Conan's first love is a profiler

Chapter 71

The victim from two months ago was named Tsunashige Mihashi.

It is also the person who appeared in the video five years ago.

The second victim was named Tamura Aika.

Now, there is a third victim: Goro Muramatsu, male, 32 years old, professional golfer.

In the video from five years ago, a man carrying a golf bag passed in front of the two.

As he put his golf bag in the trunk, he took one look before driving away from the scene.

"The victim's name is 'Furuyama Serika', and he has only one father, named 'Gushan Keiji', who was a crew member of a long-distance fishing boat."

"I have never had a fixed residence, and my household registration was canceled two years ago. And I have been abroad for a long time and rarely return to China."

After watching the video several times, Qinghai Chuantang asked, "Is the first victim from the language school?"

Gao Mu was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "It is indeed the language school. But Miss Tang, how did you know?"

He remembered the information about the first victim, but he didn't tell her, right?
Qinghai Chuantang paused the screen, then pointed to the folder in Mitsuhashi Tsunashige's hand with the mouse and said, "Look, the name of the language school happens to be printed on it."

"Miss Aika is wearing a bank employee uniform, so it's easy to find her. As for Mr. Muramatsu, his license plate number was captured in the video."

Therefore, the victim was killed based on the obviousness of the clues.

"Then, so the murderer is indeed Miss Qinxiang's father?"

No, that's not the question.

"So, the people in the video will all be the murderer's next target?"

Qinghai Chuantang nodded, "So Officer Takagi, please bring the news back as soon as possible, and then protect these people."

"I see. Thank you, Miss Tang."

It's not that the world is indifferent, but that they are aware of their abilities.

And there is no guarantee that if you lose your life because of this, how sad your relatives and friends will be.

If I could have met Kudo Shinichi five years ago, maybe the ending would have been different.

After all, that person is a "life first" person, even if he sacrifices himself, he must save others.

It sounds like a passionate justice, but also a little silly.

"By the way, besides the people in the video, have you forgotten anyone else?"

Qinghai Chuantang found the video again, slowed down by a factor of 1, and began to watch carefully.

"Hey uncle, please make room, the filming will be over soon—"

The glass reflects his clothes and the famous tag on his chest: Otaki Chiaki.

"I didn't expect you to watch that video too?"

Hearing the other party talking about it, Otaki Chiaki showed an excited expression, pointed at himself and said, "I took that video."

The tone is extremely proud.

"I don't know who uploaded it later, the number of clicks is really high. Isn't it very exciting?"

After finishing speaking, Otaki Chiaki sighed softly, and his tone became a little regretful: "If it weren't for someone blocking it in the end, maybe I could have finished filming it all the time."

"The little girl's parents will be very distressed when they see it."

"Maybe."

Otaki Chiaki looked at the taxi driver in front and smiled.

"But who made her unlucky? Can't blame anyone?"

Furuyama Keiji's eyes were bloodshot, and he was holding back something.

Chiaki Otaki was reflected in the rearview mirror of the car.

Not a trace of remorse.

"I have a daughter who is about the same age as her. When I was very young, the rebellious period came, which made me worry a lot."

"But I also blame me. I used to be a crew member who went to sea. I didn't have much time to spend with her, and I didn't leave any good memories for my daughter."

"Then is she sensible now?"

"She's dead."

After a while, Keiji Gushan continued, "Five years ago."

Fenglin Mountain is so big that the three bodies found are all in different places and far apart.

Therefore, this place has also become his good hunting ground.

Otaki Chiaki had his mouth sealed with tape, and could only make a whimpering sound.

His hands were tied in front of his body, ropes were wrapped around his feet, and he was laid horizontally on the ground.

Watching the man with the hammer getting closer and closer to him.

"Now it is your turn--"

As he said that, Keiji Koyama raised his hammer and hit him on the head.

Fortunately, Otaki Chiaki rolled over and escaped in time.

"Run, then. Let me see if you can escape."

The rope on his feet was pulled away, and the other party seemed to really want to let him go.

Otaki Chiaki didn't hesitate at all, and immediately ran forward, trying to escape from this hellish place!
Keiji Gushan threw away the hammer in his hand, picked up the crossbow arrows beside him, and chased after him.

The inside of the mountain is pitch black, unlike the road, with dim lights.

And in times of darkness, the only light becomes salvation.

Running, Otaki Chiaki saw a bright light not far away, as if someone was holding a flashlight in front of him.

So, he ran towards the light, impatiently wanting to be redeemed.

But as he ran closer, he despaired.

Where is this person holding a flashlight?

It is clearly a puppet tied to a tree, and then a flashlight is tied to its body to attract others to come.

attract?

Otaki Chiaki was taken aback, as if he understood something.

All of these are traps.

He couldn't help but his legs went limp, and he knelt on the ground, with two words left in his heart: despair.

Gradually, he heard footsteps approaching him.

"You think that light can save your life?"

"Bad luck? No one to blame? That person is my daughter. It is unique and a rare treasure in the world."

The expression on Gushan Keiji's face was full of anger, "Why did you all choose to stand by when she was hurt?"

"In the eyes of a bastard like you, it's just a good show that makes people applaud?"

Otaki Chiaki couldn't speak at all, and could only shake his head desperately.

"You bastards are all murderers!"

Furuyama Keiji slowly approached him holding the crossbow.

"Don't move—"

A large number of policemen suddenly appeared around him, some with flashlights and some with guns, aiming at him.

"Don't come here!"

Keiji Gushan pointed the crossbow at the person beside him, and said fiercely: "If you dare to come over, I will kill this guy."

"In broad daylight, on a busy street. There are so many people, but none of them reached out to help her!"

"No, not a single person!"

He growled.

"When a person yelled for help again and again, when she was stabbed into the body by the other party with a knife again and again, none of these guys dared to step forward to help her!"

"What do they want eyes for? What do they need ears for?"

"It's because of them that my Qin Xiang died!"

Just at this moment, a figure seemed to rush towards him.

Furuyama Keiji raised the crossbow and shot.

When he hit the target, he finally saw clearly. Unexpectedly, it was just a coat.

Seeing this situation, the surrounding police officers immediately rushed up and suppressed him.

In the end, Furuyama Keiji was brought back to the police station.

"Mr. Gushan, although we can understand your actions. But the murderer who killed Miss Qinxiang has already accepted the trial of the law and was sentenced to a heavy sentence by the court. Why?"

"I can't forgive them."

Keiji Koyama's eyes were moist, "No matter how far I go to sea, I will never forget it. In that video, so many people avoided her like a pest."

Although the streets are full of pedestrians, the place is more terrifying than the uninhabited forest.

"She was begging so hard, begging people to save her, but no one came."

There are obviously so many people in the world, but it seems that for a moment, only she is left alone in the world.

Killing may require a reason.

But there is no need for a reason to save someone, after all, the subconscious reaction of the body at that time had already made the decision for me.

Walking on the street, looking at the desolate street, a withered and yellow leaf just fell to my feet.

Qinghai Chuantang picked up the leaves and stared blankly.

Suddenly, a smile appeared.

He said to himself: "If I had been there at that time, I would have saved that girl. After all, I have such abilities."

"You can protect yourself, and you can save her."

"But the nature of that matter is different from that of the silver-haired murderer."

The one who saved was an innocent person who was caught by an indiscriminate murderer; the one who was saved was a serial killer who held several lives in his hands and might even cause the death of more innocent people.

The breeze was blowing, and it was bitingly cold.

Qinghai Chuantang slightly let go, letting the wind carry it farther away.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, blowing her hair a little messy.

Reluctantly, he reached out and straightened his hair, making it docile again.

"Kid Conan, so we are not the same way after all."

I will save a girl who is being threatened, but not a silver-haired murderer with several lives in his hands.

It takes courage to face the pain of others.

You never know what will happen after you make a decision.

If you happen to save the other party, you may be grateful to you, and even make you feel that everything is worth it.

But if you happen to fail to save the other party, you will face all kinds of accusations, which will torture you to the point of going crazy.

Or they lost their lives because of this, leaving behind parents who washed their faces with tears, and the white-haired people gave the black-haired people alive.

"People who have a sense of guilt have acted bravely. But people who don't know how to repent, but survived in the end, it's really ironic."

Then let him live with guilt for the rest of his life.

A voice in my heart told myself so clearly.

"It is indeed a good way to let him live with a sense of guilt for the rest of his life and accept the beating and torture of his conscience."

Qinghai Chuantang looked up at the sky, which seemed to be slightly red.

"But does that kind of person really have a 'conscience'?"

She seems to have become more sentimental lately.

It is precisely because I have enough ability that I feel that I have a responsibility on my shoulders.

Otherwise, why are all those flying into the sky superhuman?

(End of this chapter)