Conan's first love is a profiler

Chapter 59 Awakened from a Dream

Ohira Makoto put the rag into the water and scrubbed it, but at this moment he heard a movement.

She looked up and saw Qinghai Chuantang standing at the door.

Ohira Makoto smiled and greeted the other party.

But in just a few hours, the house was tidied up, giving it a completely new look.

Even the original blood on the floor was wiped clean, as if the tragedy never happened.

"After tidying up like this, I feel that it has changed, which is pretty good."

Hearing the compliment from the other party, Ohira Makoto showed obvious joy.

"Because the Megure Police Department said that it can be cleaned up, so I cleaned it up a little bit. But there is still a lot to clean up, and it will be fine in a few days."

Saying that, Ohira Makoto stood up and wiped her hands on the apron.

Asked with some doubts: "But it's so late, what can you do?"

After being reminded by the other party, Qinghai Chuantang suddenly remembered the purpose of his visit.

She took out an envelope from her arms and handed it to the other party.

Ohira Makoto smiled and said: "This... Actually, it doesn't matter if I give it later."

"What is the situation, I think you already know. To put it bluntly, you need to find another job now, although it is a bit regretful."

"But I thought you might need money, so I sent it as soon as possible."

Ohira Makoto's face froze.

"Find a job again? What do you mean?"

Qinghai Chuantang took a few steps and looked around.

No wonder there is a style in it that does not belong to this house.

"The house has been sold, and Ms. Liangxiang will be sent to a professional nursing home later."

"Mr. Taizhi's prohibition order has been lifted, and the inheritance rights have been recognized."

The implication is that this house no longer belongs to her.

Ohira Makoto showed an expression of disbelief.

"The whole family died in this house, who would buy such a murderous house?"

Some people will also specialize in selling murder houses
Of course, Qinghai Chuantang did not say this.

"It is said that it will be demolished and a new one will be built."

"how can that be possible?"

Ohira Makoto still couldn't believe it.

She walked up to Ryoka Shimadzu, and said with a sneer, "Grandma only eats the meals I cook, so Mr. Taizhi said, I can stay and take care of her forever."

She hoped that the other party would tell herself that what she just said was just a joke.

"As long as more sugar is added, the meals in the nursing home will taste delicious."

Qinghai Chuantang picked up the photo frame on the cabinet and looked at it.

At some point, the family photo turned into Ohira Makoto's face.

"You thought you could stay here forever by leaving an obedient grandma and killing all the other family members, right?"

Qinghai Chuantang turned around and looked at the other party.

He continued: "Put away the original photo frame, and can't wait to display my own. Unfortunately, it looks a bit inconsistent with this house."

As she spoke, her hands loosened slightly.

"stop!"

Ohira Makoto hurriedly stopped it.

Qinghai Chuantang really did what she wanted, and then put the photo frame back.

It's just that he didn't let it stand properly, but turned the photo frame backwards, as if hiding the person in the photo.

"So, you killed them, right? You killed the family of four by yourself."

Sato quietly appeared in the corner while they were talking.

Once you find something wrong, you will definitely step forward to stop it immediately.

That's why she's so fearless.

"Anyway, each of them is no different from being alone. They don't care about each other, and they don't even know that the family members who live with them have been killed."

Saying that, Ohira Makoto looked at her.

"Those people are not qualified to live in this house."

"With such a big house and such a beautiful scenery, I don't know how to enjoy it, I don't know how to appreciate it, and I just waste it all."

"Why not leave it to those who really understand?"

Qinghai Chuantang found it funny, who gave her the courage to be so confident?

"Then you and your son are eligible?"

Ohira Makoto looked up, looked at the crystal chandelier above, and felt a dream.

"From the first moment I saw this house, I knew it was the house I'd dreamed of owning a long time ago."

"Sunshine, sea waves, courtyard, terrace. My family, Sou, also likes this place very much."

Ohira Makoto lowered her head with a sad expression.

"Although we can only enjoy such a short time during the day, we really feel very happy."

"But."

Daping Zhenqin changed his face in an instant, looking at Qinghai Chuantang.

He said in a cold tone: "After staying here for a long time, I find it more and more inconvenient."

"This is my dream home, which I arranged with my own hands. But why, why is my son hiding under that dark bed?"

She walked around, stroking the ornaments she had just placed not long ago.

"This is mine, my dream home"

Almost to the point of madness.

"You're crazy."

Ohira Makoto was taken aback and looked at her.

"A paranoia due to intense past stimuli, forgetting reality, and clinging to unattainable fantasies."

I don't know if this sentence stimulated her, Daping Zhenqin rushed over immediately, picked up the fruit knife on the table, and pointed it at Qinghai Chuantang.

"You say I'm crazy? Do you think you understand everything?"

Daping Makoto smiled, "Then answer me, why do my husband and daughter die? We just have a very small, very small wish."

"I just want a beautiful house that allows our family of four to live happily. Why? Why does our happiness disappear?"

"You answer me. You answer me—"

Seeing Daping Zhenqin rushing towards her with a knife.

Fortunately, Sato had already approached her slowly when she was holding the knife, so even if he stopped her, he took the fruit knife from the opponent's hand.

Daping Zhenqin knelt on the ground, weeping uncontrollably.

"Why does my happiness disappear? Why does happiness disappear in an instant?"

"The answer to this question may only be found by yourself."

Ohira Makoto was taken aback, and looked up at the other party.

"Everyone loves to dream, and everyone has the right to dream."

"But some people can distinguish between dreams and reality, while others blend reality and dreams into one."

"Everyone has a different degree of dreaming. It's like always feeling that the room is very big when I was young, but I feel that the room is small when I grow up."

"I used to love to dream too, although not as deep as yours."

"But I will also decorate the house with my own hands and put on my favorite ornaments, so that it does not look like a cold house, but a 'home' with warmth and warmth."

"But later, I set fire to that house with my own hands. Because I know that dreams are just dreams after all."

So wake up from the dream.

Broken dream.

Ohira Makoto was stunned for a long time, and shed tears again.

"My dream is gone"

she said softly.

Why does happiness disappear in an instant?
No one can answer that question now, and probably never will,
1:10 am.

Qinghai Chuantang returned home.

Such a time seemed too early for her.

After all, they are people who often haunt the night, maybe like vampires, the night is their stage and the environment they rely on most for survival.

"Tomorrow there is a charity dinner at the Cupido Hotel, and you can taste the cake I made. So you will come, right?"

At the bottom right of the postcard, there is also a big smiling face, which looks cute.

Looking full of anticipation, it seems that you can guess the appearance of the other party when writing this postcard.

Along with the business card, there was also an invitation letter for a charity dinner hosted by Kawano Kajiu.

"It is said that 'Chris', the daughter of the famous American star Sharon, will also come. Maybe you can have a glimpse of her beauty."

At the end of the sentence, a naughty tilde was drawn.

Sharon Chris Belmode.

It should be very important to let her attend the occasion.

"It seems that this is not a charity dinner, but a meeting of members of the Black Organization. So, what is your goal?"

If it was Conan, maybe he would face it positively.

So, do you want to give this invitation letter to him?
Qinghai Chuantang struggled for a while, and finally decided to hand it over to the other party.

Just take it as compensation for misunderstanding him.

At 7:35 in the morning, Qinghai Chuantang sent a text message to Conan and informed him of the situation.

What's the best way to get Conan to go somewhere?
Xiaolan, the case. The Black Organization.

At 7:48, Conan came to her door.

Panting, it was enough to see how desperate he was.

"Is that what the letter really says?"

he asked anxiously.

"Let's go ahead and talk."

After walking in, Qinghai Chuantang picked up the postcard and invitation letter on the table and handed them to the other party.

"The host is 'Kawano Kajiu', the president of Kawajiu Law Firm."

"And that charity dinner was held on the 7th floor of the Cupido Hotel, and many famous people were invited to come."

"Of course, there are more than that. There are also some ordinary people, but most of them have participated in volunteer activities."

"Those who received invitations like me...maybe by virtue of going through the back door."

It's just logical that Kogoro Mori should be invited to this kind of banquet, after all, his reputation is there.

In this regard, Conan explained: "Because Aunt Yingli's opponent once was a member of Hejiu Law Firm. The other party suffered a disadvantage from her, so naturally she would not invite people related to her to come."

Sure enough, she deserves to be Consort Eri who has the title of "The Undefeated Queen of the Legal World".

"If what is said above is true, they should make a big move. But, who will their target be?"

Conan thought.

Perhaps the only way to analyze it is to find the guest list.

"Couldn't it be a simple charity dinner?"

Although for some scenes, it is already commonplace.

But if it continues like this, it is easy to wonder if you have been cursed, as if you were possessed by the god of death.

(End of this chapter)