Chapter 602 A Shattered Home



"Are you full? Would you like me to buy some more snacks?"

"No thanks, I can't eat as much as you."

The two, who had just finished their meal, walked out of the restaurant, hand in hand, and strolled leisurely down the bustling street toward the Kuroki residence.

It's getting late. They spent more than half an hour eating. Guangyou figured the case was almost closed. The suspect had been identified, and they only needed a little bit of evidence to close the case.

Therefore, Guangyou decided to go back to confirm whether his guess was correct, and also to retrieve the backpacks that the two of them had left on the stone bench.

"Oh right, I don't think I told Inspector Megure about that flower arrangement teacher." Kōyū remembered the photos in the album, then thought for a moment and said, "Let's just forget about it, there's no evidence anyway."

...

Although Ayumi and the others had joined the Kuroki family in the courtyard, it remained as quiet as ever.

At this moment, Conan was eating the eel rice that Ayumi had brought him back with chopsticks, while Ayumi and the others sat around the stone table with solemn and somewhat sad expressions on their faces.

Judging from their expressions, Guangyou knew they already knew about the tragedy that had occurred in the house, and were probably still grieving.

He didn't even bother to comfort them. Kids' moods change faster than adults'; they'll probably be fine after a good night's sleep. He'd just say a few words of comfort.

"Conan, have they caught the culprit yet?" Kōyū asked, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. "I see the police aren't at the door anymore, so they must have caught him, right? Is it the one we were thinking of?"

“It’s him.” Conan nodded, swallowing the food in his mouth. “He came back drunk and turned himself in. He’s probably at the police station by now.”

"Where is the child?" Guangyou looked around and pointed to the house. "Inside? Or did he go to the police station?"

It is indeed difficult for a primary school student like Kuroki Tetsuya to bear such a heavy burden. Moreover, such an event could easily cause Kuroki Tetsuya's mental state to collapse.

"He locked himself in his room, and he's probably still crying right now."

Recalling the heart-wrenching cries of Kuroki Tetsuya after learning the news, Conan's heart sank, and he ate much more slowly.

Even though Conan has seen this scene many times, he is still moved by the atmosphere at that time.

"This child is really pitiful."

Even Guangyou had to sigh and say that if the child had been an orphan from the beginning, he wouldn't have been so sad.

Because we had never met, we didn't have any particularly deep feelings for each other.

But Kuroki Tetsuya is different. Judging from the photos, the Kuroki family used to have a very good relationship, which is the main reason for his breakdown.

Originally, he thought his parents were just having a cold war, and he thought his family would eventually return to their original happy state. But now his mother has been killed by his father, his father is in prison, and he is all alone in the huge house.

A happy family of three has been shattered...

Never having had something is not the most heartbreaking thing; it is suddenly losing it.

Just like a billionaire suddenly becoming a naked beggar on the street, not to mention the sense of loss, the despair of losing everything is enough to drag a person into the abyss.

For a child of this age, his parents and the family they form together are everything, and yet both of these things left him on the same day.

It would have been better if this hadn't happened, but it has already happened, and it's too late to say anything now, because no one can travel back in time to prevent this tragedy from happening.

Whether Kuroki Tetsuya can emerge from the shadows by then is a question. In other words, if he can't, half of his life will be ruined.

If Kuroki Tetsuya can overcome the shadow cast by this incident, his future achievements will certainly not be bad.

However, if you ask Tetsuya Kuroki himself, Mitsuyu believes that he would rather give up these achievements and have his home restored to its original state.

"Let's go back, it's getting late." Conan put away his half-eaten bento, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and said to the others, "Let's not bother him, let him have some peace and quiet."

This was said not only to Kōyū, but also to Ayumi and the others.

"Um."

The three children responded and then picked up their schoolbags and headed towards the gate.

Before leaving, Kōyū looked towards Tetsuya Kuroki's room. As an outsider, he could only silently wish the boy success in overcoming his trauma.

After what happened tonight, Ayumi and the others were very downcast. They walked silently home without saying a word.

Ai, who was walking at the very back, turned her head and glanced in the direction of the Kuroki residence, and murmured softly, "I hope that child can meet the right person."

Having had a similar experience, she could understand how Tetsuya Kuroki felt. All she could do now was hope that he could find someone who could change him.

Just like her...

Thinking of this, Ai turned her head to look at Kōyū beside her, but to her surprise, Kōyū was also looking at her at this moment.

Just now, when she turned her head to look at the Kuroki residence, Kōyū had already noticed her action. Out of concern, he turned his head to look at her, and their eyes met.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Ai quickly turned her head and looked away. "You can't even walk properly."

"How would you know I'm looking at you if you don't look at me?" Guangyou chuckled. "Then why are you looking at me?"

"I do what I want, what's it to you?" Ai retorted. "I just happened to see it, but you definitely saw it on purpose."

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