Chapter 119 Past Events in a Foreign Country

[Why are the recent cases more terrifying than the last

? Ahh ... ]

[It feels like most foreign cases are buried in their own yards. They have a strong sense of territory. Without solid evidence, no one would casually check other people's yards.]

[So there must be a big problem inside. Hiroshi Hanedani doesn't seem like a good person. It feels like he is another beast in human skin like Kazushi Matsuo. If they really have the kindness to adopt a terminally ill child, at least they will bury them properly after they die. Why bury them in the yard like trash?]

[#The tree in the yard when several people just walked in#We were ambushed as soon as we walked in! The tree where the bones were dug out was obviously bigger than the ones next to it.]

"He's been dead for at least thirty years." Kogoro Mori said.

In front of him, dozens of scattered corpses were lined up. It was not difficult to tell from these incompletely developed skeletons that they were all children of eight or nine years old. Maori Ran was arranged by the man to take care of the children who were still in the living room, so that they would not run out and see this scene.

"There is another one here."

Sai Yiyi wrapped the skeleton dug out from the other side of the yard in his coat and walked over a few steps. He gently placed the bones still covered with mud on the ground. The man's face was pale. He had never expected that there would be so many skeletons of children buried under his uncle's villa.

"Okay..." Surrounded by the pits of earth thrown by the shovel, Maori Kogoro said after confirming that no other corpses could be found for a while, "There are a total of fourteen."

Fourteen.

The sullen little detective at the side reacted instantly and shouted, "Uncle! Were there also fourteen portraits in the storage room last night?"

"Portraits? Could it be that these corpses are of the girls in the portraits... Why are you still staying here?!" Before he finished speaking, Mouri Kogoro's fist hit the boy on the head directly, "Kid, you should stay in the living room now!"

It hurts!

Edogawa Conan was about to say something when he saw Haibara Ai, who had already returned to the living room with Dr. Agasa, standing by the door of the villa, with her hands on her chest and a locked brow, as if she had something to say to him.

The brown-haired girl rarely shows this kind of expression, and most of the time she is related to that organization. Edogawa Conan's heart sank, and he ran to the gate and pulled her to a secluded place, "What did you find?"

"Soma."

Huibara Ai whispered the name, "If I'm not mistaken... they must have all been injected with that drug. The dream drug developed by the organization, named after the god of elixir that grants immortality to all gods. It is said that 'Soma' can make people eternally young."

"...eternal youth?"

"Yes. The incompletely developed first-generation Soma can slow down the growth and replacement rate of all cells except the nervous system, including bones, muscles, internal organs, hair, etc."

"Doesn't that mean it's already done?!" The meaning in the girl's voice made Conan Edogawa shout out subconsciously, his voice rising several degrees, and before others looked over, Ai Huibara covered her mouth to suppress the remaining sound.

"No... people can't go against the flow of time. If they want to change reluctantly, humans will be punished." Ai Huibara lowered her voice, "The first generation of Soma will cause great damage to bones and internal organs while slowing down the growth rate of cells, just like ATPX4869. Before it turns you and me back to youth, it is an absolute deadly poison."

Conan Edogawa instantly thought of Hiroshi Hanedani, who specializes in adopting "terminally ill children."

"Those children..."

"I'm afraid that's the case, Kudo." The brown-haired girl lowered her head, recalling the old information she had read some time ago, "bone softening, internal organs weakening, pain amplification, and countless complications... basically no one who was injected can survive for more than two years... This villa and the adopted children are nothing more than a drug testing site for the philanthropist Hiroshi Hanetani."

The boy clenched his fists suddenly, his nails digging into the flesh of his palms, but he didn't feel any pain. He thought of the news reports full of praise, and all the portraits in the storage room. Chaotic thoughts churned in his mind for a long time, and in the end he could only grit his teeth and spit out, "This scumbag."

"This is the style of the organization. No matter if it's a child or something else, in their eyes, they are just mice that can be used for random experiments..."

Huihara paused, and suddenly recalled the appearance of herself holding the medicine and aiming it at the neck of the man tied on the laboratory table.

"If in the future, you are in charge of my experiment."

The man with cold gray eyes squatted down, with unprecedented seriousness and determination in his eyes, as if he had shot an icy arrow with his own hands, cutting off all the threads connecting the two of them.

"Don't hesitate at all, push that thing into my blood vessels calmly, no matter what is inside. In your eyes, I should be no different from a white mouse. "

She wrote down all these instructions and did it. But did she really get peace back?

She didn't know

either. The protector with cold grey eyes in the memory was shown on the screen exactly as it was. The girl, who was not yet grown up at that time, sobbed and put her forehead against his. Her hands stubbornly grabbed the collar of the man's chest, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop the man who walked towards the abyss without looking back.

[Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck? ! ! This scene is the relationship between the two people, Shi Hammer, before it was just hinted that this time he would be hammered to death (although that painting and the instructions can almost be regarded as Shi Hammer after they came out)]

[Ah? ? So Cointreau is a test subject like Sister Bay, which means he may also be a successful case of 'eternal youth', then it's not Chao Li's nephew who is the brother, so

%, is the child in the painting Cointreau? He was kidnapped by a trafficker and sold abroad, and then sold to the scumbag Hiroshi Hanedani. All the other children died because of the drugs, but he survived. Later, he was taken away by the organization for experimental value and became Cointreau... Don't do this, ah ah ah ah, do

you have to do this! ! ] [Even if I lie in a coffin and am buried in the ground, I will use my rotten voice to shout "Old thief, are you a human being!" Am I a chopping block? ? From this perspective... Cointreau and Asari are really a family. Although their external temperaments are very different, they are still soft inside. What happened at that time that made me warn Ai-chan like this]

[It feels like he is being suspected by the organization. He doesn’t want to involve Ai, who he has a very good relationship with, so he tells her to pretend that they are strangers... But why is he suspected? It seems that when Cointreau appeared before, he was very fierce from the inside out. Even Bourbon would subconsciously tense when he saw Atari who looked similar to him. It doesn’t seem like he would be suspected by the organization.]

[Maybe something happened before? Let’s see what happens next. ]

[Ai-chan... sob sob my ai-chan...There are only two people in my life that I can completely rely on, one was killed by the organization, and the other was forced into a stranger by the organization. This wave of organizations is really inhumane ah ah ah My fists are hard, I wish I could go into the organization and go bankrupt right now The two of them stick together, the two wounded people continue to accompany each other, heal each other's wounds and have the caring care of the healing nanny Chaoli Hehe]

"...Haibara? Hey hey..."

The voice of Conan Edogawa pulled the brown-haired girl out of her memories. She pursed her lips, retracted all the emotions that were exposed because of the memories just now, and said coldly, "What's wrong?"

"What were you thinking about just now?" Intuition told the young detective that Haibara Ai must have been thinking about something related to the organization.

"Nothing. Do you have any clues?"

Knowing that Haibara Ai would not tell him so easily, Edogawa Conan had to give up. Then he thought of Tsukiyama Asari, whose whereabouts are still unknown. His brows were twisted into a ball. In the end, he could only ruffle his black hair in vain and prepare to look for clues elsewhere.

"Kudo."

The boy was about to turn around to investigate other clues, but stopped because of Haibara Ai's words. He turned around and responded lightly, waiting for the other party to finish.

"The boy in the portrait..."

"Do you know who he is?" Conan Edogawa said in a daze. He didn't remember telling Ai Haibara about Tsukiyama Asari's missing brother, nor did he show her the photo on the missing person notice.

"...I'm not sure." The brown-haired girl bit her lower lip, showing such a erratic expression. "I can't be sure until I see the complete portrait."

The portrait should still be at the crime scene. The detective pondered for a while, and decided to go back and check the frame. The girl who had always been the least interested in this kind of murder case also followed and walked to the bedroom on the second floor with Conan Edogawa.

Because Tsukiyama Asari was still missing, Edogawa Conan almost jogged all the way, shaking off the dust left on the carpet and the steps. The villa, which was originally like a haunted house, seemed to be shrouded in a cloud of resentment after those old corpses were exposed to the sun. The various cold-colored expensive decorations in the corridor had eyes and looked at the two people who hurried by indifferently.

In the bedroom, the corpse had been moved away, and the smell of burning by the fire was washed away by the continuous cold wind and rain. The portrait that should have appeared in a horror movie was forgotten by everyone and hung above the bed, just like the corpses in the courtyard outside the house that had been forgotten for more than 30 years, waiting for the arrival of the discoverer alone.

Conan Edogawa took the portrait, which was too heavy for a child, down from the wall and placed it on the bed.

The frame was also carefully opened, revealing the old papers inside. The detective leaned over and carefully examined the tear in the portrait. His brows, which had been tightly locked, finally relaxed. "It was newly torn off, and it should be no more than a week... That is to say, those who witnessed the death scene of Muneyuki Hatani must have seen what the portrait looked like before!"

Tsukiyama Yiyong's cold gray eyes were very unusual. As long as the color of the eyes was determined, it would be finally confirmed.

Thinking of this, Conan Edogawa was about to put the portrait back properly, but when he picked up the frame, he caught a glimpse of dark red.

What is this?

The boy lowered his head and looked at the picture frame carefully. There was a thin and long gap at the outermost edge, and there was a small piece of dark red in the middle of the gap on the left side.

"Grayhara... do you have a clip or something like that?"

"Here."

The little detective, who was paying all his attention to the picture frame, thanked him softly and took the thin and long hairpin. He carefully inserted the tip of the hairpin into the gap of the picture frame and hooked out the thing inside.

It was a small piece of solidified gel, dark red in color. The boy rubbed it with his fingertips. The surface was very smooth. If you get close and try to smell it, you can smell a faint smell of chemicals.

He wrapped the things in a handkerchief and put it in his pocket. When he looked back, he found that Haibara Ai was staring at the portrait in a daze. Her hand was touching the rough surface of the portrait, but her fingertips did not dare to press it down. She just touched it emptyly.

"...... Haibara?"

The girl whose name was called put down her hand and walked out of the room without looking back. She didn't speak until she was standing in the corridor, "Didn't you say to ask the people who were there before what the complete portrait looks like? Let's go."

"Oh... okay."

Edogawa Conan ran over and caught up with Haibara Ai who was already walking towards the stairs. The two wanted to go downstairs to find Sai Yoshiichi who was moving corpses in the backyard with Maori Kogoro, but they caught a familiar figure when passing by the study.

It was Mori Yu Sachiko, she was looking for something in the study, her curly long hair was draped over her shoulders, and wrinkles on her face were faintly visible under her makeup. Kojima Genta had secretly said before that she looked like an old lady with a bad temper.

The woman did not look very happy when she saw the two of them running in. She took out the things she was looking for from the drawer. They were a few tools, which should be what Maori Kogoro and the others asked her to find.

"Mrs. Mori Yu!" Edogawa Conan stopped and tried to attract the man's attention. Mori Yu Sachiko frowned and lowered her head impatiently waiting for him to speak. The necklace around her neck drooped down, and a large ornament was hanging on it.

It was really exaggerated.

Conan Edogawa couldn't help but complain in his heart when looking at the pendant, but he didn't show it on his face. He repeated the idea he had told Huibara Ai before, "So at that time, did Mrs. Mori Yu see what the child in the painting looked like?"

"Who would look at such an unlucky thing?!" The woman frowned, and wrapped herself tightly in her thick coat as if she had thought of something that made people shiver. Her nails dug into the surface of the velvet, and she tried to recall the scene at that time, "It was dark in the room that day, and everything looked the same color. How could she notice this..."

"You haven't seen it since then?" The little detective asked persistently, "Important features are fine."

"Characteristics... If I must say, I seem to have heard from the police that the boy in the portrait has bright eyes... It looks scary, as if he was really staring at me." Carefully recalling the scene at that time, Mori Yusachiko finally grasped a few key words from her long-fuzzy memory, "His eyes seem to be gray, but not ordinary gray... The kind that is very bright."

Edogawa Conan was about to ask something else, but the girl next to him who had been silent all the time suddenly grabbed his sleeve, and the whole person fell backwards uncontrollably and fell on the wall.

Yu Sachiko Mori had used up all her patience, and just said hurriedly, "That's it, kid should stay in the living room now," and left without looking back.

"Hiss - what are you doing... Hey?"

The boy stood up from the wall, and the question he blurted out was interrupted by another discovery. When he fell backwards just now, he swung his wrists a few times in panic, and his watch hit the wall, but it didn't make a dull sound, but a crisp sound.

There is another space behind this!

Conan Edogawa instantly put the brown-haired girl's strange behavior behind him, frowned, walked over, tapped the wall with his fingers, and turned his ear to listen to the sound.

This wall is sandwiched between the study and the bedroom. The wall is not very thick, and it is even more difficult to install a secret passage, so the thickness of the wall is very thin, and the sound it makes when knocked is quite different from that of a normal wall.

The boy cast his eyes on the bookcase on the other side. He tried his best to push it open, but the bookcase was like it was nailed to the ground and did not move at all.

"A secret room that can be found by brute force is not a secret room, great detective." Huiyuan Ai returned to her usual familiar tone, standing in front of the bookcase with her arms crossed and said helplessly, "Instead of wasting energy there, why not study the books here..."

"What's wrong with you today? You're not in a good state, great detective."

"Of course I'm not in a good state, Chaoli brother is still..." Edogawa Conan walked a few steps to the front of the bookcase, looking at the pages from top to bottom, and responded, "You are not qualified to say anything about me, aren't you weird today?"

The brown-haired girl raised an eyebrow and did not comment.

There are many hardcover books inside, but it is more like decoration than viewing. Occasionally, there is space in the books to place sculptures that look valuable.

Conan Edogawa went over to take a closer look and found that the circular base was engraved with English letters all around. The boy reached out to pick it up and looked at it, but he couldn't move it after several attempts. This small statue was firmly fixed to the bottom, just like the bookcase.

He gently twisted the main part of the statue.

The heavy base made a strange clicking sound, and the statue that seemed immovable turned slightly with his movement. The boy frowned and looked elsewhere. There were three more similar statues...

"Haibara! Twist the two at the bottom to 'm' and 'a'."

"The password is Soma?" Haibara Ai reacted instantly and reached out to twist the two statues at the bottom to the appropriate position.

When Conan Edogawa twisted the last one to the corresponding position, the entire bookcase made a dull sound that was not loud, and opened a little from the middle.

There wasn't much dust, which meant it must have been opened not long ago, and more than once.

Maybe Tsukiyama Asari was imprisoned inside.

The little boy's heart pounded a few times, and he held out an inexplicable hope, hoping that when he went down, he would see his brother, who was knocked unconscious and tied up, but not in any serious trouble, and then wake him up and leave this damn secret room with him.

"Haihara, stand behind me." After instructing, Edogawa Conan turned on the flashlight on his watch and used it to illuminate the dark inner passage.

The brown-haired girl then shifted her attention from a folded newspaper sandwiched between the books next to the statue, and followed him into the secret passage.

After the two of them went in, the bookshelf behind them closed again.

As soon as he saw clearly what was under his feet, the boy frowned. He saw a series of messy footprints on the narrow ground at the entrance of the secret passage. At least three people had entered and exited.

Further ahead was a staircase leading down. The real secret room was probably underground, but the door to the secret room was on the second floor. The two of them walked slowly down with the only light. The air was full of stale smell and acrid dust.

Edogawa Conan saw a patch of dried blood at the corner of the stairs. The area was not large, but it was particularly terrifying under the bleak light of the flashlight.

The position was very low, almost reaching the boy's neck. This mark was like a person who was unconscious was brought here, put on the ground, and thrown against the wall by his hair, leaving a bloody mark.

The boy's face turned as pale as the light. When he walked down, his steps were much faster than before, and he almost missed several times. If Huiyuan Ai hadn't pulled him from behind, he would have fallen down and rolled all the way to the bottom.

"Calm down, Kudo."

"What do you want me to do..." Edogawa Conan said anxiously, then he reacted, gritted his teeth to suppress his almost roaring voice, and apologized to the person behind him who was affected by his anxiety, "How can I calm down... Sorry."

The two went down again, passed the stairs and walked through a long and narrow tunnel, and finally reached the last secret room.

There was nothing inside, but Tsukiyama Asari had indeed been here.

Edogawa Conan picked up the burnt hemp rope on the ground and the damaged delay device, "The ground is... gasoline?"

It seems that a delay device was originally set up, and the man who was still unconscious was burned to death in this room without sunlight, but it was destroyed.

The traces on the rope. The young detective carefully picked it up and examined it several times, and found that the rope was more likely to be untied by the trapped person himself than by others.

In other words, Tsukiyama Asari woke up before the flame on the candle touched the gasoline, burned the rope with the candle, destroyed the device, and left the room.

But since he had already escaped, why is his whereabouts unknown until now, and the footprints at the door clearly show that there are three people, and the guy who kidnapped him also has an accomplice.

He needs more clues.

Conan Edogawa forced himself to calm down and looked around the secret room. There was only an iron cabinet and an iron bed inside, and even the windows were nailed shut with wooden boards. It looked like a prison cell.

Although there were bedding and pillows on the iron bed, it didn't look like a place where people could live. Haibara Ai walked around the iron bed and called him over.

The next second, the boy was pressed directly onto the mattress, "Wait?! It's all covered in dust!"

"Don't worry, Detective. I just checked and there's not much dust on it." As if to reassure him, Haibara Ai rubbed her hand on the mattress and showed him her clean palm, "There should be a mechanism here. It can only be opened when someone lies on it."

"What kind of strange mechanism is this? And you are too skilled... huh?!" Edogawa Conan's dissatisfied retort was scared off in his throat by the other party's next move. This iron bed actually had sturdy straps hidden in the blind corners. The brown-haired girl fixed his limbs at the four corners in a few moves.

"It's time to sacrifice, great detective."

"What kind of sacrifice is this?" Hearing the joy in the other party's voice, Edogawa Conan couldn't help but mutter with his half-moon eyes. This feeling was really too strange, as if he would become a sheep in a slaughterhouse in the next second, fixed on the chopping board without any ability to resist, and could only wait for that person to sharpen the knife

. As the four straps were pulled to the right position, the metal button on the edge of the bed seemed to have finally gotten rid of its shackles and could be easily twisted. It was still the name of the immortal god, and a secret compartment popped up under the bed.

Huihara Ai's expression sank, "It's a record report... and an experimental device."

Several empty tubes of medicine, some miscellaneous syringes, half a bottle of opened alcohol, and a thin, yellowed report.

[On x/x/xxxx, injected the first generation. Afterwards, hemorrhage appeared, heart function weakened... dying, preparing to find the next experimental subject]

[On x/x/xxxx, injected. Afterwards, vision loss, tinnitus...]

Without looking at the previous records, Huihara Ai quickly turned to the last page, where there was a line of flowing words, and it seemed that the person who wrote this line was very emotional.

[On x/x/xxxx, injected. Afterwards, hemorrhage appeared, no other adverse reactions...]

"Kudo."

The brown-haired girl gritted her teeth and closed the notebook, but did not get any response. She frowned and looked over, only to see Edogawa Conan, who had given up the struggle and was lying down waiting for her to let him go after reading the message, turned his head and looked at something, with a cold face.

His chest seemed to be blocked by a ball of heavy cotton, and he couldn't breathe because of the oppression. His right hand, which was trapped in the upper corner, easily touched the wall. It was a dead corner that only people lying on the bed could see, and it was full of dense marks.

As if the hand had scratched unconsciously in extreme pain, the messy lines were scattered on the wall, and there were also some handwriting mixed in it, familiar Japanese, some of which were so lightly engraved that they were blurred and unrecognizable, but others were still enough for Edogawa Conan to see the content clearly.

Together with the bloodstains that had long dried up into dark black, on the messy scratches, he had lost all his mind because of the pain, and could only use his not-yet-hard nails to carve the only thought in his heart, and carved the repetitive, childish words over and over again.

[I Want to Go Home]

The author has something to say:

Thank you for reading

On the nth day of being locked up in the dormitory, my computer broke down. Belike: Ahhhhh, how can I live without you? Computer——computer————don’t leave me————

Misfortunes never come alone (wipe tears) and Taotao cried with their heads in pain

But it doesn’t affect my typing. Hehe, I can still type sparks with my phone keyboard!

Thanks to the little angel who cast the shallow water bomb: 雛森Momo 1;