Upon hearing the words "unspeakable secret," President Schindler looked up in a panic.
"No, Village, stop talking!"
You might as well kill me!
Seeing that the two people in front of them had given up on denying their intention to kill, Akechi and Amuro Tooru exchanged a glance and both breathed a sigh of relief.
In other words, there are far fewer annoying disputes.
Therefore, I became even more curious about President Schindler's "secret".
However, before the village could reveal anything, Yoruichi Toyama sneered.
"What's the secret?"
"Was President Schindler's ancestor a serial killer?"
Even so…
"How...how did you know?!"
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the two surprised people at the same time.
Of course I know.
Yoruichi Toyama thought silently.
I have seen the Conan movies.
Moreover, I found the president's inexplicable motive for murder strange from the very first viewing.
"Oh, it was just a guess." With the correct answer in hand, Yoruichi Toyama could legitimately start cheating again, pretending it was the result of her own deduction.
"Isn't that computer genius Hiroki Mr. Sakura's son? He committed suicide for some reason after working for the Schindler Group."
"Since Mr. Mura wants to avenge President Schindler, he must have some evidence that the president forced Hiroki to his death."
"And what was making headlines at the time was the software that Hiroki developed, right?"
"It's a software that tracks bloodline information through DNA."
"So, it's very likely that Hiroki found out about President Schindler's bloodline through this software, which is why the president silenced him, right?"
"Your reasoning," Amuro Tooru couldn't help but click his tongue as he listened to his eloquent explanation, only to arrive at such a conclusion, "is almost on par with the reasoning of my master Kogoro when he's sober."
As a disciple, it's probably inappropriate to openly mock someone, so he emphasized the word "clear-headed" to convey a sarcastic tone.
Yoichi Toyama laughed upon hearing this, but then immediately spread his hands.
"But I guessed right!"
Amuro Tooru froze for a moment, his gaze sweeping over President Schindler and Tadahiro Mura in turn, before he sighed helplessly.
"What kind of bloodline could drive President Schindler to commit murder?"
Moreover, after forcing Hiroki, who knew the truth, to his death, they discovered that Sakura also knew the truth and were about to kill Sakura.
If you weren't a half-giant like Hagrid or a werewolf like Professor Lupin, it would be a bit hard to believe, right?
Three police officers from different posts simultaneously focused their attention on President Schindler.
Unable to continue hiding like an ostrich, President Schindler suddenly punched his knee, his expression one of utter despair.
“I… Hiroki accidentally obtained my DNA sample and traced it back to… my ancestor, the infamous ‘Jack the Ripper’… that genuine serial killer!…”
Akechi waited a while longer, and when he didn't say anything more, he looked at Yoruichi Toyama with a puzzled expression.
That's it?
Yoruichi Toyama shrugged, blinked innocently, and looked at Tooru Amuro.
That's it...
Amuro Tooru rolled his eyes and glared at President Schindler: "That's it!"
"You drove a 10-year-old child to his death because of this kind of nonsense!"
"I...I didn't mean to...How could I possibly want Hiroki to die! I treated him like my own son!"
President Schindler cried out in anguish.
“I’m just too worried… He’s just a kid after all. What if… what if he’s too outspoken and reveals this secret to the public… my reputation, my career… no, wait?”
After venting his emotions, he belatedly looked up and stared at Amuro Tooru with a puzzled expression.
What do you mean by 'that'?
"Isn't this a scandal that could destroy me and the company I built from scratch?"
This rhetorical question left even a police officer, who was usually familiar with the methods of framing people, speechless.
"Then let me ask you, before Hiroki discovered that you were... a descendant of Jack the Ripper, had you ever killed anyone?"
Upon discovering that his two good buddies were quite shocked, Toyama Yoru had no choice but to take over the conversation.
President Schindler stared at him blankly for a moment before he realized what was happening.
"No! How could I... Even if I were a descendant of a serial killer, I would never kill anyone!"
Yoruichi Toyama's eyebrows twitched, and he snorted.
Mingzhi glanced at the dagger that had been placed on the table as evidence.
"But you just tried to kill Mr. Village, but failed."
Schindler, who was about to loudly protest, suddenly fell silent, his thin face turning red and purple.
“I…that’s because…no, I’m not…”
“Of course you didn’t want to kill someone because of any genetics,” Yoruichi Toyama said calmly.
"The police certainly wouldn't presume to judge whether someone is a good or bad person based on their bloodline."
"What turns a person into a murderer is his heart, it is his own decision to do it."
“You are a good example, President Schindler.”
His voice was not loud, nor was it impassioned.
But it was like a bucket of cold water poured over Schindler's head, who had been feeling dizzy and disoriented for more than two years due to the chaotic state of his blood.
He stared blankly ahead, not looking at anyone, seemingly deep in thought.
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