Chapter 121 Past in a Foreign Country

The girl’s cry almost overlapped with the heart-wrenching cry she had once made at the university professor’s house.

After a brief moment of trance, Conan Edogawa subconsciously reached out to hold her, letting Ai Huihara grab her clothes and smear her tears on the fabric. Her chaotic thoughts were also revealed in the comics.

The man with the beret reached out and picked her up, and walked out of the sea of ​​fire.

In the silent room and the dim warm yellow light, the ungloved fingers turned the pages of the book, leaving a fairy tale book that didn’t fit in on the desk full of course readings.

The flowers blooming in the study, the small buttons used to decorate the snowman in the drawer, and the chef showed a gentle expression when he brought the meal to the table.

Then there was the dim room again. The girl forcefully ripped open the man's collar. The most powerful and mysterious killer of the organization was defeated in front of her. He could only paralyze his hands and consciousness to the sides, showing a surrender gesture full of helplessness and indulgence.

Still in the villa, the two people passed by each other, with only coldness and silence in their eyes.

The cold test bench, the girl in a white coat, the dark confinement room...

[I was stunned. I was completely stunned... What am I reading? Is this a detective comic? Hello? ? ? Even diamonds can't bear this? ? ]

[Even though she was already in hell, she still tried to release kindness to another child... What was Aijiang like in Cointreau's eyes at that time? Did Cointreau see his former self through her? He tried hard to push Shiho out of the darkness, was he also trying to save himself...]

[But Jundu probably didn't expect that his kindness would cause a more serious blow to Ai after everything was broken. Seeing the two most important people in his life sleeping in the darkness, all for himself... He would definitely feel guilty all the time, and his fear of the organization would only deepen.]

[Broken, I am broken too. #The scar hidden under the collar#What is this injury? It's a bit like an electric shock, the images are all fragmented and a lot of information is unclear, but at least now we know that Cointreau has been a good protector, in his own way, even though he is not good at speaking and can't express himself, he has taken good care of Xiao Ai, and we can even say that they are like family.

Then something happened that is still unclear now. In order to protect Xiao Ai, Cointreau pushed her out again, and asked her to pretend to hate and resent him, so they became strangers in the villa, and injected the incomplete drug into the person's neck on the laboratory table, and recorded all the reactions of complications with a cold face]

["You hate me" (devil whispers)]

[Ahhhhh shut up! (covering ears) (shaking head) I don't want to listen ahhh]

[Hahaha so sweet!! Hahaha going against each other and becoming strangers hahaha so sweet! It's so sweet. No matter how much I feel bad, I can only pretend to hate him. I can't even bear to look at his face when we passed each other in the villa. Hahaha. He even had to do experiments on Cointreau himself! Seeing the person who tried his best to protect himself screaming in pain because of complications on the test bench. Hahaha. So sweet!!!]

[(Shaking head) There's no hope. The ambulance should go directly to the crematorium and send me to be cremated as well. Haha......]

[It's over. My heart is as cold as iron. Nothing can shake it anymore. I don't believe that this man Cointreau can hurt me in the slightest. There is no place for him to stab me! ]

Huibara Ai's almost bursting cry gradually subsided. Now was not a good time to vent her emotions. She bit her lower lip and suppressed all the sobs back into her heart, muttering, "Save him..."

'Then I ask you, if you are so powerful, why didn't you save your sister at that time? ! '

'Why didn't you...'

This prayer overlapped with the question she had shouted a long time ago, and Edogawa Conan's mind appeared again with Miyano Akemi's dying face.

The boy suddenly closed his eyes, his forehead was already full of sweat, and his heart was trembling and roaring.

This feeling is completely different from the sudden change, the huge self-blame, guilt and anger when the girl's body was found in the mud. It is more like a sticky black liquid that wraps up the internal organs bit by bit.

All the overlapping "coincidences" and "just happened" pushed the smiling child holding the puppy onto a dark road, creating a fateful result.

It is irreversible, only regret and sadness are left.

Is he really capable of fighting this huge monster? For the first time, Conan Edogawa felt confused. In the gap between comforting the brown-haired girl, he saw his own hands.

Soft, belonging to a child's hands, without the ugly scars of Suemitsu Sosuke. Even though he has experienced many cases that are unimaginable to ordinary people, these hands still belong to a guy who grew up in an ordinary and peaceful life.

Now, he can't even find the whereabouts of Tsukiyama Asari.

The boy clenched his fists.

Whether you have the ability or not is another matter than whether you are willing to work hard for it.

Edogawa Conan didn't know what he figured out in these short ten seconds. When he finally walked out of the room with Haibara Ai, who stopped crying and acted as if nothing had happened, his eyes were more resolute and bright than ever.

It was like a fire was burning.

After leaving the study, the high school detective gathered everyone in the living room as quickly as possible, raised his watch, aimed it at Maori Kogoro, and shot the anesthetic. The action was very clean and neat, and the man fell backwards without any struggle and fell on the chair.

It seems that the learning from Mr. Suemitsu is still effective.

"......Dad?" Ran Mouri's eyes, which had been soaked with tears since morning, finally showed a glimmer of light, and she looked at her father with hope.

"Everyone." The voice of the sleeping detective rang in the hall, successfully attracting everyone's attention, "I already know who killed Mr. Sai Ryuichi."

"Mr. Mouri, have you found the real murderer?" Hearing this, the butler Fangchuan Douji was surprised. He was holding a baked bread in his hand. Ran Mouri had just made it in the kitchen and prepared it for the others who had been searching for clues in the villa since morning.

Yusachiko Mori curled the corners of her mouth and said to the person next to her indifferently, "It seems you are in danger."

"I told you it wasn't me!" Yoshiichi Saii was sweating and his face was not looking good. "Mr. Mori is a detective after all. He will definitely not accuse an innocent person."

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Conan Edogawa, who was hiding behind the sofa, coughed twice and stopped the sentence. "Please recall the scene when you entered Mr. Ryuichi Saii's bedroom on the day of the incident."

The scene at that time... ?

"I remember that... when I arrived, Master Yoshiichi was already at the door." Fangchuan Douji recalled, "We were all frightened by the scene at the time, and it was Mr. Tsukiyama who remembered to use a fire extinguisher to put out the fire."

"Because my bedroom is closer to Ryuichi's, and I didn't sleep well at night, so..." Seeing that the housekeeper said that he was the first to arrive, the man hurriedly explained.

After being called, the young detective team, who had been sitting quietly on the sofa waiting for Maori Kogoro to solve the puzzle, started chattering when they heard this, "Didn't sleep well?"

"Did Mr. Yoshiichi also get scared by the villa?" The girl's voice was filled with worry.

Motota Kojima thought of what happened on the first night and couldn't help shuddering. "Come to think of it, I didn't sleep well last night either. This villa is so terrible..."

"My reason is probably different from yours." Hearing such childish words, Yoshiichi Saii couldn't help laughing, and his frowning brows relaxed a lot. "I'm because... I'm not feeling well."

"Is it asthma?" The butler who had been taking care of several people asked with a frown. "I cleaned these rooms in advance, but I didn't expect there would still be dust... Master Yoshiichi?!"

The elderly butler reacted instantly and widened his eyes in surprise.

"Yes, Mr. Saiji, can you explain what you did that night that led to your exposure to the almost non-existent dust in the living room and triggered your asthma? And..."

Conan Edogawa, who was hiding behind the sofa, paused before continuing, "If I remember correctly, Butler Boukawa was already preparing breakfast for the next day, but he just had insomnia and didn't sleep well. Mr. Saiji, how did you manage to change your clothes quickly and arrive at the crime scene earlier than Butler Boukawa?"

"Or, because of something, you haven't changed out of your casual clothes for easy movement."

The detective's serious voice came from the sofa. Saiji seemed to be frozen in place, with large beads of sweat on his forehead. He waved his hands in panic, "I was just... just..."

"I see, it was you who did it? You were so clumsy that you left any evidence?"

The man's face turned red after being stung by the woman's words, and he gritted his teeth and retorted, "No! I was... I just got up early, and then..." "

Mr. Saiji Yoshiichi, there is no need for you to hide it anymore. The knives we dug up in the garden before can be detected for fingerprints if they are sent to the police station. I don't think you carried anything that could block fingerprints, such as gloves?"

"I..." Saiji Yoshiichi opened his mouth, but in the end he could only cover his face and admitted in a hoarse voice, "I was indeed going to kill him that night. He ruined my life, and even after that he was still unwilling to give in. He kept asking me for money... So I thought, why not just kill him."

"Anyway, I have nothing now and there's nothing to be afraid of... After returning to our respective rooms that night, I took out the knife I had prepared, and planned to wait until everyone was asleep before taking action, killing that guy and then committing suicide. But, but this was really not done by me!"

Recalling the scene that night, Yoshikazu Saii couldn't help but widen his eyes, his expression a little dazed, "I was already standing at the door of his bedroom, and was about to open the door, but suddenly, singing sounded from somewhere in the corridor..."

"Singing?" The people around couldn't help but ask back, this scene was really a bit unreasonable.

Seeing that they didn't believe him, Yoshikazu Saiji emphasized several times, "It's singing, very soft. At first I thought it was the wind, or someone woke up, so I stopped and listened carefully for a while, and it was singing. It was a woman's voice, singing a lullaby."

"This is the song my deceased mother used to love to sing to me." Tears rolled down the man's eyes, he bit his lower lip, trying to suppress the tremor in his voice.

"At that time, I couldn't tell whether the song was real or imaginary. I thought... could it be my mother's soul trying to stop me from doing such a stupid thing?"

Maori Kogoro's voice was still calm, not affected by the emotional man at all. "So you left, right?"

"Yes, I'm really not the murderer! Ryuichi died because of the drug, and I was preparing to..."

"I didn't say you were the murderer, Mr. Saiji." Behind the sofa, Edogawa Conan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and then opened them again. "The person who used the song to make you give up the idea of ​​killing, and then entered the room and replaced Ryuichi's medicine, is the real murderer."

"......Mrs. Moriyu?" Ran Maori turned her head suddenly to look at the woman next to her who had been silent since Saiji said the word "singing voice".

Moriyu Sachiko crossed her arms over her chest, and after a brief silence, she raised the corners of her mouth as if she had heard a joke, and used her fingers with dark red nail polish to tuck her drooping hair behind her ears. The woman in her forties was full of charm when she did this action, "Just because the song was sung by a female voice, I am the murderer?"

"Mrs. Moriyu, I remember that you had long nails when you first arrived at the villa, why did you suddenly cut them short?" Without paying attention to the woman's sarcastic question, Conan Edogawa asked Maori Kogoro to continue asking.

"Because the nails are too long, I accidentally broke them a little while washing, so I had to cut them short. But wouldn't it be ugly to have a short nail among the long nails? So I just cut them all off." The woman said without any hesitation, "Why, is the detective also interested in the thoughts of this kind of woman?"

"No, it's probably not broken while washing, and the reason for cutting it off is not because the nail is broken, but because you accidentally let your nail get stuck in the gap on the side when moving the portrait, and the nail polish on the front was scraped off. I didn't want to be discovered, so I cut it short."

Mori Yusachiko's expression became ugly. She subconsciously clenched her hands and hid the scarlet nails in her palms. She tried to curl her lips again several times but to no avail.

"If you need evidence, Conan."

Edogawa Conan put down the voice changer, jumped out from behind the sofa, and raised the gelatinous substance in the handkerchief to show the pale-faced woman, "I found this in the gap of the portrait. The color is exactly the same as Mrs. Mori's nail polish!"

Maori Ran subconsciously took the evidence, and then the boy hurriedly sat back on the sofa and picked up the voice changer again.

"Please explain why this was found in the gap of the picture frame, and..." Not intending to spend more time on this matter, the little detective directly brought out the key clue, "Drugs will leave traces, Mrs. Moriyou." "

Residues can be detected in places contaminated by drugs, not to mention that you put them directly on your body and did not deal with them. Now those replaced drugs are hidden in your necklace, right? Mrs. Moriyou, can you open the necklace that can carry items and let us see what's inside?" "

...So that's what the little devil wanted at the time."

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Mori Yusachiko finally managed to force a smile again. After being exposed, her tense body relaxed instead, as if she had finally seen the travelers in the camp, "I didn't expect it was because of nail polish."

"It's you?!" Saiji Yoshiichi cast his eyes on the person who had been doubting him just now, and imagined that he would say something in counterattack like she did at this time, but he didn't say anything harsh, "Why... There is no conflict between you and him, why do you want to kill him..." "

I just hate him, there is no other reason." The woman avoided his sight and took out the signal blocker hidden behind the inconspicuous decoration in the living room, "I did this too... To delay..."

"Before we explore these things," Kogoro Mori interrupted the woman's slightly trembling voice, "In the case of Saii Muneyuki's death two years ago, Mrs. Mori Yu Sachiko, did you do the right thing as well?"

Yoshida Ayumi, who was sitting on the sofa, couldn't help but let out an exclamation of uneasiness and shock. She shrank back and whispered, "But... isn't Uncle Hanedani Muneyuki Mrs. Mori Yu's father? How could Mrs. Mori Yu..."

Ignoring the little girl's puzzled questions, Mori Yu Sachiko quietly waited for the man to provide evidence.

"It was what you said before that made me suspicious. When talking about the case of Muneyuki Hatani, you mentioned that it was the same scene at that time. The boy in the portrait was looking forward and looked very intriguing, but neither Mr. Yoshiichi nor Butler Boukawa mentioned this."

Edogawa Conan continued to speak his own speculation through Kogoro Mori's mouth, "Did they forget? No, it's just that when they arrived at the crime scene, the glass on the surface of the portrait had long been blackened by the flames that had been burning for a long time, and they couldn't see what the portrait looked like at all."

"Only the murderer who witnessed the scene before the fire was ignited would describe the scene of the boy in the painting staring at the corpse."

"I did kill him with my own hands, in the same way, by replacing his heart disease medication with clomipramine." Mori Yusachiko gritted her teeth and confessed everything she had done. "The portrait just happened to be there, and I thought of linking his death with the curse."

Bougawa Doji couldn't help but interrupt, "But... I kept all those portraits in the storage room, how come they were hung on the head of Mr. Muneyuki Hatani's bed."

"Because he's a lunatic."

Everyone widened their eyes at her blunt description of their biological father.

"After my uncle died, he became a completely different person. He talked nonsense about immortality and eternal youth every day, secretly took out all the portraits to look at, and often beat and scolded my mother, and finally caused her to suffer from depression..."

As she spoke, Mori Yusachiko gritted her teeth, completely unable to control her hatred. "At that time, there were no such good treatment conditions as now. My mother could only take clomipramine, a drug with extremely serious side effects." "

The physical pain brought by the drug has exceeded the mental pain... It was he who caused my mother to suffer all this. Even if she finally got rid of him and formed a new family, she died early. So... I also want to let him, let that selfish man taste it, swallow these drugs, and convulse and die!"

"Mom has depression?!" Yoshikazu Saii, who had been silent all this time, finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted, "Why didn't I know? Why didn't anyone..."

"Ha, why should I tell this kind of thing to a spoiled little master like you?" Mori Yusachiko finally forced out a sarcastic smile. She ignored the looks of the people around her and squeezed out a hearty laugh from her throat.

"Anyway, the action has already been taken, and that annoying guy Ryuichi should have been dealt with long ago. This is why I killed him, Detective Ming."

The woman put her long curly hair back and slowly calmed down from the emotional outburst. "Okay, now the signal is restored, you can call the police to take me, the murderer, away..."

"You killed Sai Ryuichi for me, didn't you?"

The man standing in the middle asked in the dead silence. He seemed to have not recovered from the fact that his mother had been hiding her illness from him. Even his voice was trembling, but his eyes were firm. It was the first time that he met his eldest sister's gaze directly.

"You did it for me. Because you knew that if you continued like this, sooner or later I would be forced to death by him, so you..."

"What does it have to do with you?" Mori Yusachiko's face turned cold, "Don't think of yourself as so important, I wish you would immediately..."

"Then why did you stop me that night!" Saiji Yoshikazu's roar completely covered the woman's rebuttal, "If it was really like what you said, you should have watched me go in and kill him instead of stopping me."

"You kicked me out because you didn't want me to see the pain your mother was in when she had an attack, right?! You don't hate me at all, but you pretended to be like this. Together with mother, you deceived me and made me think that you were all living well and that you didn't care

about me at all..." The man, who was almost forty years old, grabbed the clothes of his only relative and burst into tears, "Why didn't you let me know anything? Why did you still want to..."

"I said it has nothing to do with you, let go!"

"At least... let me hear one truth from you in this life?" He bit his lip tightly, and squeezed out the title that he hadn't called out for more than thirty years, "Sister... why."

This word seemed to knock out the woman with blood on her hands. She turned her head away in a wolfish manner, and opened her mouth to gasp in the suffocating environment, only then could her throbbing heart calm down.

"Because I am your sister."

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