Conan's self-cultivation of fake wine

Chapter 593: The Instigator

After driving a little further, Tokubei Rokuro called out to stop the car, "Please stop the car here for now. You can only walk to the rest of the road."

Lu Ren had no objection.

After he got off the car, Maori and his group followed him into the jungle.

Their thoughts at this time were exactly the same as Lu Ren's earlier ones. A guy who claimed to be a murderer said that a murder happened here eleven years ago, and then the passenger he met on the road said that a child died in an accident here more than ten years ago.

If you say that these two events have nothing to do with each other and are just pure coincidence, most people would not believe it, let alone this group of suspicious detectives.

Walking on the overgrown forest path, stepping on branches and fallen leaves, Maori began to inquire about the details.

"Are you saying that a child died of drowning more than ten years ago?"

"Yes." Tokubi Rokuro said as they walked with him, "The child who drowned was named Numayama Tatsuhiko. I heard that he was washed into the reservoir downstream by the current."

"Is it an accident?"

"Yeah. The child was playing in the river during a heavy rain, and he was washed away just like that."

"If that's the case, it seems that you have a very good relationship with that child. It has been more than ten years, and you still insist on sweeping his grave." Lu Ren asked tentatively.

"I don't come here every year, I just come here occasionally when I'm free. But I do have a good relationship with that kid. He was a former student of mine, and he's a very kind, considerate kid who always thinks of others."

When talking about the past, Tokubei Rokuro could not hide his sadness. Even though more than ten years had passed, when he mentioned it again, everyone could still clearly see that his eyes were red.

There is no way to comfort her, and no way to comfort her.

So everyone became extremely silent for the rest of the journey, with only the "crunching" sound of dead branches under their feet.

After walking in silence for a few minutes, they suddenly heard the sound of rushing water. After walking out of the jungle, they had reached the riverbank.

It was a clear stream, where a man in yellow clothes was kneeling on one knee with his hands clasped together. He was large and looked like a young version of Dr. Agasa.

At this time, the fat boy in yellow was kneeling in front of a pile of stones with his eyes closed, as if praying.

Seeing someone get there first, Debei Liulang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and walked forward quickly, "Is it Huangyan?"

"Teacher Debei, it's me." Xiaopang looked up and saw who it was, and replied with a smile.

"Are you here to visit Numayama's grave as well?"

"Yeah." When Xiaopang mentioned this, he closed his eyes and bowed to the pile of stones in front of him, "Today is the anniversary of Chen Yan's death."

"But isn't this tomb a little too simple?"

Maori looked around for a moment and expressed everyone's thoughts.

The tomb in front of you is made entirely of flat stones of different sizes, piled up in order from small to large, and the overall structure is a pyramid.

To call this a cemetery is a bit too shabby.

"The real tomb is somewhere else." Tokubi Rokuro replied.

Xiaopang then explained: "This was made by Chen Yan's classmates when he passed away. There are no remains in it, only some of his personal belongings."

"But why are they piled here?" Maori asked.

Talking about this, the fat boy who had been smiling and naive before suddenly fell silent. After a while, he looked back at the river behind him and said, "Because he was washed away by this river and drowned. It was exactly eleven years ago today." Mao Lilan: "Eleven years ago? The murder case mentioned in the letter is indeed talking about this incident."

Xiaopang was puzzled, "A letter?"

Everyone was in no mood to explain his confusion for the time being, so it was Conan's turn to continue asking, "But how did you determine that he was washed away by this river? Wasn't the body found in the reservoir downstream?"

Xiaopang's attitude is very similar to Dr. Agasa. Even when facing children's questions, he does not show any impatience and explains the whole story in detail.

"Because his shoes were found in this river, stuck in the cracks of the rocks. The police concluded that it was possible that when Tatsuhiko was playing in the water, his feet got stuck by a rock and he couldn't move. It just so happened that the rain was getting heavier at that time, and he was finally washed away by the rushing river."

"But it's already December. Why would he go swimming at this time?" Maori rested his chin on his hand, puzzled. Although he didn't say it explicitly, he believed the murder mentioned in the letter to some extent.

This may have been a carefully crafted accident.

But the question is, who would have such a strong desire to kill an eight or nine-year-old child? Is it necessary?
Tokubei Rokuro agreed, "It's a bit strange. By the way, where did you find Tatsuhiko's shoes?"

"It should be on that side." Xiaopang stood up and walked towards the other side of the river, with Tokubei Rokuro following behind him.

The area where Xiaopang pointed to was a pile of large rocks protruding from the riverbed. In theory, as long as people were careful, they could step on these rocks and walk smoothly to the other side without getting their trousers wet.

Of course, there are always some small differences between practice and theory.

Xiaopang was still answering Conan's next question when he was choked by Tokubei Rokuro, who was unable to keep his balance, and thrown directly into the water.

This sudden change frightened everyone and they hurriedly ran forward, only to find that the water was actually very shallow, only reaching up to an adult's calf.

The two men were lying in the water, only soaked and looking a little embarrassed. As for the danger to their lives, that was totally non-existent.

After Debei Rokuro apologized, the two of them climbed ashore, squatted on the ground, opened their backpacks, and began to check one by one to see if the items in the bags were wet.

Xiaopang was luckier. His plastic bag was waterproof and the items inside were basically not wet.

Compared to him, the initiator of the drowning accident, Tokubei Rokuro, was undoubtedly much luckier. He was carrying a cloth bag, and except for the small plastic bottle of paint, everything else was soaked.

In particular, the sketchbook he used for sketching was so wet that every page stuck together.

Debei Liulang's expression was unable to hide his bitterness, but since the incident was caused by him, he couldn't find anyone to blame and vent his anger on, so he could only lower his head and continue to count the remaining items.

"Hey! What are you guys doing?!"

At this moment, an angry, strong male voice sounded behind them.

Everyone turned around and saw a bald middle-aged man walking towards them quickly.

This person stood in front of the teachers and students who looked like drowned rats, and asked, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Xiao Pang seemed to be frightened by the ferocious bald man. He took a few steps back and explained hurriedly, "Uncle, I'm Chen Yan's friend. I came here today to visit his grave."

"Sweeping the graves?" Upon hearing this, the bald man became even angrier. He turned around, looked at the pile of stones, ran forward a few steps, and kicked it into pieces.

Kicking the grave, this act of desecration of the dead caught everyone off guard.

"What kind of tomb-sweeping is this? Listen carefully, my son died eleven years ago."

After saying that, he turned and walked away.