in searching for its own kind. So far, it has found five or six lost pets..."

The lady calmly reported a number.

"What, 100,000 yen!" Pei Zhen's eyes widened in an instant, and the tip of his pen drew a short line on the paper, but soon he coughed and said, "Well, don't worry, I will personally search this area thoroughly, and I will return your treasure to you within two or three days at the latest. Don't worry, even if someone tries to stop me, I will let him know that it is wrong to hurt other people's cats and dogs..."

After chatting for a while, the lady left with a feeling of being unsatisfied. Conan watched the scene at the door. He looked over and asked, "Is this what you are doing?"

Pei Zhen was a little confused: "What are these things? Isn't this what a detective should do?"

Conan was a bit disappointed: "I mean solve the case, solve the case! You helped in the last case, why don't you take the opportunity to make a name for yourself, so that other cases will come to you."

"Are you talking about the murder case?" Pei Zhen also looked at him sideways. "Do you know what you are famous for now?" Conan asked. Pei Zhen thought for a moment and asked tentatively, "'Cat Finder'?"

"You know that," Conan almost laughed, "Uncle Maori has been complaining recently that no one has come to him to look for cats. Without this big income for the detective agency, he has even drank two bottles less beer."

"Isn't this good?" Pei Zhen said, "Drinking is not a good thing either. What's more," he stretched out his hand and let the "gem" jump into his arms, "I don't really like solving cases that much."

Conan looked over in surprise.

"Because I don't have the talent," he said calmly. Some of the cases that have occurred recently have already happened in the original novel. If one uses one's familiarity with the plot to forcibly take credit for solving the case, that would be too sad.

Conan thought about it for a long time, and said uncertainly: "Are you... too lazy to reason?" He absolutely did not believe that he did not have that talent, because previous events had already shown him this.

"How is that possible?" Pei Zhen said indifferently. He took the remote control and turned on the TV.

A news report about Yokohama was being broadcast on TV. The Prime Minister of Japan, who had previously appeared in a crime, appeared again. He bent down deeply, lowered his forehead, and apologized loudly to the people.