Chapter 73: Coindo Chapter·Variation

Seeing that Yu Gu Miao was being described more and more suspicious, and seeing bullet screens all telling him to run, Yue Shan's temples jumped a few times.

Before he could react, the man who was analyzing the video was like a pea shooter who had eaten "energy beans", jumping all the way to the sixth suspicious point.

"We have finished looking at Asari's fake nephew. Let's look at Asari's brother, the one who only appeared on the last page of the album. Judging from what the human trafficker said and Asari's previous performance, he was probably kidnapped for helping an old man, and then most likely bought abroad. He then died in a fire more than 30 years ago, or he went missing.

But why was the human trafficker so scared at the time? How could a person who had been doing shameful things for half his life be scared like this by a person who looked like a child who had been kidnapped and died by him?" "

...So is there a possibility that the people who participated in that incident have been killed one by one, so the human trafficker thinks that this is the revenge of the child back then...

Also, The clothes of the victim girl are almost the same as those worn by his brother in the photo, except that the girl is wearing a black overalls skirt and the boy is wearing overalls shorts. This coincidence is very interesting. Two children dressed the same way are targeted by the same gang. Will they have some common characteristics? "

"The last one is just a small dot, which is the surveillance video received by Megure. At that time, Takagi asked who sent it, but Megure did not answer, and sent people to track down the suspect the moment he received the surveillance video, without any doubt.

If the person who sent him the surveillance video is another new character, it is either his top boss or..."

[The old thief has added a new character to the red team again! ! ! ! ]

[Gin fainted in the car]

[Now you can bring Bourbon and Cointreau with you and cry together]

No... by then, it is estimated that only Gin and Cointreau will faint, and that Bourbon guy is also a fake wine.

The number of views of this analysis video continued to soar. Tsukiyama Asari hurriedly flipped through the comments. Most people tended to believe that his nephew was Kuroko in disguise, but there were different opinions on the identity of Suemitsu Sosuke, and there was no one-sided situation.

Kasugawa Shugo must be pulled out...

"Asari-nii?"

The little boy's voice pulled him out of last night's memories. Tsukiyama Asari tried hard to open his eyes, restrained his desire to fall asleep, and straightened up with his hands on the car seat.

"Are we there yet?" He yawned a little.

"We're here."

It was an old residential building. Yesterday, Anfu Daming wanted to stay in the police station to wait for the result, but was persuaded by Sato Miwako to go home. Now he is waiting for the next notification from the police at home.

They went up the stairs and knocked on the door when someone rushed to open it. Anfu Daming was a middle-aged man who was a little fat. He usually had a silly smile on his face and was a well-known good guy. The man who opened the door now had a shaggy beard, dark and bloodshot eyes, and his waist and back collapsed, as if he had aged more than ten years overnight.

He led them into his small house a little awkwardly, and then made hot tea for them in old teacups.

"No need to make tea, Mr. Anfu, just water will do." Inspector Megure seemed to have no idea how to face this middle-aged widower. He sat down on the sofa with a rather cautious tone, and waited until he saw the other party take out the tea bag before speaking. His voice was a bit dry.

The man insisted on pouring the tea leaves into the pot.

"......Then Mr. Anfu, let's get started." Takagi Wataru took out the manual that had been in his chest pocket and lowered his head to record the information provided by the other party.

The atmosphere of the conversation in the room was as silent as the cup of hot tea. Tsukiyama turned his eyes away and looked around the room.

The TV was old, but unlike the old and cold old man before, this room was filled with love for life. Beside the lamp was a string of wind chimes made by a little girl with colorful cranes and thin stones. The sofa was covered with a thick blanket, and in the middle were several stuffed cats. The girl probably liked to nestle in the soft blanket and watch TV with her stuffed cats.

A row of dried dresses hung on the clothesline, all in lively and pretty colors, and their owners were lying on a cold table a few miles away, never to be put on again.

The pots of flowers on the windowsill seemed to be completely unaware of the changes at home, and they were still spreading their branches and leaves in the warm room, using the tips of their leaves to tease the cold wind blowing in from the window.

Tsukiyama Asari noticed that there were several photo frames on the TV cabinet. Most of them were photos of his father and daughter, and there was also a large photo of him and his friends fishing together. In the front, Anfu Daming, who looked almost the same as he is now, was holding a baby girl. The woman with a round face next to him did not look at the camera, but only cast her gentle gaze on the face of the sleeping baby with her eyes closed.

It was his wife.

Over there, the conversation came to an end quickly, and even the tea was still boiling.

Anfu Daming is a widower with a daughter. In addition to running a bookstore, he is usually busy with his children and the bookstore from morning to night. His social circle is pitifully small. He only has close relationships with a few owners of nearby stores. Occasionally, they go fishing together. They are the ones in the photo under the TV cabinet.

Tsukiyama looked at them one by one, and none of them fit the characteristics of the murderer deduced by Suemitsu Sosuke.

Then the only breakthrough was from Anfu Ling.

She was a typical good girl. She had a good relationship with her classmates at school. She never had any conflicts. She didn't run out to play. Her close friends came to her home as guests, so the relationship was easy to investigate.

"Sorry to bother you so much." Inspector Megure stood up and said goodbye to Anfu Daming. They still had to investigate the families of the children who were close to An Fuling.

The fat police officer adjusted his hat, as if he wanted to bow to the man in front of him, but the man held his body inconspicuously and he didn't do it.

Anfu Daming sent the few people away, and Tsukiyama Asari stayed behind as the last one. He looked at Conan Edogawa who walked out of the door with a mature and thoughtful expression, and couldn't help turning his head to look at the man in front of him.

In fact, he hadn't made eye contact with the other party since he came in. He was busy extracting important information from the environment and words... but most of the reason was guilt.

The young man with beautiful eyes lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes cast shadows under his eyes, showing a complex silence. He opened his lips several times and finally uttered the most useless word, "I'm sorry..."

"Thank you, kid."

Anfu Daming's hoarse voice came from the side. He was already in his forties, and it was not inappropriate for him to call someone who was more than 20 years younger than him a child.

The corners of his eyes were already covered with fine wrinkles, and a lot of white hair appeared on his temples overnight. The depths of his ordinary eyes, which were completely covered by pain, unexpectedly reflected a gentle light. Tsukiyama Asari saw himself in his eyes, with eyes wide open and an expression of disbelief.

Before he could react, the other party reached out and gave him a hot hug full of tobacco smell, "Thank you for everything you have done for my daughter."

It was like a thunderbolt, and Tsukiyama Asari became even more at a loss because of this apology, "No... I... I'm sorry."

"Only the scum who killed her needs to apologize. Other than that, no one needs to apologize to me, kid." The man sighed, even though he himself was nearly collapsed by the series of encounters. "No need to feel guilty, no need to apologize. You've done more than enough, have a good rest."

His nose suddenly felt sore, and the uncontrollable liquid surged from his eye sockets, blurring his vision for a moment. Afraid of crying in front of this elder who should have been comforted more, he hurriedly got out of his arms, mumbled a few responses, and hurried away, almost fleeing in panic.

The door closed again.

Tsukiyama Asari stood in front of an unknown door, covering his face, his shoulders suddenly collapsed, and a choked breath squeezed out of his throat, so soft that it was barely audible.

How strange. It seemed that he would rather Anfu Daming scold him or even hit him, than to see the other party unreservedly release kindness to him even after experiencing such a thing.

From Anfu Ling to Anfu Daming, from the old man to the woman in the hospital, and even Yutani Mia and Morobushi Kagemitsu from a long time ago... the indelible kindness throws people into the abyss without hesitation, while those who have accumulated evil can get away with it.

Tsukiyama Asari bit his lower lip tightly, holding back his rapid breathing and tears. He didn't dare to delay any longer, fearing that Edogawa Conan and the others who left first to leave space for them would notice something unusual. He just wiped his eyes fiercely with the back of his hand a few times and stood up again.

[...can't tell. 】

The system was silent for a while before evaluating his current appearance, and then he forced out a smile that was almost the same as usual, and caught up with the people in front in a few steps.

As soon as he arrived at the car, he received several gazes. Edogawa Conan stuck his head out and didn't say a word, but his round eyes belonging to a child clearly showed worry. Tsukiyama Asari smiled and rubbed the other's hair, indicating that nothing had happened.

Edogawa Conan showed an expression of distrust, and looked at the other carefully. He was relieved when he saw that there was indeed nothing unusual about him.

In the car on the way to An Fuling's friend's house, Tsukiyama Asari opened the forum as usual, wanting to see if the scene that happened at Suemitsu Sosuke's house before was drawn in.

[Wuwuwu... I was so happy before when I was called the spiritual healing nanny, but now it feels so heavy. Everyone’s negative emotions are being digested there and there. Who can I vent the emotions in there to?...]

[My wife is so skilled at holding back her emotions. How many times did you do it to become so skilled? You don’t even need to look in the mirror to know that there is nothing wrong with you on the surface. When she smiled again, my nose was sore. Why hasn’t Xiaowu appeared for so long? Come and stay close to mommy, baby]

[So the time in the ambulance seemed to be the only time that Asari showed her emotions in front of others. At other times, she had always endured it... I empathized with her. A few days ago, she worked overtime until midnight and couldn't get a taxi. She walked home crying. She got a call from her parents on the way and stopped immediately and pretended that she was taking a walk because she had eaten too much supper... Asari didn't want to worry the people close to her]

[Posted above. And, Touko, the only person who faced Asari's collapse, was kicked out of the ranks of close people (bushi)]

Unexpectedly, the scene just now would also be drawn. Tsukiyama Asari quickly opened these newly refreshed posts. When he caught a glimpse of the haggard face in Anfu Daming's comic again, he seemed to be stabbed. He quickened his movements and slid directly to the beginning.

Before he could read the content, Takagi Wataru reminded him that they had arrived at their destination. Tsukiyama Asari had no choice but to stop browsing the forum and get off the bus with a few people.

It was a small two-story wooden house. Sato Miwako went up to knock on the door, but after half a knock, she didn't get a response, so she turned her head and looked elsewhere. Suddenly, she noticed a small mobile ice cream truck at the corner.

"Boss." Tsukiyama Asari walked a few steps forward and greeted him with a smile that was intended to be friendly. "I want to ask you something."

The boss was a gentle man wearing glasses. Hearing this, he pushed the frames of his glasses that were slipping down a little, closed the freezer door that was about to open, and said politely, "Just ask."

"Do you usually sell ice cream here?" Tsukiyama Asari squinted because of the particularly glaring sunlight today and noticed that the other person's skin color was a little different, with the left one being a little darker. After getting a positive answer, he turned the topic to that family, "Do you know that family?"

"Yes, their daughter often comes to my place to eat ice cream. Every time she passes by, she asks her parents to buy her some. Her mother seems to have a weak stomach, so she basically won't buy any for her daughter. But usually, whenever she passes by with her father, she can buy a few... Do you want to know what's going on with them?"

It's a very typical family. Generally speaking, the father is strict and the mother is kind, but when it comes to spoiling his daughter, the father usually doesn't have any principles. Instead, he becomes the strict mother and kind father.

"Really?" Yueshan Chaoli smiled and pointed in that direction. Without saying his purpose, he dispelled the other party's doubts with just a few words, "Actually, I just wanted to ask if they were at home. I came to visit with my friends today, but no one answered the door after knocking for a long time."

"They went out the night before yesterday. It seemed that they were attending a friend's wedding. It's far away, so they planned to spend the weekend there as a short trip."

"Oh, really? What a coincidence. I made a wasted trip." He frowned in his heart, with only a look of regret on his face.

It's already autumn, but it's inexplicably hot today. But since Kudo Shinichi became Edogawa Conan, it's common sense to have snow in June. It's probably because the story is limited to one year, which leads to time confusion. Tsukiyama Asari didn't care. He saw from a distance that several police officers, still wearing yesterday's thick three-piece suits, stretched out their hands to block the hot light, and then returned his gaze to the freezer.

On the left is a bucket of ice cream, in the middle are various popsicles, and on the side are several layers of various drinks, which look like homemade from the packaging and color.

"Thank you, please give me five...four glasses of lemonade." Tsukiyama Asari pressed his lower lip, his eyes searching the various colors of paint, and finally fell on a can of ice milk in the lower right corner, "Another can of milk."

The milk was certainly not for the little detective pretending to be a child. After distributing four glasses of cold drinks to several people, he opened the bottle of milk and drank half of the cold milky liquid inside before speaking, "The gentleman said they went on a trip and left the night before last."

"That means they had no time to commit the crime." Inspector Megure nodded and wrote down this detail. Takagi Wataru also crossed out the name of this family in his notebook, "The next one should be..."

"Asari brother--"

Feeling someone tugging at his clothes, Tsukiyama Asari lowered his head and met the little boy's eyes. The boy was holding a glass of lemonade with big ice cubes in his hand, and said seriously, "If you have a headache, drinking lemonade will help."

Seeing the straw coming towards him, Tsukiyama Asari slightly tilted his head to avoid it, with a bit of confusion on his face. He didn't want to reject the other party's obvious care, but...

"Sorry, Conan, I really can't stand the sour taste..."

"Huh? But I often see brother Asari drinking lemonade in Poirot?"

"That..." Tsukiyama Asari smiled a little embarrassedly and twisted the lid of the milk, "That is a special supply for Mr. Amuro. There are many other things added in it, which will cover the sour taste of lemon. It is said that because he has a friend who can't eat sour things, Mr. Amuro tried to make this kind of drink that is not sour but has a refreshing taste of lemon." It

's Amuro Toru again! I think his friends are all excuses, these are clearly sugar-coated bullets! Brother Asari, open your eyes, that guy is a member of the organization, I don't know what he wants to do by approaching you!

Conan Edogawa could hardly contain his expression. He thought the other party's mission was to investigate Haibara Ai, and that he would stop and leave after thinking that the other party had died in the explosion on the train. Who knew that the guy was actually still working as a waiter in the cafe? He thought that because Tsukiyama Asari often went there to write papers and read books, the relationship between the two became closer.

No, they were not close. It was just that Amuro Toru unilaterally called Asari brother a friendly name, but Asari brother was still calling him Mr. Amuro.

Watching the little detective's face turn from white to red and from red to white, Tsukiyama Asari suddenly remembered his complaints about "single mothers" in the studio, and his eyes gradually became dangerous.

Conan, if you are thinking about something weird again, I will really ban you from entering Poirot.

The investigation of An Fuling's friends' families was completed quickly. In fact, they didn't believe that the murderer would be someone who also had a daughter. Among these people, only one or two fit the image, but they all had alibis. They were either at home or took their children out to play yesterday.

Then it could only be... the teacher.

Yueshan Chaori closed his eyes tightly because of this thought, and when he opened them again, his eyes were much darker.

Several people knocked on the door of the apartment, and An Fuling's head teacher opened the door. She had her hair down and was simply wearing a sweatshirt and sports pants. She was a little surprised when she saw the police ID.

"Come in."

The teacher named Izumi led the group into the warm room. Tsukiyama Asari looked around the room as usual. The color scheme and decorations were all full of girlish meticulousness. He glanced at the shoe cabinet and noticed that two pairs of shoes were stained with mud and the sides were very dirty.

"......That's what happened. May I ask what was your schedule yesterday?"

Teacher Izumi was shocked by the sudden bad news. Her eyes were red. Her hands were shaking a little. It seemed that she hadn't reacted yet. Tsukiyama Asari took out a handkerchief from her pocket and handed it to her.

"Thank you..." She took the handkerchief, pressed it against her eyes in a somewhat wolfish manner, and said incoherently with tears in her voice, "I'm sorry... I really am, Xiaoling is my class representative... I'm very sorry..."

This scene almost happened in the previous visit. Tsukiyama Asari suddenly felt that she was like a crow announcing a death today, bringing shallow or deep surprise and regret to every family living a peaceful life.

After a while, Teacher Quanxia slowly came over. She held the handkerchief stained with tears, as if she had drawn strength from this piece of cloth, "I... was correcting homework at home yesterday."

"Is there anyone who can prove it?" Considering the other party's emotions, Sato Miwako asked in a gentle tone.

"Sorry, no... I'm home alone."

"Huh? How strange." Edogawa Conan attracted everyone's attention with his sweet childish voice, "There seems to be mud on the teacher's shoes?"

Takagi Wataru, who was closer to the entrance, walked over and took a quick look, "There is really mud."

"Ms. Izumi." Inspector Megure's tone became more serious, "Did you really not go out yesterday?"

"I..." Teacher Izumi clenched her handkerchief nervously and stammered, "I went out yesterday... But very quickly, I was back in more than half an hour."

She is about 1.6 meters tall, with a round face. No matter what expression she makes, her eyes are curved and smiling. She has a face that children like very much. Tsukiyama Asari pursed her lips and suddenly asked another question, "Is Teacher Izumi sick?"

"Huh? No..."

"I'm sorry, because I saw the sunglasses and mask on the shoe cabinet, I thought Mr. Quanxia was not feeling well, so he wore a mask when going out."

Judging from the position and the muddy shoes, it seems that he put his shoes on the shoe cabinet when he took them off.

"Teacher Izumi."

Inspector Megure stood up, his face gloomy and full of dominance, "Please explain what you did when you went out yesterday and why you covered your face with a mask and sunglasses."

"I...I..."

"Teacher's suitcase is so big--" Edogawa Conan ran to the suitcase placed in a secret corner of the living room like a child who likes to make trouble, as if it was ready to be used at any time, "What's in it?"

Seeing that the boy was about to push the suitcase, Teacher Izumi tried to stop him, his face instantly flushed, "I was going...to buy ice cream!"

"...Huh?!"

The five people present all turned into small eyes.

"Because... the homework written by the children is so difficult to understand. I can't understand anything at all. My head felt dizzy after correcting it, so I just wanted to eat cold drinks." Teacher Izumi lowered his head and explained embarrassedly, "But many children also go there to buy ice cream. I just scolded them a few days ago, saying that they are not allowed to eat such things that irritate the stomach when the weather is cold. If they saw me buying them..." "

Is that so..." Takagi Wataru blinked his big eyes, forced a stiff smile at the corners of his mouth, and apologized repeatedly, "I'm sorry for questioning you like that just now."

"Sorry..." Inspector Megure coughed twice. "Have you been at home since then?"

"Yes... because I couldn't buy water, I had to go to the convenience store downstairs to buy water. My shoes might have been covered with mud at that time. There are a lot of muddy roads in the East District..."

"Excuse me..."

East District...

"You went to the East District?!" Tsukiyama Asari quickly interrupted the question that Inspector Megure had just started. He frowned and put together several pieces of the messy puzzle.

"Yeah... Mr. Nishien has been selling ice cream in that area. He is the kindergarten's school bus driver, and the children are..."

"Inspector Megure! The murderer is the owner of the ice cream truck!" Edogawa Conan shouted first. He quickly put on his shoes and ran out the door before anyone else could react. Tsukiyama Asari had no choice but to follow closely behind him.

Damn, if that were the case, he might have already noticed something was wrong...

Seeing that the others didn't seem to react, he simply took away Takagi Wataru's car keys.

Sorry, there's really no time to explain.

He ran downstairs and sat in the driver's seat. After the little boy fastened his seat belt, he stepped on the accelerator and drove the ordinary sedan like a sports car.

In less than a moment, the cell phone in his pocket rang. Edogawa Conan helped to take it out and pressed the answer button. Inspector Megure's roar mixed with anger came from the other end.

"What are you two running around for? Leave this matter to professional police officers! Tsukiyama, your hand is not healed yet. What if that guy has weapons?!" Tsukiyama

Asari looked at Edogawa Conan while turning the steering wheel. They both kept silent and waited for the hard-working police inspector opposite to calm down his anger.

"And how did you know he was the murderer?"

"The ice cream truck." Tsukiyama Asari spoke first. He saw the little boy wanted to say something, but he had to keep his mouth shut because he didn't want to expose his frustrated look, and couldn't help but smile a little.

"The height of the ice cream truck is wrong. I just remembered that there are about seven or eight drinks inside, but from the outside, the space inside can hold at least a dozen cups, which means there is a hollow layer underneath."

"So we checked all the surveillance and didn't see any suspicious people pulling the suitcase, because he didn't use a suitcase at all, but the space under the ice cream truck. He changed to a suitcase when he left the East District and went to the back mountain to bury the body."

"Male, about 1.7 meters tall, wearing glasses and very gentle. He is also the kindergarten bus driver and the owner of the ice cream truck. Xiaoling just graduated from kindergarten and often goes to buy ice cream from him. The relationship should be good. At least girls will let down their guard around him."

"There is also a secret code--" said Conan Edogawa, he touched the candy in his pocket with his hand, "Actually, Xiaoling meant the word candy. Kindergartens paint school buses in bright colors. I have heard children call school buses candy."

"So she didn't mean the old man who gave her candy, but the driver of the candy store."

"You are obviously a child, but you still call others..." A low voice complained from the other side.

"Brother Asari--there--"

Tsukiyama Asari quickly locked onto the roadside stall. Who would have thought that after parking the car on the roadside, the guy actually ran away quickly from the alley next to him where the car couldn't enter. It seemed that he was holding something in his hand.

It reflected the cold light, probably a knife.

A chase and a hold happened yesterday, and it happened again today. Tsukiyama Asari wanted to pick up Conan Edogawa and chase him again, but was rejected by the boy.

The little detective ran out first, telling the other party with his actions that he could catch up.

Knowing that he was worried that he didn't sleep much all night and that he couldn't handle the sprinting, Tsukiyama Asari didn't force him and just followed him.

He remembered that there was a park behind it, and many old people and children would play there on weekends...

Both of them looked unhappy in an instant, fearing that the other party would do something in a frenzy, and hurriedly quickened their pace.

"Don't come over————"

The murderer's roar came from the front, and Conan Edogawa's eyes froze. He ran out of the alley in a few steps, with his hand on his belt, ready to shoot the football at any time.

The imagined scene did not happen.

The murderer was stepped on in a twisted posture, and the knife flew far away. The man who stepped on him had curly chestnut hair and a flash of anger in his round eyes. He seemed to be unsatisfied and stomped on the man's back several times before finding something to tie him up.

"Thank you, brother--" Edogawa Conan breathed a sigh of relief. The man in front of him had a harmless face, which made him subconsciously relax his vigilance.

Then, the man suddenly came closer, turned his fingers, and saw a candy wrapped in transparent candy paper on his fingers wrapped in white gloves. ? !

Edogawa Conan hurriedly touched his pocket, and the pocket that had been filled with the candy given by the old man was empty.

"Give it back to me!"

He shouted. This thing might be strange, and he had to take it back for Haibara Ai to check.

"Sorry, kid." The man had an unlit cigarette in his mouth, his voice was hoarse, which was inconsistent with his appearance, probably because of the circle of scars on his neck, "I can't report to the emperor if I don't take it back."

... Gloves, wounds.

Edogawa Conan realized something belatedly, and took a step back uncontrollably, slowly raised his head and looked at the other party, his expression frozen.

He saw that the hem of the other party's clothes had an unnatural arc when he moved, like a... gun.

As if noticing the boy's gaze, the man squatted down, moved over, and aimed his honey-colored, round eyes that should have been non-aggressive at the other party, with his index finger erected at his mouth.

"Keep it a secret." He glanced at Tsukiyama Asari behind him suggestively. His lips were raised, but there was no smile in his eyes. "Otherwise, some coercive measures are needed. You won't like this."

A chill ran up his spine, and Edogawa Conan's mind went blank.

What does it mean... Is it that if he dares to take the candy away from him, or tell others about the gun...

he will kill Asari and himself? !

The author has something to say:

Shugo, I don't smoke, but because A Miao is addicted to smoking, I have to hold a cigarette for the three choices

A Miao: ...No one is so bored that they pass on whether the members of the codename smoke or not

About the matter of not seeing friends for a few months and turning from sweethearts to black-hearted honey

Matsuda: I don't care about this, I want to know how these injuries were made

Hagiwara: You must tell us, Shugo

Danger——————