Conan's first love is a profiler

Chapter 118

Soon after, Qinghai Chuantang woke up.

Very roughly, he pulled out the inserted infusion needle.

"you're awake."

Qinghai Chuantang paused.

She turned to look at the man, her expression suddenly became speechless: "You are really everywhere."

What I originally wanted to say, the caring words, instantly turned into "Are you against me?"

After finishing speaking, Conan couldn't help being taken aback.

Strictly speaking, the other party may really have a relationship with him, and he has a deep blood feud.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle.

Fortunately, Mai Kirishima was not there at this time, so he didn't know what happened here and what was going to happen.

She was originally an outsider.

Qinghai Chuantang also didn't like to implicate some innocent people.

He said with a blank face: "Is there any hatred, don't you know in your heart?"

"However, it doesn't count as enmity with you."

Conan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"By the way," Conan asked as if remembering something, "What did Malt say to you before that made you have such a big reaction?"

Obviously, he has always acted like a strong person.

But in an instant, his eyes were slack, full of fragility and helplessness.

"Remember the story I told you earlier?"

Conan nodded.

"That's not a story, it's a fact. However, only half of it is true. As for which ones are true and which ones are false, it's up to you to distinguish."

Qinghai Chuantang walked to the window and looked out at the courtyard.

The old man wants to cuddle with the old man, the child plays with the child, and the husband and wife support each other.

The whole world seems to be in pairs, only she is alone.

"A precious person is killed suddenly, but I don't even know the reason. You can't understand the pain."

It was rare for Conan to choose silence without refuting.

Harmonious parents, superior family background, childhood sweethearts, and other people's admiration and trust can be called an ideal life.

"Forgetting is impossible. Until the right answer is found, it will be forever asking why."

"The thoughts of the living and the dead will never stop."

Qinghai Chuantang turned around and looked at Conan.

"When Chuitong passed away, I felt as if the world had come to an end, and time would not move forward."

Conan was stunned for a while before finally reacting.

"Blowing child, is that child's name?"

Although he had never met him, Conan felt that he must be a very cute and lively little boy.

"Yes."

Qinghai Chuantang smiled lightly, "Actually, you are just a child."

Conversation, stop here.

She didn't want to answer any more, and he knew that it was not the time to continue asking.

Because, Mai Kirishima has returned and brought a warm meal.

"I'm not hungry, you eat."

After packing her things, she was ready to leave.

Before leaving, he left a word.

"I'm going to the United States. If there is nothing important, don't contact me."

Conan took out his phone and looked at the date on the top of the screen, finally knowing what a special day tomorrow is.

A year ago, he and Xiaolan rescued the silver-haired murderer.

On the same day, Qinghai Chuantang lost his child.

This move of hers deepened Conan's trust in the truth of this matter.

The words spoken, the demeanor and the feelings at that time cannot be deceived.

Many things can be disguised, including feelings.

But the feelings that can hit people's hearts directly, the feelings that make people feel her sadness as soon as they see it, can't be faked.

That's true, it's true.

In the terminal building of Narita Airport, with the help of friends on the road, I successfully booked the ticket for the last flight of today.

It takes off at 11:9 p.m. and is expected to arrive at JFK Airport in New York at 55:[-].

She didn't bring any luggage, after all, she just left in a hurry and then came back in a hurry.

The only companion is the book "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance" in hand to pass the long waiting time.

A woman wearing a sun hat and sunglasses sat next to him.

If you are traveling to Hawaii, this outfit may be perfect.

After boarding the plane at the right time, the other party just happened to sit next to him.

"Hello, ma'am. You are sitting at the emergency exit of the plane"

Faced with this situation, Qinghai Chuantang said very calmly: "I know, 160 million yen was pulled last time."

After hearing this, the woman beside her smiled, as if she found it interesting.

Qinghai Chuantang closed his eyes and waited for the plane to drive smoothly before opening the visor and looking out the window.

It can also be regarded as a way to kill time, such as counting how many clouds there are.

Along the way, the women were quiet, looking at the magazine in their hands.

Suddenly lost interest in watching the cloud.

She didn't open her eyes until the plane stabilized.

Along the way, she did not fall asleep.

Just close your eyes, keep your head empty, and don't think about anything.

"I knew you were coming, so I prepared in advance."

The manager of the flower shop handed her a bouquet of dandelions, which she carefully covered with a transparent bag.

"Thank you."

He and the store manager are old acquaintances, and he told her a long time ago that he will be here today.

Not long after Qinghai Chuantang took her away, the woman also went to the flower shop.

In fluent English, he had a conversation with the store manager.

"Give me a bouquet of white roses, thank you."

The two walked one after the other, as if they were going to the same place.

Even, to meet the same person.

But to be precise, all I saw were tombstones.

Someone came a step ahead of them and placed a bouquet of white daisies in front of the monument.

Gently put down the dandelion, then closed my eyes, put my hands together, and prayed silently.

The two were relatively silent.

After a long time, Qinghai Chuantang finally opened his eyes.

"What are you doing here?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, it was such a direct and sharp question.

"I'm sorry about blowing children. But what happened back then was indeed not my fault."

"Does Belmode need to explain anything?"

"I just don't want charges that don't belong to me to be imposed on me."

Qinghai Chuantang stood up and looked at her.

"Fingerprints and DNA have been compared with yours."

"Perhaps someone did it on purpose?"

The meaning is that it is obvious that Belmode is referring to someone who wants to frame himself.

Qinghai Chuantang spoke, but turned around, looked at the tombstone, and lowered his head.

After a while, he slowly opened his mouth and said, "I don't know."

"Don't know, or don't want to know?"

She didn't answer the other party's question, but asked, "Is Gin also involved?"

Belmod froze for a moment.

Nodding his head, he replied, "Yes."

"When I was in a certain company before, the Gin wine I met wasn't actually him, right?" Qinghai Chuantang continued to ask.

Belmode hesitated.

To be honest, the other party's excellent acting skills are enough to make her think that he is Gin Jiu himself.

However, why can the person in front of him be recognized at a glance?

Just like how I have disguised myself countless times, I can always find flaws.

"How did you know?"

With curiosity, she finally asked out the doubts that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time.

Qinghai Chuantang smiled, "The height gap between him and Qin Jiu is really huge, and it will look unnatural if he grows taller. Moreover, if it was Qin Jiu, he wouldn't talk so much."

"That person is 'Mat', right?"

Her tone was positive.

Belmode readily admitted.

Since the other party already knows the correct answer, why should I use some inconspicuous lies to cover it up?
"Next, it's my turn to ask questions."

Belmode looked at her and asked very seriously: "Blowing child, whose child is it?"

She has piercing eyes, but she can't tell that Chuitong is half similar to the person in front of her.

"Although in a sense, he is indeed my child. But when did I say that he is my flesh and blood?"

"kindness?"

Could it be that it is not his own?
Belmode guessed in his heart.

"Blow him up."

Qinghai Chuantang raised his head slightly, looking at the green hills in the distance.

At this time, the raindrops just fell on her face.

"It's my hope of living."

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and it is getting denser and denser.

Where Belmod stood, there happened to be a big tree.

The foliage was lush and dense enough, and with the help of the sun hat, it didn't take much of a hit.

On the contrary, Qinghai Chuantang looked like a drowned rat.

It looks a little pitiful.

"When Chuitong passed away, I felt that the world ended and time would not move forward. But the time spent with Chuitong is here."

As she said that, she put the fist of her right hand at the position of her heart.

"In the future, I will live with Chuitong as well."

The rain gradually became lighter, and it seemed that the heavens were moved by her feelings.

"if."

Belmode looked at her and said something unclear: "If Chuitong is still alive, what would you do?"

"Take him away, to an unorganized place."

She answered the other party's words without hesitation, as if the answer had been rehearsed thousands of times in her heart.

Belmode couldn't help laughing.

"Obviously in the beginning, you took the initiative to 'hook up' with the organization."

"I just showed off my ability in profiling, so I was able to be favored by the organization. Because I know that the organization has always cherished talents."

Could it be that she was asked to touch Ciqin's car, then cried, made trouble and hanged herself, threatening him to let her join the organization?

I'm afraid that at that time, the first thing to greet her is the bullet.

"In that case, why did you leave again?"

"Aren't you always thinking about leaving?"

Qinghai Chuantang looked at her and asked back.

In the end, neither of them answered the other's question.

After a long time, Belmode sighed slightly.

"I have reasons why I have to stay and why I have to leave."

It sounds like a contradictory statement.

"Me too."

I stayed in the organization at the beginning to use the organization to forge my identity and destroy some files and confidential materials related to myself.

After all, some things don't work on the bright side.

The reason for leaving was naturally because of the incompatibility of the Feng Shui magnetic field.

How to choose between light and darkness?

"Now, what are your options?"

After finishing speaking, Belmode whispered her nickname: Wuye.

It seems to be back to the time when we could call each other "Babe" with a smile.

"I choose to be that delicate gray in the world."

Qinghai Chuantang smiled and answered the other party's question.

However, Belmode understood what he really wanted to express.

"That's called, being wise and safe?"

"clever."

(End of this chapter)