Conan: I'm really not the mastermind behind the scenes

Chapter 177 Father and Daughter

Mihua Yakushino Hospital.

A certain corridor on the top floor was so quiet that only the sound of wheels rolling across the ground was heard. A man pushing a wheelchair stopped in front of the examination room.

A girl of about ten years old is sitting on it. She is thin and small, with slightly curly black hair and yellowish ends. Her whole figure looks like she is wrapped in a hospital gown, and her skin is pale from long-term illness.

But her eyes were extraordinarily bright and she had a smile on her face. Seeing that the room had arrived, she got up from the wheelchair. Because her legs couldn't use any strength, she staggered. Fortunately, another man beside her helped her in time.

"Pay attention." The man frowned.

"Thank you uncle."

The girl raised a smile to express her gratitude. Her smiling face was particularly innocent. She picked up the wooden crutch next to her and stood firm alone after he put away his hand.

At this time, the doctor came out of the nearby office. He held the medical record in his hand and glanced at the three of them: "Sachiko Kuroki, ten years old, full spinal examination... Are you two her family members?"

"No, her father is busy at work. We are his father's friends and we will accompany her on his behalf."

The two men in suits answered almost in unison. Because they answered so neatly, the doctor looked at them twice.

He looked at them steadily, and finally fell on Kuroki Sachiko: "Is that so?"

Kuroki Sachiko nodded: "They are indeed my father's friends and have been staying with me these days."

"Then please take a look at the risk notification and consent form, and sign below to confirm."

The doctor handed something to one of them, and while handing it over, their hands inadvertently brushed against each other. Seeing another person curiously looking over, the doctor also gave him a process introduction that had been prepared long ago.

Their fingers also touched, which seemed to happen accidentally, and they soon separated.

"Is this your first time to accompany someone for an examination? You are not allowed to have metal objects on you during the examination. You are not allowed to bring mobile phones, hairpins, coins, etc."

The man who signed heard this and looked quickly at the other man.

They seemed very reluctant, and seemed to want to call someone to explain the matter... In the end, they did not do so. One of them lowered his head and said to Kuroki Sachiko:

"Sachiko, raise your right hand and I'll help you straighten your sleeve."

At the same time, another person approached the doctor, covering his eyes with his body, and began to ask some details of the examination.

Sachiko Kuroki raised her arms obediently, and the man flipped the neatly folded sleeves for her and folded them again. When he pulled his hand back, he had something between his fingertips.

He put his things away as if nothing had happened and listened to his companions asking questions.

This doctor was very patient. He was probably used to being asked this and that by patients or their family members before examinations. He patiently answered them one by one, and then brought Sachiko Kuroki into the examination room.

The door clicked shut, and the two sat on the seats outside the examination room.

"Ugh……"

The man who was rummaging through his sleeves just now looked at the bug he had just removed. He noticed that there were no cameras in this corridor, and complained to his companions: "It's really troublesome. Why are we here to watch the daughter of a criminal?"

……

The mission of the Japanese public security is to maintain national security, and the long-term mission of their group of police officers from the Metropolitan Police Department is to investigate and crack down on a deeply buried transnational criminal organization under the command of the National Police Department.

A month ago, a colleague discovered that members of the organization were haunting the hospital. They sent people to follow him for several days, and finally locked in Kuroki Sachiko, who was hospitalized, and followed and arrested Kuroki.

It's a pity that although Kuroki is a researcher, his joining time is too short. He has only done a few experiments and is not qualified to know the research goals of the organization. This arrest was pointless.

Considering that he has no intention of harming others and only joined the organization to make money for his daughter's medical treatment. He has never killed anyone or done any harmful experiments so far. The police did not imprison him and even reached cooperation with him——

He collected experimental materials or research materials within the organization for the police, and the police helped him contact better hospitals to treat his daughter.

It's just that both sides know very well that cooperation is the most euphemistic way of saying it. Kuroki Sachiko is in the hands of the police. Whatever they ask Kuroki to do, he can only obey their orders.

After confirming that there were no other members of the organization in the hospital, the police sent two people to monitor Sachiko Kuroki in the hospital. People were watching her during physical examinations, eating, and going to the bathroom. They did not allow her to meet or make phone calls to her father alone, and she was always equipped with a bug.

Sachiko Kuroki was seriously ill and the doctor said she could only live for another six months.

While the police were closely monitoring her, they were actively looking for better hospitals and doctors for her. They really hope this girl can live well.

After all, it is the living "hostages" that have value.

Faced with his complaint, his colleague said helplessly: "It's your boss's order, so don't talk too much."

Seeing that he was still dissatisfied, he lowered his voice and added: "Just bear with it. Someone will come over there later. I heard that he has a very strict personality, so be careful of being scolded."

The man's expression gradually returned to calmness, but his eyes were still dissatisfied. He put the bug that he was tired of playing with back into his pocket, looked at the tightly closed door of the office opposite, and unconsciously became distracted.

This time he thought of the doctor who told them not to bring metal objects inside.

The doctor was not wearing a mask, and his entire face was completely exposed. Perhaps because of hard work, his eyes were slightly green and black. He was a plain-looking man, and the only thing that stood out were his eyes.

Those eyes are brownish-red.

Something flashed through the man's mind quickly.

He vaguely remembered something - somewhere in his memory, he seemed to have seen this description of appearance somewhere...

The man felt something was wrong, but just as he stood up, the door to the examination room reopened.

Sachiko Kuroki stood there intact.

"You didn't apply for expedited treatment. The report will be out in six hours." The doctor with brown-red eyes followed and said to them.

The man was stunned for a moment.

He watched the girl walk slowly step by step with a cane and sit in the wheelchair again. She put the wooden crutches aside and waited patiently for him to push the wheelchair.

Everything seems to be the same as usual.

"Excuse me, doctor."

His colleague thanked the doctor, looked at him and motioned for him to leave quickly.

The man nodded in greeting and pushed the wheelchair away.

The sound of wheels rolling across the ground echoed in the quiet corridor again.

It's just that the voice is a little softer than when it came.

Behind him, the doctor saw the two men pushing the empty wheelchair away without any notice, without any smile on their faces.

After a few seconds, he looked away and returned to the examination room.

He quietly glanced at Sachiko Kuroki who was lying there, and without any pause, put on the communication headset again.

"found it."

----

Kuroki fell to the ground.

His face was covered in blood, and his body was wet and hot. It was unknown whether it was his blood or the urine he had shed due to extreme fear and incontinence. It was smelly and fishy. His head was groggy and he couldn't see clearly what was in front of him, but his will was still clear. He had just been injected with a special drug that kept people awake. He knew that this was a common interrogation drug used by organizations.

"How did you get in touch with the police?"

He heard the voice ask again coldly after mentioning his daughter.

"I……"

Kuroki still fell to the ground.

But this time he struggled to turn his gaze. He saw the table, the box containing the pet rabbit, and the photo next to it. There was a girl smiling at him.

She called him: "Daddy."

Kuroki closed his eyes tremblingly.

"It's in the hospital."

"I want to save my daughter..."

……

Kuroki's parents are both scientists.

They hoped that he would embark on the same scientific research path, and had strict discipline on him from the moment he landed, including what hobbies he had, what books he read, what time he went home every day, he was not allowed to make friends outside the allowed range, he was not allowed to have casual contact with girls, and which university he went to. ...Including whom to marry, it is all decided by the parents.

This developed his submissive and even inferior character.

Until a car accident, which was supposed to be a family gathering, took away his parents and wife, leaving only him, who was working overtime at the time, and his infant daughter, who was lucky enough to survive after being protected by his wife's body.

This accident left Kuroki, who was used to having everything arranged, at a loss.

In the future, he can finally live on his own without being controlled by anyone.

But what about his daughter?

Arranged marriages are purely for the purpose of procreating children. As a mother, the wife loves this child. She can use her own life to earn a second life for her, but what about his father?

He has never felt the warmth of family, how can he love his daughter?

Kuroki once thought about finding another wife and asking her to help take care of her, but he was always daunted by the introductions from his colleagues - he was strictly controlled by his parents since he was a child, and he didn't know how to interact with women at all.

So he bit the bullet and began to take care of the little girl with his own hands.

He learned how to make milk powder, wash her clothes, buy her various stories and books to read, and asked for leave to go home to celebrate her birthday when her colleagues looked down upon her. When she had a fever, he stayed by her side all night, not daring to close his eyes, and took the experimental equipment. With a steady hand, he awkwardly combed the girl's hair...

From infancy to primary school, ten years and more than three thousand days and nights, his daughter grew up little by little.

He did not remarry and worked hard to learn to be a father.

He gave all the love he had never felt to his daughter.

Sachiko is a lovely girl. She likes rabbits, so he raises them in the courtyard with her; she complains that his beard pricks her, so he shaves her face every few days; she spreads out all her little skirts on the bed , coquettishly said that there were not enough clothes, so he bought her more clothes and dolls.

She was smart and inherited his and his wife's brains. When he asked her what she wanted to do in the future, she said:

"I want to be like my dad! Be a scientist!"

At that moment, Kuroki's mood was extremely complicated.

He embarked on this path under the control of his parents, and now his daughter, under his love and protection, also wants to take this path.

Her tone was full of pride, and his heart was equally proud and satisfied.

But he did not expect that the lively and sensible Sachiko, whose name means "luck" and "happiness", would suffer from such an incurable disease.

"She is only ten years old, and my Sachiko is only ten years old... She experienced such a disaster not long after she was born. Her life has not officially begun. She still has a better future and such a dream... Why should God do this to me? Is she so unfair?"

Kuroki was in great pain.

The pain in my heart at this moment has exceeded the pain of bullet holes in my body. He cried out, his face covered with tears and his voice slurred.

In his incoherence, he thought of Shirley.

Her hairstyle is similar to Sachiko's. His daughter would have become such a beautiful and smart girl.

"I want to save her, no matter what price I have to pay...Treatment costs a lot of money, so I sold everything I could in my home, some antiques, furniture, houses...last of all, myself. I also sold myself, To live under control again…”

"In the hospital, the police said they could find better experts for me. This was my biggest...only possibility..."

Kuroki cried so hard that his whole face was twisted on the ground.

His vision was blurry, and he could just barely see a sliver of black shaking in his eyes. He blinked, tears rolled down from his eyes, and he finally saw the expressionless face of the man in front of him.

From beginning to end, Gin's face showed no mercy. He was not impressed or relented at all.

——In fact, after listening to his confession, he lost all remaining patience.

After confirming the location and reason, Gin lit a cigarette again, and at the moment when the fire flashed, he pulled the trigger at the same time, twice in a row.

"Boom!"

Kuroki's hands were also shot through by bullets.

"Since your hands no longer want to experiment with tissue, you will never have to tie your daughter's hair."

After Gin finished speaking coldly, he called a few trembling lower-level members who had been waiting outside for a long time to deal with it.

"Is it...burning?" one of them asked carefully.

"Go find a place outside and throw it away." Gin said, "Let the police collect his body."

……

Kuroki was dragged away.

His limbs and hands were broken, and he was unable to walk at all. A long blood trail was dragged on the floor. As he watched, his eyes gradually lost their luster.

He remembered that day when he was blocked by the police and taken into the interrogation room. The man with black hair, blue eyes and the same beard on his chin looked at him coldly.

He asked him: "Have you ever seen or heard of a woman with brown-grey hair and green eyes?"

"—Her name might be Anicet."

Those memories were far away from Kuroki, and with trembling lips, he issued his last and most painful plea.

"Please... don't kill my daughter..."

……

In the personal dormitory, Gin pressed the communication headset.

The good function allowed Glenn on the opposite side to hear everything that happened here clearly. He listened to the entire interrogation process.

"Get rid of her," he ordered.

　I really won’t stay up late next time, I’ll have a headache writing later…

　　

　

(End of this chapter)