anime fever

Ichiro's thoughts were all hopeless, under the inference of Ogata's almost perfect performance, his eyelids drooped, and the flickering light in his eyes revealed the anxiety and fluctuation in his heart. Under everyone's gaze, he slowly opened his mouth: "Yes, I killed the old guy."

"Ichiro!" Mariko watched her own son come to this point in pain. He never let himself worry about it since he was a child. He is a good boy in the eyes of his parents, whether it is academics or conduct.He studied fine arts, and he will be able to publish his works in the exhibition hall next year, becoming a well-known artist, but now he has become a murderer.

Qimoto Qiujiang said angrily: "It would be you, I really didn't expect it."

Ichiro clenched his fists tightly, looked coldly at the ridicule of the crowd, and said through gritted teeth: "Isn't the person I want to kill the person you all dream of wanting to die early?"

Hearing this, everyone's faces froze, and Ogata sighed. From the moment he boarded the cruise ship, he felt that the struggle of big families would corrupt people's hearts. He slowly said, "No matter what you killed someone for, , the result is that there is a price to be paid for it.”

Ichiro nodded with a dazed expression. He looked at his slender palms and smiled a little sadly: "These hands can no longer hold the brush, and that's the price I paid."

"Perhaps." Ogata did not answer him directly. The real price is the freedom that can never be stranded.

Mariko and her husband cried bitterly while holding Ichiro in their arms. Although the others didn't show it on their faces, their eyes revealed gloating.In their view, the death of Quanzang, the patriarch of the Banner family, and the loss of one person to fight for the family property is definitely the best ending.

"Thank you, Mr. Forensic Doctor." When Xu Fang came back to his senses, he found Xiao Wu holding Xia Jiang's hand and bowed to him.

Ogata was very calm, because he would not be ashamed, and smiled: "At first, I saw some scenes that I thought were cruel, but now that you are reconciled as before, I realize that this world is still beautiful."

His eyes fell on the tightly clasped hands. After experiencing this incident, it might be difficult to separate them.

......

The night was dark, the cruise ship sailed on the sea level back to Tokyo, the evening wind was blowing cool, Ogata added a coat, and sat with Xiaolan and the others in the lounge of the cabin.

"Cousin, is that Ichiro imprisoned in the warehouse of the cruise ship?" Xiaolan asked.

Ogata nodded slightly: "He is a murderer. In order to prevent him from causing danger to other people on the cruise ship, he should be detained. It is more appropriate for the police to deal with it when the cruise ship approaches the shore."

"That's right, it's very dangerous to leave a murderer wandering around on the boat." Mori Kogoro was a policeman, so he deeply agrees with Ogata's statement.

Conan asked a very interesting question at this time: "Brother Ogata, do you really know how to sketch?"

Ogata replied: "It is true that I have mastered the superficial techniques, but compared with that Ichiro, it should be much worse."

"However, my cousin is the first one who can use the sketches he understands to solve the case." Xiaolan remembered that everyone was surprised to hear Ogata's autopsy report, and felt that the blood in her body seemed to be a little hot.

Mori Kogoro and Conan were silent, one was drinking beer and the other was drinking fruit juice.

Ogata scratched his head in embarrassment, and said with a wry smile: "It's also thanks to Uncle Maori's assistance, and Conan's help in finding the crucial evidence."

Hearing this, Maori suddenly became energetic, and Conan stopped drinking endlessly with a straw in his mouth.

"But to be honest, what is the kid's motive for killing?" Mori Kogoro felt strange, but seeing Ichiro and his parents at the scene were excited, it was not easy to ask.

He looked at Ogata at this time, because he felt that at some point in time, this kid left an image in his heart of being thoughtful, smart, and good at dealing with others.

Ogata shook his head, he is not omnipotent, human emotions are the most difficult to figure out and infer, so why Ichiro kills people is also an unknown in his heart.

"Tomorrow morning, this ship will be approaching the coast of Tokyo, so we should rest early." Ogata glanced at his watch, it was already twelve o'clock, because of the murder just now, that's why they gathered here to chat.

Mori Kogoro agreed. He just took the opportunity to drink several cans of beer, his face was slightly flushed, and Conan was also listless, only Xiaolan's expression was not right.

"What's wrong?" Ogata noticed and asked Xiaolan.

Xiaolan shook her head, Ogata smiled silently.

The owner of the cruise ship, Hatakemoto's family, has already arranged accommodation for their family of outsiders. After all, they are the guests who help them solve the murder case, so the treatment has changed significantly compared to the unpopular treatment when they first boarded the ship.

Under the careful guidance of Butler Suzuki, Mori Kogoro and Conan went back to their rooms.

After seeing off the two of them, the old and the young, Ogata looked at Xiaolan again: "Come on, come back to the lounge with me and sit for a while, and tell me when you get sleepy."

"En." Xiaolan nodded quickly.

Ogata looked at his cousin, Mori Kogoro, carelessly. As a father, he may have overlooked the most basic feeling of his daughter, that is, she is a girl who just saw the dead body at the scene of the murder. , are girls who need to be taken care of in their hearts.

Back in the living room, I ordered two cups of coffee.

"Drink something hot, it's a bit cold on the boat." Ogata sipped the coffee that floated in the air, leaving a faint heat, and said to Xiaolan who was sitting opposite.

Xiaolan nodded obediently, and took a sip: "Cousin, I now understand why you chose forensic medicine in the first place."

"Let me guess, you want to talk about the sense of justice?" Ogata said with interest.

Xiaolan shook her head: "I think making inferences in front of so many people requires a lot of self-confidence and ability as a support, to make the murderer fearful, to make outsiders look powerful, and to make my cousin feel... very handsome."

"Did you remember that Kudo Shinichi?" Ogata smiled.

Xiaolan didn't answer him, and Ogata continued: "Don't worry, the person you love loves you too."

In fact, there are some things that Xiaolan can't express. As the time with her cousin grows, some concepts have become blurred. She doesn't know whether she is waiting for the detective who is confident in reasoning, or slowly falling in love with the same detective Feel the other person.

"Cousin, do you still not waver in liking her?" Xiaolan asked again, her eyes looking at Ogata.

Ogata looked towards his cousin Xiaolan, and replied softly: "It's just like some people talking about their dreams excitedly. When people talk about it, they will feel happy and full of smiles. I rely on Waiting for someone paranoidly with the good things you have experienced is to make the process full of expectations instead of suffering.”

"Oh." Xiaolan's reaction was unexpectedly flat.

While the two were chatting, suddenly there was a hysterical scream from the cruise ship, and Ogata's nerves tensed suddenly, and a ripple appeared in the coffee cup in his hand...

(Ask for a ticket, Big Eleven.)

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