Conan: The Mechanic

"You..." After hearing Ying's narration, the young man pinched the bridge of his nose. "I really have nothing to say..."

"I'm desperate too!" Ying threw the fruit knife back on the coffee table and pouted. "I definitely wouldn't if I had known in advance—wait a minute, if the socks are with you, the results are also with you? What's the result?"

"I can tell you the answer without the identification result." The young man handed the bag to Ying. "How could you be the daughter of that old pervert."

"Why wouldn't it be—" Ying took the bag, but suddenly reacted. "Wait a minute, do you know him?"

"I know him," the young man snorted coldly. "I didn't want to tell you what I wanted to tell you, but now that I see you like this, I have nothing to hide."

"Me too?" Ying raised her eyebrows. "Wait a minute, don't tell me—"

"Your mother was orphaned by a fire when she was about 12 years old, and then she became a little-known model, and then he met this old pervert at a show," the young man said. "Then... guess what happened next?"

"Wait a minute," Ying seemed to have guessed the answer, but didn't confirm it. "Aren't they legal husband and wife?"

"Of course not," the young man sneered. "Your mother is your full-time version."

"I thought she didn't have a job..." Ying said incredulously.

"Follow me," the young man motioned for Ying to follow him. "Let's go to the room where your mother used to live."

If the door of Ying's house is below, then Ying's mother's room (which is also the room used by the young people during the time when they lived here) is in the upper right corner. This is a large bedroom with a private bathroom, and when my mother lived here, I hung a lot of beautiful pendants - but these were put away after the young people moved in.

"Come with me and show you a secret." The young man came to the wardrobe and opened the door. "The secret of this house."

He put his hand on a wooden nut on the side wall of the closet and turned the screw in one direction.

In Yingying's horrified eyes, the back of the wardrobe was suddenly pulled halfway open like a sliding door, revealing a wooden door behind!

"What is this?" Ying asked in horror.

"The house over there was once wrapped up by that old pervert as a noon lounge. What do you think this is?" the young man said lightly. "Every morning after you go to school, she'll open the door here, waiting for that old pervert to come to her during her lunch break. She'll have plenty of time to change the sheets here and the old ones before you come back. put it in the washing machine, and then go take a bath."

"Then...why am I not his daughter?" Ying asked. "If that's the case, is there no reason?"

"I guess it has something to do with your mother's death." The young man shrugged. "You know, your mother was a not-so-well-behaved girl like you—in every sense of the word. So at the same time she was dating this old pervert, she was also dating a handsome actor who was also nothing. Famous guys are dating. Yes, I think your mind should be able to guess what I'm trying to say, that's it. Because that old **** is more greedy, he always put your mother on pills (short-acting contraceptives) , by taking it to increase estrogen, so that the body thinks that it is pregnant and switches the ovaries to a suspended state. I won't go into other details here, just say a little... This stuff is like Yu Ting's tireless emergency contraception. Medicine is not a concept at all.) But because even if you take medicine, there is a small probability that it will not work, so in the end your mother used this excuse to use you as a bargaining chip to show off the old pervert and force him to give it to your mother And you... two at least for a long-term meal ticket that lasts until she gets old."

"Tsk..." Although the young man said it very vaguely, Yingying reacted immediately. "Mother is really..."

"If you want to say something positive, don't say it." The young man glanced at her.

Ying blinked, then covered her mouth with two small hands, and looked at the young man obediently.

"I knew..." The young man sighed. "You and your mother are carved out of the same mold at this point... Authentic mother and daughter."

"But how did you know this?" Ying asked suddenly. "Wait a minute, allow me to offend, are you really a brother and not an uncle?"

"Uh..." The young man raised his forehead. "You... I'm certainly not your dad... Your lateral thinking is broad enough to be a detective."

"Then who are you?" Ying asked. "It's definitely not unrelated people who can know this."

"What shall I ask you to call me?" the young man asked.

"Oni-chan," Ying tilted her head. "But I don't buy it if you're an Oguisan."

"That's what I call you academically," the young man spread his hands. "I'm your mother's adopted son, so it's no problem for you to call me brother."

"Huh?" Ying blinked, then reached out and touched the young man's head. "You don't have a fever, do you?"

"I'm thirteen years younger than your mother, which means I'm twelve years older than you." The young man took Ying's hand away and said. "It's the child your mother met while filming in an orphanage when she first became famous. She was filming with me at the time, and later adopted me in the name of her landlord's family~www.readwn.com~ but all expenses She is still in charge. Even when I went to school, she wore makeup and pretended to be my mother to hold home-school meetings. In addition, the landlady's age is more like my grandmother, so I always regarded my wife as my grandmother. Grandma, think of your mother as your mother."

"So, you said that the cause of my mother's death has something to do with me not being his daughter?" Ying asked again. "My mother died in a car accident. Could the driver be related to the old man?"

"Your mother didn't die in a car accident," said the young man. "In addition to some of the car accident impact wounds on her body, the skull that was far away from the car accident impact area was also severely deformed. Although the forensics personnel at the time believed that it was due to the wound that fell to the ground after being hit by the car. , but I think it's more like an open wound from a headshot with a shotgun."

"How do you know?" Ying frowned. "What happened so long ago...why didn't you say it earlier if you knew?"

"Because I didn't have permission to get the information sealed by the Metropolitan Police Department before," the young man spread his hands. "But now I have permission to see the old files."

"What do you do?" Ying asked suspiciously.

"Police Department."