Conan's first love is a profiler

Chapter 119 Don't Trust Her

To become a profiler, the most important thing is not to memorize complex terms, and how keen observation and insight you have.

It's about learning and mastering psychology.

Therefore, an excellent profiler is very deceptive.

It's like being a good actor, letting you fall into the play without realizing it.

Or they knew it was a play, but jumped into it, not caring whether it was a moth to a flame.

"time to go."

Every time I go there, it's always in such a hurry.

I didn't choose a hotel, so I just waited in the terminal.

But fortunately, she was not stupid enough to try to dry the wet clothes with the temperature of the human body.

"By the way," Qinghai Chuantang seemed to think of something suddenly, "Do you know that hot spring? It is said that it can make people rejuvenate."

"Bourbon has investigated it. It's just a childish trick deliberately played by the family for business."

The mother and daughter were already similar, so even if their identities and names were exchanged, no one would notice anything.

No wonder, she looked like she was in her thirties, because she was already in that age group.

"Could it be that you are very interested?"

How incredible it sounds to stay youthful and rejuvenate, and it was once the dream of many people.

But after a person has experienced it, he will feel that everything is better to let nature take its course.

Watching the people around me age one after another, only myself seems to be stopped by time, and it is easy to be regarded as a monster by others.

Qinghai Chuantang shook his head.

"In this world, half a year is equal to 24 years, that is to say, one month is equal to four years. The time is too long, and if you live forever, it will be endless torture."

Although the first half of the sentence sounds a little incomprehensible.

But Belmode deeply agreed with the second half of the sentence.

"So, I wanted to find a spell that would undo the 'time stop magic'."

"If you can find 'Koizumi Hongzi', there may be a chance."

After all, she is a real witch.

"Koizumi Hongzi?"

"That's right, you won't be able to find it if you look for it directly."

Qinghai Chuantang suddenly remembered that "Detective Conan" and "Magic Kaito" are two different worlds.

So, she came up with an idea: "You catch Kaitou Kidd, then threaten him, and summon Koizumi Hongzi, maybe you can meet him."

In order to prevent the instability caused by the appearance of the witch, there may be world rules to suppress the magic of the witch.

After all, that is the existence that can directly destroy the organization.

"Summoning?" Belmode chuckled, "Do you think there is magic in this world?"

You see, she knew that the other party would not believe it.

"As long as you have seen someone who can dismantle Gundams with bare hands, it's actually not a big deal."

But the possibility that Kyogoku would really meet Belmode is infinitely close to zero.

How to convince the other party that there are actually witches in this world has become a big problem that Qinghai Chuantang is now facing.

After thinking about it, she asked, "Who is the best car driver in the organization now?"

"What car skills are you referring to?"

Qinghai Chuantang began to reflect on himself, and Belmode was misled at any time.

"If you're talking about drag racing skills, it should be Bourbon." Belmode continued.

This made her secretly relieved, but luckily the other party is normal.

After coughing lightly to cover up his embarrassment, Qinghai Chuantang said, "Since this is the case, why don't you have time, let him take you to experience what it means to enjoy silky smoothness like Dove on the side of the train."

"You don't know, what racing game you play recently, you can't tell the truth from reality?"

If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, maybe the other party would still test whether she had a fever.

Obviously, people who have not personally experienced or actually watched it will not believe in many things.

Just like I didn't believe it at first, there are really people in this world who are brought into a fictional world.

"In this world, there are many worlds that science cannot explain."

After leaving such an unclear sentence, Qinghai Chuantang didn't say anything more.

Of course, Belmode didn't ask too much, after all, she didn't have any excessive thirst for knowledge.

So far, it's the best.

When the plane stopped at Narita Airport, the two came to the airport exit together.

"The next time I see you, maybe it's the enemy."

"me too."

After watching the other party take a taxi to leave, she took out her mobile phone and dialed the number of Almighty Xiaohei.

When she finished talking about the incident she entrusted, the other party almost jumped to the ceiling.

"I won't do such a wicked thing as digging a grave. Don't they all say that the dead rest in peace? Why bother a dead soul?"

"I don't want to either, if I can."

It was just Belmode's words that made her quite concerned.

"All right, all right, I understand. There's no way, who told me to be almighty little black? After that happens."

Hey laughter came from the opposite side.

"Ginza's summer-limited glutinous rice dumpling, topped with crispy purple mochi."

Hearing this, Xiao Hei quickly wiped away the non-existent saliva.

"make a deal!"

Two days later, Qinghai Chuantang received a call back from Xiao Hei, who was about to reveal the truth.

"Sister, what you told me is not good. I was almost chased and killed. Fortunately, I was smart and sent the things to several different institutions and entrusted them to conduct secret tests."

Of the five institutions, three were bought and one lost their data.

"So, what was the result?"

She didn't have that much patience to listen to his wonderful deeds of saving herself from danger.

A familiar "hey" sound came from the opposite side, like a wretched pervert with malicious intentions.

"The results show that the extracted DNA sample is completely inconsistent with the one you entrusted to me."

"Sister, you can thank me well this time."

After being silent for a while, seeing that she didn't answer, Xiao Hei called out, "Hey, Eldest Sister? Eldest Sister? Why aren't you talking? Could something be wrong?"

After a while, Qinghai Chuantang seemed to finally come to his senses.

"I'm fine, let's do this first."

After finishing speaking, before waiting for the other party's answer, he hung up the phone first.

If what Xiao Hei said was true, then who was the corpse she saw and buried with her own hands?
Did someone replace Chuitong's death, or did someone deliberately find a prop in an attempt to deceive her?
And she really believed it was true.

Of course, there is another possibility.

That is, everything that happened was carefully laid out and planned by someone.

Even Belmode's appearance and what she said were prepared in advance.

For a professional actor, it is not difficult to deceive a layman like her.

"At that time, why didn't you think about identifying it?"

She scratched her hair a few times in distress.

Some abilities don't appear unfamiliar after being used for a long time, but they almost forget their existence.

"But at least it can give me a little motivation."

Raising his head, his eyes became much firmer.

There is nothing in particular that I want, and sometimes even going home becomes a matter of going with the flow.

Perhaps it was too much to let things take their course, which made her feel that many things became unimportant.

Solving cases and finding the truth has become a habit for her to pass the time and experience new things.

Although occasionally, I will be moved by some of them.

For example, the girl who is about to become a policeman, and the boy who died innocently.

"AOI means 'Kwai' in French."

So from the very beginning, it was known who helped cover up the crime, and who sent poisoned food to prevent the truth from being told.

"And AOI is used in the name, and it is also 'Kui'. However, AOI also means 'green'."

Qinghai Chuantang stood up, found a bottle of Marsala in the kitchen, and poured it into a glass.

If ruby ​​masala, is her preference.

"However, Qing does not mean 'Qinghai Chuantang'. So...it really is you, AOI."

Aoi, Akagawa Aoi.

Even the name of his cake shop is so eye-catching.

"If after the dessert contest, you deliberately set a trap, then should I be that ignorant lamb?"

Qinghai Chuantang smiled and raised his wine glass.

On the opposite side of the table, the figure of Aoi Akagawa appeared.

He was also smiling, as if telling her: Since you know it's a trap, shouldn't you jump into it more decisively?
She blinked, and the figure disappeared immediately, everything was just her illusion.

"Follow the plan, or follow the vine."

People who want to catch the organization are like the police catching pickpockets, it is the same reason.

Can only catch current ones.

After putting down the wine glass lightly, she sent Conan a message.

"There is a very interesting news about the organization, do you want to know?"

The other party did not reply "yes" decisively, but hesitated for a while.

"Could it be, is there some conspiracy in it?"

After all, it's not like her style to be so proactive and want to share information.

Seeing this news, Qinghai Chuantang smiled angrily.

"Enemies often disguise themselves as companions."

Aoi Akagawa is not a companion, but a stranger whom she has met several times.

And the real enemy is often hidden in the interpersonal relationship with oneself.

"What do you mean?"

A reply came soon, followed by a series of question marks, which directly expressed the other party's inner emotions at this time.

Qinghai Chuantang made a fool of himself.

"Think about it yourself."

Trust is a precious thing.

The feeling of being betrayed by someone you trust is really indescribable.

Conan, who is at Dr. Ali's house, is thinking about it.

Finally, he tentatively asked: "Are there organized people around me?"

"No, it's not an organization. It's a more terrifying existence than an organization."

"Could it be that monsters are going to invade the earth?"

Qinghai Chuantang did not expect that Conan actually had a sense of humor, such a rare thing.

"Are you watching too much Ultraman?"

After a pause, he sent another message: "In short, if you don't trust her, everything will be fine."

But this time, it was rare, and Conan didn't send a reply for a long time.

It's also rare that after a whole day, the next article is ushered in.

Maybe Conan already understood, or maybe he didn't understand anything.

But for now, trust or not, it will not cause any harm to him, this is the most important thing.

This was Qinghai Chuantang's inner thoughts after a lapse of a day.

In fact, Conan met the case by chance because he was in a hot spring with the Mori family, and then it was a coincidence that he forgot to reply to the letter because he was busy reasoning.

When he thought about it, he seemed to have something unfinished, but the text message had disappeared.

After 12 hours, the text messages are automatically destroyed, which is one of the black technologies of her phone.

"No, I remember that there was a text message? It's really strange. Could it be that there are ghosts who steal text messages?"

Conan in the Mori office scratched his head, puzzled.

"Could it be that you have used your brain too much recently, and your memory has started to deviate?"

Conan, who was thinking like this, happened to meet a salesman who came to sell.

Just when he was about to tell the other party that he didn't need it, the salesperson smiled, revealing two gold inlaid front teeth.

"Children, you need to drink six more walnuts if you use your brain frequently!"

This remark is right in my arms.

Without the slightest hesitation, Conan took out his wallet.

"Let's get a truck first."

(End of this chapter)