Conan's first love is a profiler

Chapter 190 Karma and Retribution (Karma)

Qinghai Chuantang, who read "Young Master" by chance, had a whim.

I want to go to Matsuyama in Shikoku and visit the footprints of Natsume Soseki, Masaoka Shiki, and Taneda Santoka.

If you go to Songshan, you must also have a nephew.

Uchiko is a small town with a lot of history, full of the classic taste of the Edo period.There are classical theaters with Heshi candles and Uchiko seats, and it is a very famous ancient street.

So, came such a trip, just go and go.

"Crack-"

Standing on the cruise ship, the moment the shutter is pressed, the scenery is frozen and preserved forever.

At this time, Qinghai Chuantang suddenly noticed a woman dressed as a lady.

The white gauze hat covered most of her face, but only by virtue of the outline, one could imagine the hidden beauty.

That maple-like lip color made her even more mature and elegant.

For a while, Qinghai Chuantang was stunned.

Humans are visual animals.

Love beauty, be addicted to beauty, fall into beauty.

As if aware of her gaze, the woman raised her head slightly and looked at her.

It was indeed a face that could be called the all-powerful face, but it was a bit cold and arrogant.

The woman glanced at her, turned around and left, maybe she thought she was some kind of pervert.

"Awaited."

As the saying goes: The sky is big and the earth is big, and eating is the biggest.

Of course, after coming to Songshan, they found a place to fill their stomachs.

After taking a sip, the taste is really delicious, worthy of its appearance.

Suddenly, Qinghai Chuantang felt an inexplicable gaze, as if something was staring at him.

So she turned her head to look at the bamboo curtain on the right, and found a slightly familiar face——

It was the lady.

I don't know if it was because of Qinghai Chuantang, the woman got up suddenly, picked up her bag and hat and left the shop.

Also accidentally smashed the glass on the table.

After the woman left, she drove to an unoccupied driveway and stopped, using the long bridge to walk to the other side.

Her pace was slightly faster, and she looked a little flustered.

the next day.

A white gauze hat, like fallen leaves accidentally dropped on the river, drifted along the water.

Police arrived and lifted a woman in a white dress from the river.

She opened her eyes, as if questioning.

The lips had turned white and lost their blood color due to being soaked in water for a long time.

There are still obvious marks on the neck, which seems to have been strangled.

From the documents found in the deceased's bag, we learned her basic information.

Kyodo Rino, whose address is in Hiroshima.

"Around 06:30 this morning, in Odagawa, Isozaki Town, Kita County, a woman's body drifted down the river. She was found by a nearby resident and immediately informed the police. The neck of the body showed signs of being strangled."

Qinghai Chuantang, who was eating, suddenly stopped, staring at the picture of the woman on TV.

Is that noble lady actually dead?
Because this is the person who met by chance, so the death of the other party will not cause Qinghai Chuantang's emotional fluctuations too much.

I just feel sorry for the sudden passing of such a young and beautiful woman.

After leaving the hotel, Qinghai Chuantang took his camera and went to Uchiko Town in Ehime Prefecture.

At the entrance of a store, there are handmade oil paper umbrellas, some of which are painted with cherry blossom patterns.

Go straight down the road until you come to a fork in the road.

Taking out the camera, I was about to take advantage of the sunshine and press the shutter.

A woman riding a bicycle seemed to have no time to brake suddenly, so she had to quickly turn her bicycle aside and jumped off the car.

The bicycle fell to the ground and accidentally hit the woman's ankle.

"Sorry sorry."

"are you OK?"

After finishing speaking, Qinghai Chuantang froze for a moment when the other party turned his head to look at him.

The woman is wearing a white dress, but not like the previous lady.

More like a woman like a white daisy.

There is a feeling of a sister next door, which makes people unable to resist the desire to protect.

I finally came back to my senses.

Qinghai Chuantang hurried over and picked up the fallen carnation.

"I'll still come."

The woman tidied up the flowers in a few moments, then smiled apologetically at her and said, "I'm in a hurry, sorry."

"It's okay." With that said, Qinghai Chuantang helped up the bicycle on the ground.

The woman's name is Samuda Himeko.

After hearing that Qinghai Chuantang was planning to visit the Neikozuo, he asked her to accompany him.

Uchiko is a very old little theater.

There is a sign outside, it looks like there is some kind of event.

"There is a sentence meeting held by colleagues from the Hairen Taneda Yamatoka Memorial Association." Samuda Himeko introduced.

The signature on the paper is Qingshan Society.

"Is it taken from Shantouhuo, the 'green hill' in the sentence 'Pull the weeds and walk again and again, this body is still in the green hills'?"

The familiar child's voice made Qinghai Chuantang's body tremble, and his body became much stiffer.

When she turned her head slowly, followed the prestige, she saw the little boy who was smiling innocently towards her.

Qinghai Chuantang only felt that this must be a ghost urging him to die, or revenge for taking away the secret treasure.

In addition to Conan, Sonoko and Xiaolan also followed.

Either Yuanzi invited Xiaolan to play together, and then that kid Conan insisted on following along; or Xiaolan Ouhuang cheated and won some kind of travel award.

She no longer wanted to ask why the other party came to her.

"Yeah, that's right."

Smuta Himeko smiled, leaned over to look at him and said, "I didn't expect you to know so much at such a young age."

Conan smiled, scratched his head, and said with some embarrassment: "I saw these on TV."

The rustling of the wind knocks the morning bell and the evening bell; suddenly there is a sound of the bamboo hat, but the camellia is falling.
These free-tempered verses that get rid of the five-seven-five formula sound beautiful.

In the theater, many people were already seated.

There were also three people sitting on the stage, and they were the judges of Matsuyama Hao Haiku.

Sitting right in the middle is the chairperson of the Aoyama Club, Masaki Samuda, who is also Himeko's grandfather.

"Then please take a seat here."

After sitting down, Ji Zi handed over a pen and paper, smiled and said, "This is the answer sheet. Any sentence is fine, please appreciate it, thank you very much."

Haiku?

Qinghai Chuantang frowned, realizing that this matter was not simple.

"Ah, miss." A man with a folding fan in his hand and a [-]-point hairstyle called out to Ji Zi.

"Mr. Miyagi, thank you for your hard work."

"Oh my god," Toshiyuki Miyagi came over and joked to Ji Zi, "Yesterday and today are so beautiful, President Muroyama might not be able to hold back."

On the right side of Masaki Smuta on the stage, a man who was writing something in a small notebook was Shinji Muroyama.

He is a cadre of Aoyama Club and the president of the shipyard.

Not only in Matsuyama, but also in Okayama, Kobe, and Imabari.

"And recently, something more gratifying happened." After finishing speaking, Miyagi Toshiyuki laughed a few times, looking a little malicious.

"A gratifying thing?"

"Isn't that right, miss?" Gong Mu Minzhi looked at her with a smile.

"do not talk."

It seems to be a little angry.

Meanwhile, a police car pulls up somewhere.

Surrounded by a cordon in front is a small red car.

"That's right, this is Kyoto Rino's car."

"In other words, there may be a crime scene nearby." Mizujiu said, walking over to check the items in the car.

Among them, a printed booklet was found with the words "Qingshan" printed on it.

"Haiku"

Seeing that it was useless, Mizujiu put down the booklet and began to search for other places.

In the evening, it is finally time to announce the outstanding works.

Muroyama Shinji said something to Samuda Masaki, then got up and left.

Shortly after he left, the lights in the arena suddenly went out.

The originally quiet people suddenly became a little restless.

When the lights finally come on, the previous atmosphere is restored.

"what--"

On the court, Masaaki Samuda grabbed his collar, stood up, and made a painful and hoarse voice.

Then he fell to the ground, causing screams from around.

"Mr. Smuta!"

"grandfather!"

Several people hurried over and called, but they didn't get any response.

"Come and call an ambulance!"

On the back of Masaaki Samuda's left hand, there was a mark that looked like a needle prick, and there were small blood spots.

There is a slightly larger gap in the wooden floor beside it.

"It's poison."

Qinghai Chuantang accidentally spoke his mind.

the next day.

When Qinghai Chuantang was reading the morning newspaper in the lounge, someone suddenly followed her.

"Excuse me, is this Miss Qinghai Chuantang?"

"What's the matter?" Qinghai Chuantang turned to look at him.

Yonezuhisa showed his ID and said, "I'm from the Matsuyama Police Station. You seem to know about Kyoto Rino, right?"

"Kyoto Rino?"

After hearing this, Qinghai Chuantang thought for a while and said, "Is it the murdered woman who was found in Odagawa yesterday?"

"Oh? I didn't expect to confess so easily. Then it's easy to say, can you go to the police station with me and explain it slowly?"

After hearing this, Qinghai Chuantang felt a little funny: "Could it be, you think I killed her?"

Mizujiu snorted softly and said, "Want to quibble? Let's go to the office and talk slowly."

"and many more!"

At this time, Conan ran over from nowhere.

"Mr. Police, have you made a mistake?"

"Where did this kid come from?" Mizujiu frowned, looking at the police officer beside him.

The other party shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.

"Forget it, let's take her back to the office first."

"Okay, I will go by myself, don't bother you to help."

As Qinghai Chuantang spoke, he stood up.Just in case they would be carried by the two of them, like carrying pork, to the police station.

So just like that, Conan was flamboyantly ignored.

Conan, who was in a mess in the wind, suddenly remembered the phrase "The pagoda suppresses the river monster, Conan is not tall".

So, this time because of my height, do I have no right to speak?
just
Looking at Qinghai Chuantang who was taken away, Conan felt an inexplicable joy in his heart, and was secretly happy.

I even wanted to put my hips on my hips, imitating Kogoro Mori, and burst out laughing.

Qinghai Chuan, you also have today!

This story tells us that there is cause and effect in the world, and we should cherish it while doing it.

(End of this chapter)