Chapter 116 Hatred
It is hard to imagine what kind of state a person is in to choose such a way of revenge.
Time is a river flowing through mud and sand. People always have more trust in the stones that remain in it, because they believe that time is a test for people, and there is nothing better than it. "Long Yi" also believes that such a long wait is a severe questioning for the person waiting, questioning his own heart and his own spirit.
Edogawa Ranpo stepped forward and said, "This is not a sudden murder. This torture was planned many years ago. I remember asking you when the doctor started to see the deceased, right?"
Komachi Koyuki on the side covered her mouth in horror. She murmured, "You asked me. I told you, the housekeeper said that the doctor was changed five years ago..."
"I asked you again for advice," Edogawa Ranpo's eyes became sharp. "You said that the previous doctor was a young female doctor, but after a while, you didn't trust her ability, so you found the current doctor, Ikei."
"Yes," the housekeeper showed a look of difficult thinking: "I remember that the master of the family thought she was too young, and he wanted to find a more experienced one..."
Edogawa Ranpo sneered: "In the end, you changed one, but your situation is still the same. I say, don't you plan to go to some big hospitals for a checkup?"
The housekeeper was a little confused, and he said: "The owner believes that family doctors are the best, and that is indeed the case. Moreover, they have a good reputation in this field..."
[Chun Jiang Yingcai was troubled by his headaches every day. He was often in a trance and heard some strange murmurs. Sometimes he was disturbed by some inexplicable small movements. He was frightened for no reason, but when he looked carefully, there was nothing there. He didn't like the female doctor. He always felt that her eyes were strange, cold and piercing, as if she could see into his skin inch by inch.
He didn't think that he was anxious because of what he had done in the past. He didn't believe that there would be retribution in this world because they had already enjoyed the fruits of their labor. If there really was retribution for good and evil, those two old guys wouldn't have met a group of people like him.
Haha, he can still recall the joy he felt when he was so unrestrained. Thinking of this, he licked his lips. 】
"Long Yi" said: "I have been investigating the motive of that case. Due to the lack of information, I can only find two possible directions. One is the tragic case ten years ago, where an elderly couple was murdered in this villa. All their property, cash and antiques, were looted on that stormy night. The police believed that it was a crime committed by pirates and issued a wanted warrant. But today, it seems that there are still many doubts about that case."
Edogawa Ranpo was observing everyone's expressions. The butler had a blank expression on his face, Komachi Koyuki was extremely shocked, and Morishima Ai lowered her head slightly, as if she had not yet recovered from the previous death case. There was nothing unusual about the others. The servant who had been working outside the house also looked panicked, which was reasonable.
"As far as you know," "Long Yi" smiled and said, "Mr. Chunjiang inherited this villa in the name of the old couple's distant relatives. Although he obtained the ownership of this villa, he never came to this island in the first few years. If he had not gone bankrupt and sold all his finances, leaving only this house, he would not have chosen to come here."
[This is a desolate old house with old and outdated facilities and musty decorations. When the wind blows through the holes, a creaking sound is heard, as if there are invisible people walking back and forth on the old floor. 】
He sighed: "I can't find anyone related to them, but what's interesting is that there are some wonderful little spaces in this house that Chunjiang Yingcai, the owner, doesn't know about, but the murderer does."
"Ah?" Those who had lived in this house for several years looked up. They looked at him in confusion, not understanding what he was saying.
"Long Yi" raised his hand and drew a line on the side of his head with his fingers: "I put the whole house into my mind. I visually estimated the length, width and height of all the rooms and embedded them one by one into the shell of the house in my mind. Then, after some calculations, I found that there are many dark parts in this villa that do not belong to the rooms and corridors. So, what are they used for?"
Are you kidding? Can this be calculated? This kind of rotation measurement in three-dimensional space is even more difficult than the most difficult math problems they have ever seen, and many people were confused.
"Someone used this part to enter the deceased's room," Long Yi said with certainty, as if stating a fact that had been verified. "'He' didn't need a key to enter. The room where the deceased was was not a secret room at all."
After saying that, he picked up the lamp and walked in one direction. Ranpo followed behind him. Everyone was stunned for a moment, then quickly followed.
Chunjiang Yingcai's door was tightly closed. In order to protect the scene, nothing in the room was moved. Even his body was still lying there, only covered with a thin layer of white cloth. When people came here, they couldn't help but stay away from him, with fear on their faces.
"Long Yi" took out a piece of thin toilet paper, separated it from the layers, then held one of them and tried it on the wall, but there was no movement. Then he opened the cabinet in the room, and as soon as he opened it, a painting hanging inside attracted everyone's attention.
The housekeeper couldn't help but explain, "This is a painting of a lady that the master bought a long time ago. It is said to be a treasure from ancient China. Because he loved it so much, he didn't sell it and kept it with him."
"It won't sell for much," Edogawa Ranpo suddenly said, "This is a fake. The real original is in Italy. The collector is a high-ranking member of the Mafia. This is at most a high-end imitation."
"Is, is that so?" The butler was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say.
The thin piece of paper fluttered gently when it was placed in one place.
"What does this prove?" Some people still don't understand.
"There is a mechanism behind this," Edogawa Ranpo said quietly, "There is a passage behind this, and the passage is connected to the outside world, so there is wind."
[He saw the door was opened and a figure was standing at the door looking at him. The wind was so strong that his quilt was blown up. He tried hard to catch it, but his body could not move. He was like a dead body, watching the foreign object invade him. He trembled like a weak child.
I just can't wake up.
And when he wakes up, he will find that it was just a dream. 】
"Long Yi" frowned and stared at this place.
"Then how do we get in?" asked the butler.
"The entrance to the mechanism is not here, and the control valve is also inside. We can't get in from here." "Long Yi" shook his head, and he turned around and said, "This cabinet wasn't there from the beginning, right?"
The housekeeper nodded and said, "It was built two years ago to store the things the master likes."
"Long Yi" said helplessly: "This blocked the original wall. No wonder I couldn't find anything at the beginning."
"Kyosuke" watched them solve the case, "Ryuichi" explained what he had discovered, and Ranpo was watching him secretly. He found that he didn't do anything, just watching the scene, with a strange light in his eyes. Many thoughts raced through his mind.
"Then, what should we do?" Komachi Koyuki hid beside Morishima Ai. She stared at the back of the cabinet with some fear and curiosity: "Can we just hammer it open here?"
Several people looked at her together, "Not for now." "Long Yi" smiled and said, "Let's talk about it later. Let's first analyze the specific method used by the murderer to kill the owner of the room."
He looked at Edogawa Ranpo, who took over the conversation and walked out of the crowd with a smile: "At the beginning, we all thought that the murderer used drugs to suffocate the victim. But later we found that things were not that simple."
He looked around at everyone and saw that no one asked questions. He couldn't help but feel a little regretful: "The murderer's death was indeed affected by drugs, but it was not as we imagined, a single poisoning that suffocated him to death. It was..." He frowned, hiding the coldness in his eyes: "Again and again, for more than seven years, it made him gradually panic and terrified, and even manic and crazy, a long torture that led to his death! This final death is just an ending given to us by the murderer, it is 'his' after-school entertainment after countless years. 'He' wanted him to die, but he didn't want him to die so easily. 'He' wanted him to be in the world, but as if he were in hell, suffering forever and without a solution!"
What terrible words these are! What kind of deep hatred can make a person do such a cold-blooded and cruel thing? This huge malice is like the sticky seaweed in the deep sea, crawling up in wisp and thread, countlessly, wrapping around your whole body, wrapping you tightly, not letting go of even a breath of air.
Everyone shuddered at what they heard. They stood where they were, as if they were standing in the cold wind, and even their bones were chilled.
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