Chapter 122 Past in a Foreign Country

Because I am your sister.

So, I don’t want you to know these things, to find out... Just be your carefree young master.

It doesn’t matter if it’s just a misunderstanding, or we are strangers or even enemies.

She didn’t need any reconciliation.

Maybe after Mori Yusachiko decided to push her brother out of this family and keep him away from all these dark things, they were destined to drift apart.

But sometimes, I still think of it... As the woman recalled, the comics slowly opened up.

The comic frame was filled with black, but a white road was opened in the middle. The little boy in shorts with scars on his knees was held in the arms of a long-haired girl who looked about ten years old.

The girl had a cold face, and looked like she didn't want to talk to anyone. Her eyes and eyebrows revealed a bit of helplessness. She let her brother, who was only four or five years old and dishonest, who was being held in his arms, weave a wreath of flowers that he picked from somewhere in his hand, put it on his head, and messed up his hair.

The two of them walked slowly towards the light source, which was probably the direction of their home.

[Fuck... So, can't they just talk it out? Why did the two of them have to hide the misunderstanding for so many years, they are obviously siblings...]

[I cried so loudly, tears are worthless series, how can there be a plot that scares me so much that I can't sleep, and then kidnaps my wife, and then stabs me crazily when I lose my wife and am scared, ah ah you! No! Heart! ]

[I was originally able to twist and turn on the ground in pain, but now the flying blade pinned me to the ground]

['Because I'm your sister', I was dumbfounded, it feels so familiar haha, you old thief, are you using everyday cases to metaphorically represent the main plot again? Who will be the next one to have blood on his hands for his loved ones, Cointreau? Oh yes, he has already been like this, so it's okay then haha...]

[The person above should think more positively, maybe this case is a metaphor for Cointreau's ending? Hahaha, I don't care. Give me some more hahahahaha (wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth) (rolls around)]

[Hahahaha, wuwuwuwu, I've lost my language function, wuwuwuwu]

"My hands are already stained with the blood of my loved ones." Mori Yusachiko said, hiding all her emotions under her harsh appearance, only the uncontrollable shaking of her hands revealed her uneasy mood, "It doesn't matter who I kill again, you are different. You can't become a murderer."

"......Sister."

Sai Yoshiichi opened her mouth and tried several times but couldn't say anything else. She just murmured this name that she had rarely called out since she could remember.

That's why she reacted like that at the time. Behind the sofa, Edogawa Conan, holding the voice changer, fell silent, but finally asked his doubts, "Mrs. Mori, you actually have a long time to deal with the medicine in the necklace, why do you keep the replaced medicine in the necklace?"

Hearing this, the woman couldn't help but curl her lips in self-mockery. She hesitated for a moment, but still took off her exaggerated necklace. Her fingers with red nails pressed somewhere, and the top of the pendant popped up instantly.

Several white oval medicines fell on the blanket.

"This is..." Mao Lilan was stunned for a moment, picked up the bottle of asthma medicine on the table, unscrewed the lid and poured out the pills, "This is not, not Mr. Yoshiichi's medicine."

"Because there is a guy who was careless enough to forget the life-saving medicine at home since he was a child."

So when she flushed all the evidence hidden in the necklace after she took it off into the sewer, she hesitated again and again and took the risk of someone discovering the secret compartment in the necklace, and put the small handful of asthma medicine that she had been accustomed to carrying since a long time ago back into the pendant.

Yoshiichi Sai looked at her, and finally, he didn't know where he got the strength from, and he hugged her in his arms, his tears rubbing on the woman's curly hair. It was not until he hugged her completely that he realized that they hadn't hugged each other for more than 30 years.

Some vague memories became clear at this moment. The woman who had always been cold and mean to him was also the elder sister who would pick him up when he accidentally hurt his knee when he was a child and slowly walk home.

No one would disturb him at this time.

But now Tsukiyama Asari's whereabouts are still unknown. Mao Li Ran bit her lower lip and said, "Mrs. Mori Yu, then Asari was kidnapped by you..."

"No, it wasn't me." Mori Yu Sachiko reacted then. Their original intention was to find the gentle man who was suspected to be kidnapped by the murderer of Sai Ryuichi. "In fact, the letter was not sent by me."

Edogawa Conan turned his gaze to Boukawa Douji behind the crowd with a gloomy face.

"Mrs. Mori Yu did not do these things. It was housekeeper Boukawa."

Feeling everyone's gaze, Boukawa Douji hurriedly explained, "Mr. Mori, I don't know what you are talking about. How could an old man like me do these things?"

"It was the children's words that woke me up." Kogoro Mori lowered his head, and a calm voice came from his direction, "Since we moved into this villa, both I and the children have been nervous because of the environment and the cases. We don't sleep well and waking up in the middle of the night is common. But last night, everyone miraculously slept until dawn. Don't you think this is a bit too strange?"

"Yes..." Boukawa Douji had beads of sweat on his forehead, but he still said stubbornly, "Maybe we were busy for a long time in the villa yesterday, and everyone was too tired, so this happened."

"Rather than fatigue, I think drugs can achieve this effect better. The tea we drank last night was drugged by Butler Fangchuan."

"But..." After listening to his father's reasoning, Mao Lilan hesitated, "I prepared the tea with Butler Fangchuan at the time, and I never left it during the whole process."

"So he didn't tamper with the boiled tea directly, but applied medicine on the lid of the kettle in advance, so that when the water boils, the medicine will be naturally wrapped in. The inner wall of the kettle lid is darker than other places to prove this."

It was Fangchuan Douji who used the key to open the cabinet door and took out the kettle. He had no way to refute this point. He could only confirm that he did it, but his purpose was just to let everyone sleep well.

"Really? Butler Fangchuan, do you know that there is a secret room in this villa and that Yueshan was once tied up in the secret room?"

The old man in the butler's uniform changed color in an instant, and even the wrinkles on his face looked horrible. The corners of his mouth turned down and collapsed into a stiff and straight line, "I don't know..."

"To be honest, I found a secret room in the study, and it was full of gasoline. If you don't know, then where did the oil stains on your pants and shoes come from?"

"This!" Conan Edogawa came out from behind the sofa, holding up a pair of leather shoes and a pair of trousers in his hands, "Look, even though it has been wiped, there is still gasoline left in the gaps on both sides."

As he spoke, the young detective's eyes were always on the old man, not letting go of how the other party would react. After the last piece of cloth was lifted, Fangchuan Douji quickly reached out to his chest.

He has a gun!

The boy instantly saw the bottle of coffee on the table, pressed the switch on the side of his running shoes, aimed at his wrist and kicked it hard. The coffee bottle spun several times in the air and hit Fangchuan Douji's wrist, knocking the gun out.

Sai Yoshikazu took a few steps over and snatched the gun away to prevent it from being picked up by Fangchuan Butler again.

The moment he found that the gun was out of his hand, he didn't intend to entangle with them anymore. The old man was more flexible than the others at this time. He jumped out like an arrow and ran straight to the study on the second floor. Mao Lilan followed closely behind him, but the former kept pulling down the decorations placed in the corridor along the way, hindering the speed of several people.

When Edogawa Conan rushed into the study, he only saw the door of the secret room that was about to close.

Fangchuan Douji was obviously more familiar with the device inside than him, who had just discovered the secret room today. The old man didn't know what switch he pressed, and the four statues that were originally used as a mechanism to open the door all disappeared.

In other words, if this door is closed, it will be difficult for them to get in again.

A football much larger than normal was fired from the front of the retractable belt and stuck in the gap of the secret room door that had not yet closed. Conan Edogawa squeezed in through the gap in the door with the help of the child's body.

Then the football, which only played a little blocking role, was squeezed by the door that kept closing and closing, making a huge explosion. As the door closed, the secret room returned to darkness.

"Where else do you want to run to!"

When he arrived at the last room, Conan Edogawa shouted, he raised his wrist and aimed the anesthetic at the person in the innermost room. This watch had just been modified not long ago, and more anesthetic needles were added at the request of Suemitsu Sosuke.

However, the strict teacher was still not satisfied with the limited number of anesthetic needles.

"Why do you want to kill him? Is it because of the boy in the portrait? Because they look alike." Seeing that the other party had his back to him and had no intention of talking, the boy gritted his teeth and threw out all his reasoning, "You wrote to Dr. Agasa because you suspected that Tsukiyama Asari was the man in the portrait, so you wanted to use the camera invented by Dr. Agasa to verify it, but the result is already out. They are not the same person. Why did you still want to attack him?!"

"Because of his face!"

Stimulated by a certain word in the boy's words, Boukawa Douji finally turned around and shouted like a burst of energy, "It's because of his face. I haven't had a good sleep since I saw it in the newspaper. His face... looks exactly like that monster."

"......Monster?"

Conan Edogawa frowned because of this adjective.

"Among so many children, he was the only one who survived after being injected with drugs, and he is forever young... He even escaped from this room in the end and killed Mr. Hiroshi Hanetani with a knife he found from nowhere."

"He killed Hiroshi Hanetani?!"

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Thank you for reading

How relaxed I was when I decided to go to bed at 12 o'clock yesterday and write tomorrow

How crazy I was when I was typing on the keyboard this morning (covering my face)

and Taotao @子木桃 gradually became soul mates

Taotao: I'm stuck

Me: Ah ah ah I'm stuck too...

Taotao: I'm so sleepy

Me: I'm so sleepy

Taotao: I'm having my period, Kurushi

I just fell down on the bed holding my stomach in pain:......? ? This can also be done together? ?