Chapter 234 Twenty-eight Gachapon
When Conan and his two companions rushed into the wooden house, this not-so-big space was in complete chaos.
The three children were held in the arms of the girls, staring at the broken plaster statue on the ground in disbelief. Until they saw them rushing in, the three children and He Ye seemed to have found their backbone and calmed down a little. Only the eldest daughter's face was still pale, staring straight at the pile of plaster fragments and...
Conan's expression changed: it was supposed to be a lifelike statue of a beautiful woman, but now it can be clearly seen from the broken head that there is a real human skull inside the plaster!
"It's Mom." Yuri Tsuji murmured, "Mom's body... I remember now, the coffin from ten years ago was empty."
The young detective and Hattori Heiji immediately rushed to the side of the plaster statue and carefully examined it, while also listening to other people's stories. Only then did they know what had happened.
About ten minutes ago, a group of people arrived at this cabin. As soon as they opened the door, the newly arrived children and Kazuye were attracted by the plaster statue in the center of the cabin.
"So beautiful!" Ayumi exclaimed, "But I seem to have seen it somewhere..."
"Ah, it looks like Sister Tsuji." Mitsuhiko was the first to notice this. He suddenly realized and analyzed firmly, "I know, this is actually the statue of Sister Tsuji's mother!"
Yuri Tsuji smiled and nodded: "Yes, because my father is good at carving. This was carved by my father himself ten years ago after my mother passed away in memory of her."
She shrugged her shoulders and said, "To be honest, my mother didn't like taking pictures before, and I rarely saw her pictures, so after ten years I can hardly remember what she looked like. Only when I come here and see the statue occasionally can I see clearly what the blurred face in my memory looks like."
He Ye, who was quite sensitive to other people's emotions, secretly frowned, looking confused.
Every time I hear Miss Tsuji mention her mother, I can feel her complicated emotions, but I don't know why Miss Tsuji doesn't seem to care much about her mother who passed away early. In contrast, whether it is getting a large tattoo on her body as a young lady or joining a swimming club that is not quite in line with her status, these behaviors seem more like trying to attract the attention of her father who ignores her.
Ah, you can't just make up stories about others in your mind, Toyama Kazuha! How come you learned bad habits from that idiot Heiji? When you see these, you think of other things...
The green-eyed high school girl was awakened from her thoughts and slapped her face to dispel the strange thoughts in her mind.
"Is Sister Tsuji's mother sick?" The simple-minded children asked the most concerned question carefully, looking as if they were afraid of hurting the young lady, "Or is it an accident...?"
Yuri Tsuji's smile faded a little, but her emotions were not directed at the children and Kazuha. Her eyes fell on the gentle smile of the statue.
Yuri Tsuji said calmly: "She committed suicide."
But back to the present, the two detectives, one big and one small, who had been squatting near the broken head of the plaster statue, stood up and shook their heads at the others who had already told the story here.
"No, Mrs. Tsuji didn't commit suicide. It was someone else who pretended to be suicide." Hattori Heiji's voice sounded heavy.
Conan, who was standing next to him, lowered his head, his glasses reflected the light for a moment, and he continued the second half of the sentence in tacit understanding: "-If the human bones in this statue belong to Mrs. Tsuji."
They moved aside slightly so that everyone could see the abnormality in the skull peeking out from under the plaster.
It was cracked and dented, as if it had been hit hard.
"Ayumi, Mitsuhiko and Genta, I might need to trouble you to call the butler and others over." Conan said to the children seriously.
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"…He may have gone to see that doctor." Amuro Toru expressed his guess with difficulty.
No, before he was unsure of the detective's identity, he couldn't stand the doctor's flirting movements. Now that he is sure that the detective is Chi Jiang, it is possible that the other party has been an experiment by the organization for the past seven years, and once he escaped, he actually took the initiative to fall into the tiger's mouth.
When Toru Amuro thought that the doctor the detective went to meet alone might be Vermouth in disguise, he felt as if Lei was crawling all over him!
The determined mystic shuddered.
"I wanted to ask before, who is that doctor? Is he from the organization you mentioned?" Hagiwara Kenji frowned, "The way he looked at Detective-chan was very strange."
"Just say there was murderous intent in his eyes." Matsuda Jinpei sneered, "While Aka was talking, that guy was looking at him with murderous eyes. You two probably couldn't see it clearly from over there on the sofa, but Hagi and I saw it clearly."
Although Jinpei Matsuda didn't sound very anxious, it might have been more convincing if he had let go of the cigarette box that was crumpled into a ball in his hand.
"I'll go find him." Zhu Fu Jingguang said solemnly, "According to what they said before that month, they should be in the clinic now. It's not too late to go there now."
Amuro Toru held Yu Huanran's shoulders and said in a deep voice: "No, I'll go."
"But--!"
"I know Bermode better than you, Scotland. Even if that person is not Bermode, she must have had a hand in it." Amuro Toru's expression was gloomy, and he gradually used the tone of Bourbon who was disguised in the organization, "I have the handle on Bermode, she will not do anything to me for the time being."
He had to find the detective. He couldn't let Bermode really kill the detective... They couldn't accept the shock of seeing their best friend die out of sight for the second time.
Amuro Toru turned and ran towards the main house without waiting for others to stop him. Morofushi Kagemitsu gritted his teeth and was about to chase him when the three people who were left behind heard a burst of shouting from afar.
"Officer Matsuda! Officer Hagiwara! There's a body!!"
The three of them looked shocked, but they couldn't help but walk away without caring about the situation.
At the same time, without their knowledge, Akajiang Nayue actually came to the clinic where she had rested before.
Doctor Shinchu was sitting at the table, and seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time. When the detective came in, he smiled and said hello: "You are here, Mr. Detective."
"I'll take care of the physical examination, thanks." The detective nodded calmly and took the initiative to follow the other party to the back of the drawn curtain, where there was a soft-looking bed.
"Take off your shirt. I need to examine you carefully." Dr. Xinchu said gently, "If you feel embarrassed, Detective, I will try to be quick."
Although he said so, the detective did not look uncomfortable at all, as if he was already used to such examinations and such unreasonable instructions. He naturally took off his two pieces of clothing, exposing his upper body covered with scars to Dr. Shinichi.
The detective seemed to hear a slight gasp.
The corners of the newly-appointed doctor's mouth seemed to straighten for a moment, then they were raised again. He moved very close, lightly touching the detective's body with his hands, observing him without blinking.
The detective has many scars on his body, new and old ones stacked together, which is shocking to look at, and the most eye-catching one is the one on his chest.
The two remained silent until the newly-arrived doctor's fingertips pressed on the scar on the detective's chest that was clearly caused by gun ammunition. Although it was a very erotic scene at first glance, there was no ambiguous atmosphere in the small space behind the curtain, and it was even filled with suffocating silence.
"..." Doctor Shinchu still had a faint and serious smile on his face. His subordinates behind him clenched their fists consciously, and the fingers touching the scar still maintained a cautious strength. "Detective, this scar is very new... In such a dangerous position, it seems that the recovery after the operation is not bad."
The detective seemed unable to feel the frozen air around him. He showed no resistance even when the vital part of his chest was touched. He looked listlessly with his eyes lowered, and even a little guilty.
"Yeah." The detective cleared his throat, like a kid who was caught by his parents after doing something bad. "Maybe it's because I have great self-healing abilities."
The newly-appointed doctor smiled more gently, and applied a little more force to the fingertips: "Really? Does it still hurt now?"
The black-haired young man lying on the bed froze: "No, no pain?"
The blue-eyed doctor gave me an encouraging (threatening) look.
"……pain."
The detective surrendered. He pursed his lips and spoke softly, as if he was not used to expressing his true thoughts like this: "It hurts at first. Although it won't tear apart, it hurts a lot when you move vigorously."
It was a pain that even a detective whose sense of pain was only 30% of that of a normal person could still feel. But just like the headache that attacked him every night after he lost his memory, the pain in his heart was perfectly concealed by the detective. Even Conan, who was in close contact with the detective almost every day, didn't notice it.
"But the feeling of pain is not as important as anything else." The detective finally made eye contact with the doctor beside the bed, and raised his voice slightly, "Sen, I'm free."
Even though the intense exercise would make the scar on his chest painful and embarrassing, the detective did not show it at all and treated his motorcycle like an avid racing enthusiast, because this was something he could not do when he was still controlled by Karasuma Renya.
It's hard to tell which is more addictive, the joy of no longer being controlled by others or the pain brought by scars. The detective's subconscious made a choice for him before he recovered his memory - he wanted it all. He wanted the pain to remind him how he survived, and the happiness to remind him that he was free.
The detective held the doctor's hand on his chest, and even though he was lying down at this time, his expression looked as if their positions had been reversed.
"So I'm here to take you away." Chijiang Nayue narrowed her eyes and said the familiar words, "I want to invite you to join my camp, Teacher Sharon."*
It's not about immersing herself in darkness or joining the Red Team, but simply staying by his side. From now on, he will not interfere with any of her choices. After all, they are family, and they are the only family left in this world.
The black-haired, blue-eyed doctor held his hand in silence. After a while, he chuckled softly.
"Okay, I'll join."*
Sharon Wynyard said to Chijiang Nayue.