Conan's first love is a profiler

Chapter 45

"Sister Xiaotang, you've been investigating the 'Multipurpose Knife Serial Murder Case' and the 'Secret Room Serial Murder Case' recently, right? Take me with you!"

For the fact that Qinghai Chuantang was asked to assist by the police, Conan seemed a little jealous and envious.

Helplessly, with my current status, it is difficult to obtain such an important task. After all, it is impossible to tell others that it is actually Kudo Shinichi, right?
In that case, few people would believe it.

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you before you meet the killer?"

Qinghai Chuantang looked at each other with great interest.She was slightly surprised that Conan would take the initiative to deliver it to her door.

Conan shook his head.

"Although I don't know what your purpose is. But I can feel that you are not a bad person. This is the detective's intuition."

"Bridges of trust are hard to build, especially when it comes to rebuilding. Although you deliberately interrupted the trust that was about to be established, I think you should be trustworthy."

"So, can I trust you?"

Hearing this, Qinghai Chuantang smiled and rejected the other party.

"You also said that trust is hard to come by. You and I don't have any common goals, but we just agree on the point of wanting to catch the murderer."

"I don't want anyone to continue to be hurt, maybe you have the same idea, so we just have a relationship that can be called a 'joint cooperation' based on the murderer's case."

Trust is trust, cooperation is cooperation.

In Qinghai Chuantang's view, the two should be separated.

Trust means that the relationship between the two will gradually get closer, and maybe they will become friends in the future; but cooperation is not like this, cooperation is just cooperation.

Therefore, Qinghai Chuantang's meaning is very clear, she does not want the two to have too deep intersection.

Of course, this does not affect Conan, after all, his main purpose is only "case" and "true murderer".

"The multi-purpose knife case has come to an end for the time being, and the rest is the secret room serial murder case. According to the profile, the place where the criminal most likely lives is here, Chengchuan Road."

"If you narrow down the scope, it will be the factories near Chengchuan Road. After all, if you pack some waste products, you will use ropes."

"If someone who uses the same knot can be found, maybe the murderer can be found very quickly."

Qinghai Chuantang said, and drew a range on the map with a red pen.

"Miss Xiaotang."

Conan suddenly called her name and asked a question that had nothing to do with the case: "How old are you this year?"

He finally realized that something was wrong.

Qinghai Chuantang stared at him, and said in a somewhat unfriendly tone: "Don't you know that asking a woman's age is a very rude behavior? Instead of asking about irrelevant topics, it's better to set off now and look for clues."

If she had to answer, it must be "forever".

But obviously, the other party was interested and did not continue to ask.

The factories near Seongcheon Road are all located on the hill, and the only one here is a food processing factory.

Just at the door, Qinghai Chuantang discovered that the knots used to pack the waste paper were very ordinary, and it seemed that the murderer was not here.

So, let's start with the residents here.

When passing by a waste paper recycling bin, Qinghai Chuantang walked over.

I saw the special knot method above, which is exactly the same as the one in the photos I saw before.

"Can I ask you a question? Did you tie all these waste papers yourself, grandma?"

"this?"

The old man said with a smile: "Mr. Oi tied it up for me. In winter, he will help repair the heating for free. What a wonderful person."

Qinghai Chuantang froze for a moment, thinking of something.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Oi's name 'Oi Hideki'?"

"Yes. You know him?" The old man looked puzzled.

Qinghai Chuantang nodded slowly, and continued to ask: "Old man, do you know where Mr. Oi's home is?"

If the murderer is that person, then some problems can be explained.

But can a kind-hearted person who helps fix the heating every winter really be the murderer?
According to the address given by the old man, Qinghai Chuantang found the residence of Oi Hideki.

The door was closed tightly, and no one seemed to be there.

Although it is not a problem to turn over the height of the wall, and there are trees on the side to help.
But if the prisoner was not him, wouldn't he be an illegal intruder?
Qinghai Chuantang looked at the still-stopped watch, hesitated for a while, and finally decided to turn it in.

As the saying goes: When soldiers come to block, water comes to cover up.

It turns out that sometimes a woman's sixth sense can be quite accurate.

Although most of the time, they like to put a higher accuracy rate on small things like cheating and cheating.

I saw the knot on the cardboard on the other side in the corner of the yard, which was the kind I had seen before.

After taking pictures with his mobile phone to save the evidence, Qinghai Chuantang walked around to the window behind him, pushed it lightly, and just opened it.

Looking at this scene, Qinghai Chuantang hesitated again.

Could it be that he really wanted to set foot on this official door of sin?
She seemed to understand Conan's initial feelings.

It must have been from the initial hesitation, to the face not changing, and finally the lack of fluctuation in the heart, and even got used to it.

"There are so many fitness equipments. It's really not easy to exercise for a perfect kill."

Qinghai Chuantang couldn't help sighing.

When she turned around to go elsewhere, she saw a man standing at the door with a somewhat short stature.

Oi Hideki.

Qinghai Chuantang silently read this person's name in his heart.

"Qinghai Chuantang."

Hideki Oi looked at her, and said blankly: "It should be the name, right? The profiler. You finally found me, and it is indeed worthy of recognition."

"Unfortunately, you will die here soon, so it is your luck to hear some praise before you die."

After finishing speaking, he closed the door, and the two of them stood in this small room and looked at each other.

"Killing those old men and women who are dying every day makes me a little numb."

"Now I can have elastic and soft skin delivered to my door, I really feel happy and comfortable for no reason."

The other party took a step forward, but Qinghai Chuantang couldn't help but took a step back and swallowed.

"Mr. Oi, we can discuss everything, right? If you suddenly change your crime pattern, you will definitely show your flaws. If the police find you, then won't your undefeated record be untenable?"

"You talk too much."

Oi Hideki was about to throw his fist at her, but the door was suddenly opened.

I saw a little boy standing there with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, which seemed to be somewhat inconsistent with his immature face.

"It really is you, Mr. Chamber of Secrets serial killer. Everything you said just now was recorded by me, and I can't deny it no matter what."

"Where's the kid from?"

Oi Hideki smiled, "Since you are determined to come to die, then I have no choice but to fulfill you. But before that, let's deal with you first!"

Before he finished speaking, Oi Hideki turned around and threw his fist at Qinghai Chuantang.

She quickly dodged aside to avoid the opponent's attack.

And Conan also took advantage of this opportunity to fire the anesthesia needle.

At the moment when the anesthesia needle was injected into his neck, Oi Hideki did not immediately fall into a coma.

This made Conan show a shocked expression. Could it be that the anesthesia injection has expired?
If that's the case, then only football remains.

But the space here is too narrow to use it at all, and it is easy to accidentally injure others.

It has to be said that Oi Hideki obviously has serious training.

And although the stature is a bit short, the burst of strength is very vigorous.

Qinghai Chuantang was obviously not very relaxed when dealing with it.

Due to space constraints, she doesn't have much chance of winning if she puts all her strength into it.

Taking advantage of the time to dodge, Qinghai Chuantang took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and then slapped it on the opponent's head.

"Have you ever heard of a big brother in the brick industry!"

This operation made Conan dumbfounded: What kind of mobile phone is this good in quality?

No, now is not the time to think about that.

Conan shook his head, trying to wake himself up.

"You shouldn't have smashed him to death, have you?"

Qinghai Chuantang gave him a strange look, "There is no blood, how could he be dead? He just passed out temporarily."

The most common thing in Oi Hideki's room is the rope.

Perhaps when he was playing with ropes, he didn't think that one day these would be used on the body here to bind him firmly.

"By the way, if it's just binding, there's no need to use so many ropes, right?"

"You don't understand that."

Qinghai Chuantang said solemnly: "You must know that facing a serial murderer, his psychology is already pathological, and he has not repented. Yes, there is only an endless desire to kill, and there seems to be a voice in his heart Tell him to 'go on'."

When Oi Hideki woke up, he found himself kneeling on the ground and tied up by Wuhuada.

The sense of restraint was too strong for him to break free.

The key may also be that the quality of the rope I chose is too good.

"The moment you saw me, I found that you were angry because you guessed my identity."

"Could it be because of what I said during the interview? But what I think may not be wrong."

"It's you, it's really annoying to attack a group of weak old people."

If Conan hadn't stopped him, she would have punched him in the face a few times to vent her anger.

Oi Hideki smiled.

"They are like the bottom of the society, people who are like garbage. Even as waste products, they have no recycling value. They are just moths that devour tax dollars."

It's a bit odd that a serial murderer is worrying about paying his taxes.

"Everyone will grow old one day. Do you think you will be an exception? Who do you think you are? Have the right to judge their lives arbitrarily?"

Qinghai Chuantang taunted unceremoniously: "Looking at your appearance, you should be in your fifties, right? You are still a bachelor at this age. You don't need to guess to know why you are like this."

(End of this chapter)