Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 240 Two lines of graffiti

Ichijo's home is in Tokyo.

From the outside, it looks like an ordinary house. It occupies a small area and is unremarkable except for being a little dilapidated. The yard is overgrown with weeds and has the potential to be a haunted house.

It looks like no one alive has been inside for at least eight or nine years.

Mirai Ichijo opened the car door, got out of the car, paused for a few seconds in front of the haunted house, took out the key and opened it.

The lock cylinder was somewhat rusty and clogged, and it took him some effort to open the door.

In the car, Onizuka Hazo, who was sending a train over, listened to the trivial sound of unlocking the door. He heard that there was something wrong with the lock, so he cleared his throat uncomfortably and said, "Except for the beginning, no one has bothered me for a long time. They are.”

"When you first came to the police academy, the police actually wanted to re-investigate the scene, but..."

He paused, "There aren't many traces left at the scene,"

"Coupled with the objections and the fact that you performed so well in 'Criminals in Disguise', there are no more requests for re-examination."

Ichijo Mirai pushed open the door with his hand and looked at the house casually. He tilted his head slightly and pointed his ear in the direction of Onitsuka Hazo, indicating that he was listening.

This house is one-story, and the overall color is white. Some of the wild grass growing horizontally are flowers, which should be the original green plants in the yard. It can be inferred that when it was not abandoned, this place should be quite stylish.

There is an indescribable feeling of familiarity, like white sugar spreading into boiling water, slowly rising up.

But it did not affect Ichijo Mirai. He had no emotions such as melancholy, only some superficial familiarity, such as riding a tram at work, seeing the passing street scene outside the car, and realizing it belatedly. I have been here before, and then nothing happened again.

He pulled out the key and casually said to Onizuka Hazo, "Is that so? That's it."

Onitsuka Hazo stopped talking and watched quietly as Mirai Ichichi stopped at the door and looked at the villa. After a while, he said: "You go in, I will wait for you outside."

A future opens the door.

There was no path in the yard and it was all lush weeds. He could only step on the plants, walk straight to the door of the house, and use the key to open the door again.

This time it was even more difficult than opening the door.

Not only the door lock, but also the door seemed to have insufficient health. The moment he opened the door, Ichijo Mirai pushed it gently and heard an unpleasant "squeaking" sound, like fingernails scraping his ears. Cross the blackboard.

The wind came out, bringing out the smell inside the house.

Ichijo Mirai smelled it and found that it didn't smell too bad, and quickly found the reason: the window was open.

The window in the living room was open. It looked like it had not been closed for so many years. The surrounding area had been repeatedly soaked by snow and rain, leaving traces of it.

But the most obvious thing is the trace of wind.

The wind blew into the house through the windows, bringing dust from the yard, so the entire living room was almost covered with dust, and some grass actually grew in some corners.

When Onizuka Yazo said "there are not many traces at the scene", he meant not much in the literal sense. The room was empty. There was no furniture in the living room, not even a sofa or a coffee table. There was only dust, like an empty warehouse.

Next to the living room is the kitchen. The sink, faucet and fixed closet are retained, but everything else is gone.

The familiarity is gone.

Everything here is strange.

Ichijo Mirai glanced around a few times, closed the door, and walked into the kitchen. Standing at the sink, he looked back at the door, and finally found a familiar feeling that overlapped with the kitchen and living room in CG.

He swept away the thick layer of dust on the ground and the footprints he had left, and was quite speechless: How can he be more of a player than a player...

If all the things at the scene were moved away and disposed of by the police, it would be better than the players. At least Ichijo Mirai did not try to take away the furniture and appliances when he first broke into the house and robbed the house.

Just like locusts.

Maybe the police have their own reasons... Ichika Mirai glanced at his own footprints a few more times, recalling the CG scene, and swept the ground with the sole of his shoe, sweeping out a white line in the thick dust.

It is a human-shaped line used to circle the position of a corpse at a murder scene.

This is where ‘Officer Ichijo’ died.

From the exposed white line, a future roughly guessed the overall appearance of the white line and the appearance of the corpse. He took a few glances, walked out of the kitchen, re-entered the living room, and looked at the layout of the room.

This house has a layout of three bedrooms, one living room, and one bathroom. However, it was later changed. One of the rooms was converted into a study and studio. The bookshelves and desks inside were gone, and only the indentations on the floor under the dust were visible. There were heavy objects standing there.

There were two rows of scratches near the door, which seemed to be marks of measuring the child's height. Such scratches were also found in the living room.

The dust was filled with scratches, and the wall was repaired like a cultural relic. It was still a trace of the future that reached out and wiped it away, only to see the traces.

Just by looking at the traces, he could deduce without hesitation: The adults in this family should love children very much, pay attention to their growth, record the children's height, and draw a line next to them that is slightly taller and different in size. 'Expect growth' line within one centimeter.

Drawing a line like this makes the happiness of growth that you might originally enjoy for every centimeter of height become the happiness of growth that you can enjoy for every half centimeter or less of distance.

If the child grows taller, exceeds his original height, and reaches the expectation line, they may cheer and pick up the child, or pat his head with a smile on his face, and praise him with all kinds of happy words. And record the real height, and then mark the expected height, waiting for the next time to be happy.

After a few more glances, Mirai Ichijo exited the study, closed the study door, and entered the second room.

The second room is the master bedroom of the owner of the family. The bedroom is very large. There are also imprints on the floor. Above the large rectangular imprint, there is an imprint on the wall.

The imprint on the wall is square, and it looks like a painting or photo might have been hung there.

One future speculation is wedding photos.

He took a few glances and found no traces of the owner except dust and traces of furniture, so he exited again.

The third room is the bedroom.

Furniture traces on the bedroom floor include a rectangular bed, desk and bookshelf.

There are also traces left by the owners: graffiti.

Starting from the right hand side where the door will open in the future, to the window with traces of a large desk, large and small graffiti marks almost circle half the room.

The graffiti looks childish, but not so childish, because there are all kinds of guns, knives, daggers, threads, corpses, and some scattered patterns, such as fingerprints.

It turned out that the owner of the graffiti was the child of a police officer.

The patterns were lined up in two rows and circled half the room.

The graffiti on the bottom line is a bit clumsy. The end point near the door is okay, but at the starting point of the window, even the lines are shaky.

The line above is a clean line from beginning to end.

Occasionally, the doodler on the top row would cheat a little for the doodler on the bottom row and help draw the outline of some difficult pattern.

The graffiti is placed a little low.

Ichigo walked along the wall, without raising his hand, hanging at his side. He wiped the wall with his fingers and wiped out the two lines of graffiti from the dust.

He stood by the window and muttered a few words to himself, "I didn't expect that a police officer who looks so outstanding, admired by thousands of people, and has a human-like appearance would actually be a painting fool."

The artist who painted the above line of graffiti is a future artist.

The artist of the line of graffiti below is ‘Police Officer Ichijo’.

(End of this chapter)