The Advent of the Infinite King

"If you say that..."

Hearing what Xie Chen said, Kogoro Moori suddenly realized, "It's impossible for a person who is likely to be killed immediately to restore the pen to its original state."

Mu Mu Shisan fiddled with the ballpoint pen in his hand and said: "Then, was this ballpoint pen replaced by the prisoner later? At that time, he put down the pen tip without taking it out due to carelessness."

"So, the person who has a ballpoint pen that can't write should be the prisoner." Mori Kogoro looked at Director Ochiai, and said slowly: "That is Director Ochiai, the prisoner is you, isn't it?"

Director Ochiai remained silent, and Mori Kogoro continued: "Then, can I ask you a question, when the murder happened around [-]:[-], did you have an alibi?"

Chapter 27 Deeply Hate Pain

"The curator...the curator."

"At that time, I was waiting to meet someone." Curator Ochiai said slowly, "It was with a demon whose soul has fallen. I think he is hopeless."

His tone was calm, and his face remained unmoved. Xie Chen couldn't feel any malice from it, and couldn't feel that it was a crime. It was as if some kind of ceremony was being held, and it was very quiet.

"I hid in the armor, and what happened next was just like what you said, Mr. Detective."

Mori Kogoro said: "However, why the video at that time was successfully shot."

Curator Ochiai shook his head, and then slowly said: "It's not a coincidence, for example, the timing of letting Boss Manaka find a gap, jumping in front of him, the location of the stickers, and the place to put the pen are all calculated. of."

Speaking of this, he seemed to smile slightly, and then said: "Because I have practiced here several times."

"The security guard saw the walking armor in the middle of the night, is that you?"

Under the almost sad gazes of the crowd, Director Ochiai raised his head slightly, and said with a smile: "Perhaps you will think it's stupid, all of this is done to get rid of Boss Manaka."

The old voice passed by the ears of everyone in the room, and everyone looked at him silently, silent.

"Because he is too selfish and wants to destroy this sacred art gallery, so I want to get rid of that demon. He will never want to take away the precious art works like my own children from my hands."

Curator Ochiai shifted his gaze to Kubota who was standing aside, "There is also Kubota who sells works casually, I will punish you too."

After a while, Mori Kogoro stared at him and said slowly: "Curator Ochiai, this is different from painting, you yourself have been condemned by God."

"No, it's not." Curator Ochiai said, "It's the same as that painting. Although the devil was killed by the knight of justice, the knight was also baptized by the blood of evil, which means that he himself was also baptized by the evil blood. Polluted by demons."

Speaking of this, he paused for a while, as if he believed in something, raised his head slightly and continued: "No matter what, I am a murderer, and now I have also become the incarnation of a devil."

While speaking, he glanced at Xie Chen from the corner of his eye, and said with a smile: "Those evidences cannot escape the innocent and small eye of justice."

Mori Kogoro asked suspiciously: "The small eye of justice?"

"Little friend." Curator Ochiai bent down to look at Xie Chen with his hands behind his back, "You don't need to go to the toilet anymore."

Xie Chen frowned lightly, then showed a faint smile, and after a while, that smile gradually spread out.Director Ochiai also let out a hearty laugh.

The murder paid for his life, and then Director Ochiai was taken to the police station, and Xie Chen followed Mao Lilan back to the Maoli Detective Agency.

After dinner, Xie Chen lay on the bed and closed his eyes. He began to regret that he exposed the truth of the matter. From a moral point of view, Boss Ochiai did nothing wrong, he just took the most direct means of resistance.

When it comes to killing people to pay for their lives, Xie Chen suddenly felt a little ridiculous. He probably killed as many people as anyone else.

He even hated himself a little bit, hating him from the bottom of his heart.The world is full of death, unbearable, inexplicable death.

People came in through the entrance and left through the exit, and those who left never returned. Xie Chen looked at his hands, which were also covered with the smell of blood, which couldn't be washed off no matter how much he washed.

When school started on Monday, Xie Chen came to school on time.

On the school playground, Yoshida Ayumi said: "That art gallery will continue to open."

"En." Xie Chen nodded and said, "It is said that after that incident, the citizens gathered together to show their support."

Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko said: "But this is a good thing, because it is one of the few cultural facilities in this city."

"Forget it, I'm not interested." Kojima Motota said with some dissatisfaction.

"I'm not interested in anything, Yuantai."

"Last time, Xie Chen and Uncle Mao Li became too prominent, so it wasn't our turn to play."

"No, that's..."

"That's right." Yoshida Ayumi suddenly said excitedly: "I heard that the human bone specimens will move in the school at midnight, do you know?"

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya said: "I know, the director saw it right, but I don't know the truth yet."

"Okay!" Kojima Motota said loudly, "It's time for our young detective team to make an appearance. Tonight, sneak into the school."

"Hey, wait a minute..." Looking at the three children who ran out, Xie Chen said helplessly.

"Xie Chen, you have to come together, don't forget."

"Please forgive me..."

Xie Chen originally thought it was just a few kids messing around, but he didn't expect that during class, Kojima Motota, who was sitting behind him, whispered into his ear, and said it vividly.

"You said this school is cursed?" Xie Chen said listlessly.

"That's right, this is not a casual talk, and now the school is spreading rumors about it."

"I think they are all lying to children."

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya, who was sitting next to Xie Chen, also intervened, and said very firmly: "This is not the kind of legend that deceives children. It happened that morning a week ago, after a student entered the art teacher. things."

Speaking of this, Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko seemed to be frightened, and his face was drained of blood, "That student likes the big portrait in the art teacher very much, so he goes to see it every morning."