Conan's first love is a profiler

Chapter 69 The Killing Intent Produced by Food

"My husband hasn't been home for several days. At first, I just thought he was out socializing, so he would come back later."

"However, when the next day was approaching, he still hadn't come back, and he didn't answer the phone calls several times. I also asked his colleagues in the unit, and they said that he didn't go to the company at all that day."

"Three days have passed, and there is still no news about him. I also invited Mr. Maori before, but I still haven't found any clues."

Takashima Bingxiang sighed, but the movements of his hands did not stop at all.

A perennial housewife, her knife skills should be skilled.

Although some basics can still be seen, it seems rusty, not like someone who is often busy in the kitchen after marriage.

Qinghai Chuantang also noticed that there was a silver ring on her right ring finger.

"Ms. Bingxiang, have you always cooked with a ring on?"

Gao Dao Bingxiang was stunned for a moment, then smiled, reached out to touch the ring, and said: "This is a gift he gave me when I got married that year."

"He knows that I am a person who likes to cook, so I chose a cheap one so that I can wear it all the time."

"As for the precious ones, they have been carefully kept in boxes."

After 10 minutes, a pork and ginger roast was served to me.

The presentation of the plate is very delicate and exquisite, which makes Qinghai Chuantang feel that what he used to do is not called "eating", but can only be regarded as "making enough".

Gao Dao Bingxiang smiled and said: "Miss Tang, let's try it."

The pork belly is fat but not greasy, soft and tasty.Paired with slightly charred soy sauce and strong ginger flavor, this dish also becomes special with rice.

"That's right." Qinghai Chuantang nodded and explained, "This is the highest evaluation I've received from here."

"It's not easy for one's food to be recognized by the other party." Although Gao Dao Bingxiang had a smile on her face, it always made people feel a little bitter.

Doesn't your husband like to eat the meals you cook?
When Qinghai Chuantang was about to ask this question, the doorbell rang.

"Who?"

"Hello, here is a package from your husband, please sign for it."

Takashima Bingxiang opened the door, and saw the staff of TA-Q-BIN holding a big foam box in his arms.

Standing beside him was a little boy wearing glasses. She remembered that he came directly with Mori Kogoro, and seemed to be a child in his foster care.

After signing for TA-Q-Bin, Takashima Bingxiang looked down at him, and said with some doubts: "Little friend, I remember your name is 'Conan', right? If you come here, what's the matter?"

Conan nodded and said with a smile: "Ms. Bingxiang, I have a clue to bring your husband here!"

Qinghai Chuantang, who was sitting on the dining chair, almost choked and fell into extreme doubt: Can this happen?

When Conan entered the living room, he naturally saw Qinghai Chuantang who happened to put down the bowl and chopsticks.

And Qinghai Chuantang naturally heard the footsteps, and turned his gaze to him.

The two looked at each other with wide eyes, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

Seeing this scene, Gao Dao Bingxiang naturally felt a little strange, so she asked curiously: "Miss Tang, do you know each other?"

Qinghai Chuantang nodded, smiled, and then said, "Of course I know him. After all, the 'Kid Conan' who has an IQ 20 more than Da Vinci's will naturally have heard of it."

"Speak."

Qinghai Chuantang looked at the box in the opponent's hand, and asked curiously: "Ms. Bingxiang, what is the box in your hand for?"

"this?"

Takashima Bingxiang put the box on the table, then opened it, and saw that it was full of food.

"My mother-in-law would send this to me every week, and she made it herself. Although I have already said that I don't need it, my mother-in-law still insists on it."

Speaking of this, Takashima Bingxiang smiled, "But thanks to my mother-in-law, we both saved a lot of food expenses, and I also saved a lot of experience."

With that said, Takashima Bingxiang took out a box of roasted mushrooms from the box, looked at her, and asked, "Miss Tang, do you want to try it?"

Qinghai Chuantang shook his head, declined the other party's kindness, and explained, "I'm allergic to fungi."

It is precisely because of this special constitution in it that she keeps a respectful distance from fungi.

It's so serious that as long as you smell the fungus, you will feel unwell.

"That's a shame"

Takashima Bingxiang said softly, as if thinking of something, then looked at Conan aside.

Said: "By the way, kid, you said before that there are some clues, right? Then you can just tell Ms. Tang directly, after all, I have entrusted the matter to her now."

Conan hesitated.

"Ms. Bingxiang, this thing is actually related to you, so..." Conan said, handing an envelope to the other party, which contained a few photos.

Takashima Bingxiang was stunned for a moment, seemingly unable to react.

When she opened it after the result and saw it, she couldn't help covering her mouth, and her eyes instantly became red.

In the photo, a man came out of the room.

Immediately afterwards, a woman followed, and the two were talking and laughing, as if they were talking about something.

"So he hasn't been at home for so long, did he go to be with this woman?"

Takashima Bingxiang's face was covered with tears. Obviously, this news was a blow to her, and she couldn't accept it for a while.

"These photos were actually commissioned by Uncle Mao Li in the photos. However, these photos were all taken a week ago."

In other words, a week ago, her husband was not missing.

And the woman in the photo may be the breakthrough point.

"I remember her."

Takashima Bingxiang said with some difficulty: "This person's name is 'Luye Zhizhi'. Before my husband and I got married, we often went to eat at the restaurant opened by her."

Looking at the man in the photo, she tasted the taste of betrayal.

I don’t eat after returning home because my stomach is already full of food; I don’t have sex after returning home because I am full outside.

"So. My husband cheated, didn't he?"

Gao Dao Bingxiang burst into tears, "Miss Tang, please go find that man for me. As long as he likes it, I am willing to quit and fulfill them, so that he will stop hiding. He doesn't even know how much I have. Worry about him."

Amidst the woman's cries, Qinghai Chuantang and Conan left the apartment.

"I didn't expect to meet in this situation. However, how long did it take for the man in this photo to come out?"

"Eh?"

Conan blinked, looking very surprised: "Why did you ask this suddenly? About 10 minutes, what's wrong?"

Qinghai Chuantang touched his chin and thought: "For 10 minutes, generally speaking, 2 to 7 minutes is enough."

"Are you trying to say?" Conan blushed, but still felt something was wrong, "10 minutes seems too short, right?"

Qinghai Chuantang's expression became a little weird, and he couldn't help frowning: Why is this kid blushing?
In her understanding, before the Takashima couple got married, since they often went to that restaurant to eat, they were considered regular customers.

And a restaurant will always find ways to develop some new dishes and change their tricks in order not to be eliminated by the torrent of the times.

And for the diners who come to the restaurant after investigation, it is most suitable to use them as their own dish testers.

"How long did it take to take those photos?"

Conan was very surprised, why every time he asked some questions that sounded inexplicable.

"Based on the time when Uncle Maori left, it should be around 10 o'clock. And usually at that time, the restaurant is not too busy."

Qinghai Chuantang nodded, "That's right. Generally, during this time period, male desire is at the lowest point of the day, and female desire index will also drop to 10% in the early morning."

"So judging from this information, nothing should have happened to the two of them."

She patiently popularized knowledge for the other party.

After saying that, he smiled again: "I just think that Mr. Takashima is going to help try the dishes. Where did you think?"

So, in fact, he misunderstood?
"Actually, that's what I was thinking too."

Conan said solemnly, not feeling how vulnerable his lies at the moment were.

Qinghai Chuantang smiled, and did not choose to expose the other party.

The two came to the restaurant where Shikano Shizhi was located - Merlin.

"Mr. Takashima, he hasn't been home for several days?"

After Shikano Zhizhi learned of the intention of the two of them, he was very surprised.

"The reason why Mr. Takashima came to my house was just to ask him to help taste my latest new dish, nothing else happened."

"Besides, I also know that he is already married, so it is impossible to intervene in the relationship between the two of them."

"Then why did you commission Mr. Mori to take the picture?"

Although I don't know what kind of reason the other party used to persuade the other party.

But as long as the money is in place, everything is actually negotiable, otherwise Mori Kogoro would not sometimes accept some cases to investigate the disappearance of pets.

Lu Ye Zhizhi looked blank, "Consignment? I, I have never approached Mr. Mao Li, why did I entrust him to help take pictures? Could it be that after seeing these pictures, I think I want to intervene in the relationship between him and Miss Bingxiang? "

"Miss Bingxiang?"

Sometimes the difference in address can reflect the relationship and intimacy between the two.

Now that it is known that the other party is married, the address for Takashima Bingxiang should be changed from "Miss" to "Ms."

It's like when men in some places change their mother's address from "Mom" to "Mom" after they get married.

Realizing that he had accidentally said something wrong, Shikano Shizhi patted his mouth with hatred, a little annoyed.

Finally, she sighed.

"Well, I really want to use this to threaten her."

"After all, for a person who loves cooking, it is very satisfying to have someone eat the food he made with a happy expression, and then give a high evaluation."

"However," Shikano Shizhi continued after changing the subject, "I don't know what happened to Mr. Takashima's disappearance."

"After all, since I left that day, I haven't seen him again, and I thought I changed my taste."

For this matter, Shikano Zhizhi did not show any jealousy.

After all, for her, she just wants someone who can taste new dishes for herself for a long time, and she doesn't have much emotion in it.

Just because of this, if you want to tie the other party to your side, it sounds too unbelievable.

Sure enough, brain circuits are different from person to person.

Finally, Qinghai Chuantang came to this conclusion.

"Kid Conan. When you went to Takashima's house, did you find any useful clues?"

When Qinghai Chuantang came to Takashima's house as scheduled, the other party just came back after buying vegetables, so the lunch time started directly, without having time to look around.

Conan shook his head.

"Speaking of which, the place where Ms. Bingxiang and the others live is a high-end apartment. According to the three major motives, if one emotion is excluded just now, only hatred and money are left."

"However, according to the rule of exclusion of close relatives, the wife is naturally the most suspected."

The corner of Conan's mouth couldn't help twitching. Why hasn't he heard of what the other party said?

"But, if it's a murder, what about the corpse?"

"Do you know what the odds are that the body will remain at the crime scene?"

Conan shook his head.

"Not all the corpses will remain at the scene of the crime, let alone three days have passed. During these three days, there are enough things to do."

Qinghai Chuantang took out a lollipop from his pocket, "Let's go, kid Conan, go back to the apartment first."

After speaking, he tore open the package and put the sugar in his mouth.

Sure enough, the orange-flavored lollipops are the best.

The dead body is often the standard by which suicide and others are measured, and it is also the most important evidence.

Generally speaking, if there is no body, it is impossible to convict and send a sentence, but exceptions can be made in special cases.

As long as you find direct evidence related to the case and form a chain of evidence, it is enough to prove that the other party is the murderer, and you can still be convicted and sentenced.

"A high-end apartment is worthy of being a high-end apartment. Even the garbage disposal is 24 hours a day."

In the lobby, there is usually a special place for the apartment manual, so that others can better understand it, and then consider whether to live in it.

It saves the time of asking, and it is more convenient.

"The price is indeed a bit expensive, but it's worth the money. Huh? This apartment is even equipped with a shredder."

Just as he was about to turn the page, Qinghai Chuantang paused and looked at Conan.

After Conan heard her words, he also guessed something.

The two looked at each other for a second, and then smiled at the same time: That's it.

The location of the electric water meter installed in each apartment is different.

And the location of the electric water meter in this apartment happened to be outside the door.

"Four days have passed in this month. But the numbers on the electric water meter have jumped a bit alarmingly."

However, Qinghai Chuantang felt a little queasy when he thought that the knife used by the other party might be used to kill someone.

After all, I ate them cleanly.

In the end, it was only after Conan called with the voice of "Kudo Shinichi" that the people who searched the first section were able to come.

Of course, it wasn't just those who searched the first class, but also those who searched scientifically.

Luminol is highly sensitive, even after repeated washing, it will still produce a reaction, which is also a major advantage of it.

On the living room floor, on the used knives, in the kitchen, in the bathtub.

"You can't find the body. Because I have chopped him up and thrown him into the grinder. Along with a lot of water, I don't know where he was washed away."

Takashima Bingxiang's smile became distorted, and there was even a trace of morbid madness.

Smiling and laughing, tears suddenly appeared on his face.

She knelt on the ground, feeling exhausted.

"In the past few days, I have been feeling like I am going to be tortured crazy."

"I want to repent for my crimes, but I don't want to turn myself in. So I asked the detectives to come, and of course the current profiler."

Takashima Bingxiang smiled and looked at her.

"Being discovered is a matter of time, so I have already prepared for this."

"But what I can't accept is the dishes that my mother-in-law brings every week, filling up the big white refrigerator I bought."

"The knife I bought when I got married has never been used for cooking. Until the end, I used my favorite knife and inserted it into the man's body with my own hands."

Then he was dragged into the bathroom, and with those sharp tools, he cut off his head.

Because if you see him like this, you will feel a little bit sad.

After all, it was the husband I once loved deeply.

"The day I made up my mind to kill him, it was his mother who sent another large box of food. However, the refrigerator couldn't fit anymore."

Takashima Bingxiang's face had long lost a smile, and she even looked a little dazed.

Her eyes didn't know where to look, and then she said: "He is eating the food sent by his mother again, and he also said that he hates everything I make, and he doesn't like the taste of them at all."

"In a fit of anger, I brushed all the food on the table to the ground."

Elementary school students all know the truth that food should not be wasted.

So Takashima Bingxiang was forced by her husband to pick up the food she hated on the ground and ate it all in her stomach.

At that moment, she felt as if she was treated like a domestic animal by the other party.

Where did the man who would hold hands with me and walk under the street lights back then go?

Could it be that there is such a big difference before and after a person gets married?

"Even so, it cannot be a reason for you to kill someone."

Hearing this, Takashima Bingxiang smiled.

"You are a little boy, not a little girl. So this kind of thing, even when you grow up, you won't understand."

This is Conan's last conversation with her.

Conan didn't understand, and couldn't understand.

So he looked at Qinghai Chuantang and asked, "Are you going to kill someone just because the other party doesn't like the food you cook?"

just?
"Things like eating don't stop until you die."

"After two people decide to be together, it is doomed for one party to accommodate the other party, and one party to cater to the taste of the other party."

"If two people have the same taste, or even the same preferences, then maybe it's a happy thing."

"And for a housewife, the food delivered by her mother-in-law can only be regarded as 'kitchen harassment'."

So a child is a child, and there is no way to understand it.

But after experiencing this incident, Qinghai Chuantang understood something.

"I'm sorry! I shouldn't dislike your food!"

Her manner was sincere, and she even used the 90-degree bow of repentance, repentance and apology.

Even if you don't show anything on the surface, when the other party expresses dislike and disgust, you will still feel a little sad in your heart.

Even if it was just a joke.

It is precisely because you care that you will care about what the other party says.

"Then, let me feel your sincerity."

On the dining table is a bowl of egg noodles.

Because the heat was a bit overcooked, the skin of the egg had been fried until it was burnt black.

The white water-like soup base does not seem to be oily or watery.

If there were not some emerald green scallions as embellishments, I am afraid that the last hope in my heart would be in vain.

In terms of appearance alone, it can no longer be described as unsatisfactory.

Qinghai Chuantang smiled and looked up at the other party, quite flattering.

"Actually, what I think"

I don't know if it was her illusion, but the other party's glasses reflected light.

This made her immediately swallow back the words she hadn't finished speaking.

Qinghai Chuantang picked up the chopsticks, as if he had made some important decision.

Close your eyes, put the stir-fried noodles into your mouth, and chew them roughly,
and many more!

She opened her eyes again, and her chewing movements slowed down, savoring carefully.

After the food was swallowed, Qinghai Chuantang let out an exclamation: "It's unexpectedly delicious!"

Although the words are somewhat exaggerated, compared with the expectations in my heart, it is indeed "delicious".

The number of meals a person can eat in a lifetime is limited.

You never know, which will come first, tomorrow or the accident.

If every meal is regarded as the last meal of life, it may seem precious.

"We should be full of respect for food."

　It's hard to eat every meal like it's your last.But please also cherish the hard-won present.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)