Conan's Exorcist Detective

Chapter 43: Pieces of Paper in the Night Sky

When Hiroaki Nishitani saw the contact lens case in Haruhiko's hand, he was so scared that his soul almost flew away.

It was the box for the special contact lenses he had ordered from Europe. He flushed the lenses down the toilet and threw the box out the toilet window.

Nishitani's plan was to first set up an automatic power-off mechanism in the distribution room, and then use this pair of contact lenses to adapt to the sudden darkness in the room and kill Kamimori Michi.

But why did the things I discarded appear in the hands of this high school student?

Most importantly, why did the other party think that this pair of contact lenses was evidence of the murder? No normal person would associate a pair of glasses with a murder plan, right?

Could it be that this high school student saw through his trick?
Nishitani felt a little guilty, and he didn't even dare to look into Haruhiko's eyes.

At this time, Inspector Megure walked up to Haruhiko and looked at the white contact lens case in his hand with confusion: "Brother Kosaka, are you serious? Is the murder weapon in here?"

It’s no wonder that Megure was so excited, because after a series of investigations, he didn’t find any clues to prove the identity of the murderer.

This means that this case is likely to become an unsolved case. If such unsolved cases accumulate, it will have a great impact on Megure's career.

However, after seeing Haruhiko suddenly come in, Megure's confidence returned. He felt that this caring brother would definitely not let him down.

"Although this isn't the murder weapon, it's an essential tool the killer would have used to commit the murder," Haruhiko said. "And the forensic science staff just did an examination, and they found the fingerprints of one of the students present."

After Haruhiko said this, those who originally wanted to leave naturally couldn't leave, and they all stood in the cooking classroom waiting for Haruhiko to give an explanation.

Inspector Megure: "Brother Kosaka, what on earth is going on?"

Haruhiko opened the glasses case, revealing a pair of ordinary-looking contact lenses. "These glasses were specially made by the murderer, with the pupils painted black. This means that if someone were wearing these glasses, even if there was a sudden power outage, the murderer would be able to adapt to the darkness and use that time to accurately locate the victim and kill her."

After saying this, Haruhiko looked towards Hiroaki Nishitani in the crowd.

He noticed that although the man's face was pale and his hands hanging on both sides of his trouser line began to tremble slightly, the vengeful spirit on his shoulders still showed no signs of loosening.

It seemed that this was not enough, so Haruhiko decided to increase the intensity.

He walked up to Nishitani and said calmly, "Mr. Nishitani, can you explain why there are your fingerprints on this special pair of contact lenses?"

Hiroaki Nishitani was sweating profusely. He didn't understand why he was being suspected because of a glasses case.

The reason why he threw the contact lens case outside the toilet was because he thought that even if someone picked it up, they would not associate it with the murder case.

As long as the murder weapon is properly disposed of, no one will suspect him.

But I never thought that something with such a low probability would actually happen!
Hiroaki Nishitani is now extremely panicked, but he does not intend to plead guilty because the hiding place of the murder weapon is his last straw.

Even the police couldn't find it after such a careful inspection, so he didn't think that this high school student could find the murder weapon he had hidden.

As long as the murder weapon is not found, everything will remain at the level of inference, and the police will not be able to convict him even if they suspect him.

Thinking of this, Nishitani pretended to be angry: "So what if it's mine? Can a pair of contact lenses prove that I killed Mr. Kamimori? What a joke!"

Inspector Megure also interrupted at this time and said, "Um... Brother Kosaka, all this is just your speculation. We didn't find anything on him or in the room that could be used as a murder weapon.

Without finding the murder weapon, everything remains at the level of speculation."

Haruhiko was feeling a bit hungry, and he didn't want to waste too much time here, so he jumped to his conclusion: "The murder weapon was hidden in the refill of that ballpoint pen. The murderer used the ring on his finger as an auxiliary tool to pierce the victim's back with the needle."

"What?" Inspector Megure's eyes widened, and he ordered his men, "Hosokawa, go check it out!"

The forensic officer immediately picked up the ballpoint pen and examined it.

Conan, who was standing by, was a little surprised to see Haruhiko's very confident look.

He had just been searching the scene for items that might be the murder weapon, or places where the murder weapon could be hidden, but found nothing.

Did Kosaka really go looking for the murder weapon after disappearing for so long? But how did he know the murder weapon was in the ballpoint pen refill?
Conan's heart was entangled with two complicated emotions at this moment.

On the one hand, he hopes that Haruhiko will produce evidence and force the murderer to confess, but on the other hand, his competitive spirit makes him not want to lose to Haruhiko.

Hiroaki Nishitani, who suddenly became the focus of attention, did not have the same complicated emotions as Conan. His heart was filled with fear and shock.

How can it be? !
Why could he directly tell where he hid the murder weapon?

The method of hiding the murder weapon was the part that Nishitani was most confident about in this murder plan, and this was indeed the case. Although the police checked the ballpoint pen, they did not find that the thin needle hidden in the pen core was the murder weapon.

Why could this high school student see it at a glance? Did he witness the process of me hiding the murder weapon?
It's impossible. Without those glasses, ordinary people wouldn't be able to see anything clearly in the dark, but that high school student was so decisive...

Hiroaki Nishitani's mind was a little confused.

On the other side, the forensic officer quickly found the long needle in the pen refill and tested the blood reaction on it: "Officer, it can be confirmed that this needle is the murder weapon that killed Ms. Kamimori."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nishitani Hiroaki knelt on the ground in despair.

Kaoru Kamimori, who was standing by, covered his mouth in disbelief: "Nishiya, why did you kill the teacher?"

Hiroaki Nishitani did not answer the other party because he also had many doubts in his mind.

He looked at the sharp eyes of the policemen around him, unable to understand why things had suddenly turned out like this.

Hasn't it been concealed from the police investigation?
Even though he was allowed to leave, Hiroaki Nishitani had even begun to rehearse in his mind what kind of sad expression he should show after seeing Mr. Kamimori's body.

But when he was less than five meters away from the entrance door, the incident took a surprising turn.

The high school student named Kosaka walked in and sent him from heaven to hell with just a few words.

This drastic contrast between the before and after makes it difficult for Xigu to accept.

He looked at the high school student named Haruhiko Kousaka not far away and found that he was flirting with the short-haired girl and did not seem to be at all complacent about solving a difficult case.

Could it be that the murder plan that I carefully planned was just a trivial matter in the eyes of the other party?
Inspector Megure walked up to him and said sternly, "Mr. Nishitani, do you have anything else to say?"

Hiroaki Nishitani put his head on the floor and began to confess.

On the other side, Conan watched eagerly as the investigators put the long, blood-stained needle into a transparent evidence bag.

It has to be said that the murderer's method of hiding the murder weapon did surprise Conan. He didn't expect the murderer to be so bold as to put the murder weapon directly on his body and hide it in the dark.

But how did Kosaka figure it out? Conan asked himself that if he had the same clues, he couldn't directly deduce the hiding place of the murder weapon because the connection between the two pieces of evidence was too weak.

Is it really based on intuition?
But how can one defeat this irrational intuition? Conan scratched the back of his head in annoyance.

Haruhiko had just taken advantage of Hiroaki Nishitani's confession to successfully capture the two evil spirits that had fallen off his shoulders.

However, it seems that because the resentment was not very strong, the swordsmanship level was only increased by 1 level after the salvation.

But Qingyan was not discouraged, because he understood the principle that dripping water wears away a stone.

Due to the impact of this sudden murder, it was impossible to continue cooking. Haruhiko was discussing what to eat with Sonoko and Ran when Inspector Megure came over and said, "Oh, brother Kosaka, this time it's all thanks to you."

"Thank you for your compliment. I just got lucky and guessed right." Haruhiko looked at Megure Jusan's face and found that he seemed much more haggard than the last time they met. "Officer, you look a little unwell."

"Don't mention it. Everyone in the Metropolitan Police Department has been like this recently. It's all because of that inexplicable disappearance case." Megure smiled bitterly.

Haruhiko nodded. He had seen reports about this missing case on TV more than once.

It has been about two months since the first case occurred, and people continue to disappear inexplicably without any trace, as if they have evaporated from the face of the earth.

He also heard that the public had held several protest marches because of this incident, and the Metropolitan Police Department signs had been taken down by angry protesters.

Haruhiko: "I heard about that, too. Is there still no progress?"

"No, everyone in our police station is running themselves ragged." Officer Megure shook his head. "By the way, brother Kosaka, you'd better not go to those underground concerts, discos and the like recently. A large part of the missing persons are young people who frequent such places."

Haruhiko nodded: "I see, thank you for the reminder."

"Then I'll leave first. If you have any information in this regard, please contact the police." Officer Megure said as he walked towards the door.

Haruhiko: "Definitely."

Inspector Megure led his men out of the cooking class.

The deceased, Michi Kamimori Kamimori's daughter-in-law, Kaoru Kamimori, did not stay long either. She had just contacted her husband and would probably have to start preparing for the funeral now.

However, Haruhiko did not see any sadness on her face. Even after she sent everyone out of the gate, she put her hands on the stone pillar next to the gate, and her face seemed to have an expression of "finally free".

Haruhiko sighed. The motives for murder in this world were so varied that he couldn't tell who was good and who was evil. Haruhiko felt that being able to live his life well and protect his friends was enough. He didn't want to be the judge of justice.

Just when I thought of this, my “companion” made a timely mockery—

"What? Do you like that type?" Suzuki Sonoko glanced at the "somewhat pretty" Kaoru Kamimori at the door, then looked at Haruhiko with disdain.

Haruhiko quickly defended himself: "How is that possible? I just think she might not be able to bear this kind of blow."

"That's perfect," Suzuki Sonoko said, hugging a brown paper bag to her chest. "I heard that depressed young wives are the most likely to cheat."

"Have you watched too many dramas?" Haruhiko poked her fair forehead with his finger. "I'm not interested in wives of that level. I just want to eat quickly."

Suzuki Sonoko took a few exaggerated steps back after being prodded, but a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She reached into the brown paper bag, took out a palm-sized loaf of bread, and handed it to Haruhiko: "Here, I made it myself."

When Haruhiko took the bread, Sonoko's fingertips gently touched Haruhiko's skin.

Conan, who was standing by, keenly observed this small detail.

Haruhiko stuffed the bread into his mouth. It tasted just average, but seeing Suzuki Sonoko looking like a puppy waiting for its owner's praise, he could only praise, "Super delicious!!!"

Suzuki Sonoko smiled happily.

After being praised by Haruhiko, she seemed to be a little inflated and wanted to compete with Mao Lilan, saying: "Try what Xiaolan made and see whose is more delicious."

Ran Mouri also took out a loaf of bread from the brown paper bag. Just from the appearance, it looked many times better than Sonoko's. She handed it to Haruhiko.

Just as Haruhiko was about to reach out to take it, Conan, who had seen through everything, snatched the bread from Xiaolan's hand in the blink of an eye.

The passive buff of the East Asian Jealous King takes effect, preventing the impending crisis of "physical contact beyond the scope of friendship".

Conan threw the bread directly into his mouth, puffed up his cheeks, and said in a vague voice while chewing: "Brother Haruhiko ate too much and won't be able to eat ramen in a while. Let's go quickly." As he said that, Conan pushed Haruhiko's back and walked forward.

Sonoko yelled from behind, "Didn't you say conveyor belt sushi was delicious? Why did it become ramen?!"

"There are too many people at the conveyor belt sushi restaurant. We'll starve to death if it's our turn." Haruhiko turned around and explained.

"Damn it! When will my dream come true..." Suzuki Sonoko stomped her feet and walked forward with a sad face.

Mao Lilan looked at everyone having fun and followed them with a brown paper bag in her arms.

At this time, a gust of wind blew from the side, and her long hair like a black waterfall was blown up by the wind, swirling in the air and gently falling on the jacket of her suit and school uniform.

...

At the same time, in a dilapidated B&B in Nagano Prefecture.

Yuta Manaka looked at the screen of the mobile phone in his hand. A string of numbers had already been entered on the dialing interface, but he had been stuck on this interface for almost twenty minutes and had not yet pressed it.

At this time, there was a lively conversation outside the window. A group of hot girls passed by his window, apparently planning to go to a nearby nightclub. Yuta actually wanted to go too, but he had no money.

Yuta pressed the call button.

drop--

The phone was picked up after just one ring, and a tired voice came from the other end: "Who is it?"

"Brother Cheetah, it's me, Yuta." Manaka Yuta tried his best to keep his tone non-aggressive. "I want to ask, when can the matter I asked of you be resolved?"

The person on the other end of the phone was stunned for a long time before saying, "Ah...you mean that kid named Kosaka? My men have already given him a warning. Didn't you see that?"

Yuta: "But... when will this be completely resolved? I've been worried about him taking revenge on me lately."

The other end of the line paused for a moment, then said, "The team has been very busy these past few days. If you're free this Saturday, you can come and visit. By the way, the money we talked about last time..."

Xiong Tai quickly said, "Don't worry, Cheetah brother, I'm ready, just waiting..."

"Well, that's it." The other party hung up the phone directly.

Yuta Manaka listened to the busy tone on the phone, his face full of excitement.

Today is Wednesday, which means that in three days, he will no longer have to stay in this shabby B&B. By then, Kousaka Haruhiko will completely kneel at his feet and become a stray dog.

Yuta was instantly filled with passion.

He picked up a colorful flyer with a scantily clad woman printed on it that was placed under the bowl of instant noodles on the table and walked into the bathroom.

...

On the other end of the phone, Kawamura Bao, who was sitting in the car, hung up the phone and scratched his ramen head in annoyance.

He thought that this kid was really troublesome. If it weren't for the fact that he paid him enough money, Kawamura would not have cared about the affairs between these little brats.

He has been in a state of panic because of the police recently. Although the big bosses behind him told him that he could not be convicted even if he was arrested, Kawamura was still very panicked. After all, this is a big business of human smuggling.

He now has to battle wits and courage with the police every day, and people have been very vigilant recently, making it exponentially more difficult to find suitable goods.

Just as I was thinking about it, two figures staggered towards me from the entrance of the alley.

Kawamura Bao parked his car in a dark alley near the bar. The car was not started, and most people would think that there was no one in the car.

One of the two people walking towards her was wearing revealing clothes. She looked like a call girl who hung out in bars and nightclubs. However, her face looked much younger than that of an average person. She might be a student.

The other guy who dyed his buzz cut green was probably in his early twenties. He was Kawamura Bao's younger brother Terunobu.

The two of them arrived in front of Kawamura's car, and the girl leaned on the hood. "Is it really possible to make 100 million yen in just one weekend? You're not kidding me, are you?"

The green-haired Hui Xin on the opposite side put his hands in his pockets: "Believe it or not, many people are rushing to do it anyway."

The girl hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, how can I contact you then?"

Hui Xin gave a strange smile and pointed at the car behind him: "Then get in."

The girl was stunned and looked back at the black car behind her.

At this time, Kawamura Bao pushed open the car door and made a gesture of invitation to her.

The girl looked terrified. She instinctively felt that something was wrong and turned around to run away.

But as soon as she turned around, she saw Hui Xin holding an object flashing with electric light and pressing it against her waist.

"Da da da!"

The stun gun flashed and the girl fell to the ground.

The smell of urine filled the air.

Kawamura Bao frowned: "Can't you be gentle? How can I put her in my car when she's so disgusting?"

Hui Xin looked aggrieved: "I was afraid that she would struggle and attract the police, so this is the simplest way."

Kawamura Bao waved his hand and got into the driver's seat: "Put her in the trunk yourself."

"Yes, boss." Hui Xin began to move the girl's body.

"Don't forget to get rid of her cell phone. The people in the Metropolitan Police Department are very technologically advanced now." Kawamura Bao reminded him.

Not long after, Hui Xin got into the passenger seat holding a woman's bag and said, "Boss, we're done."

Kawamura Bao started the engine and the car slowly drove out of the alley.

Kawamura Bao asked while driving: "Is there any money in the bag? Don't try to keep it all for yourself."

"How is that possible? I haven't opened it yet. But boss, you'd better not get your hopes up." Hui Xin put the bag on his lap and unzipped it. "This woman is obviously a materialistic woman. She probably spends all her earnings on cosmetics and luxury goods. There's no way she has any money left."

"Stop talking nonsense and open it quickly!" Kawamura Bao overtook another car as he spoke. "You should be grateful to these girls who are tainted by desire. Without them, where would we get our living expenses?"

"Thanks to capitalism for bringing us a better world." Hui Xin made an exaggerated gesture of worship.

Then Hui Xin reached into his bag and first touched a card: "Xing Ben Yukiho, xx High School, Grade 2, Class B..."

The photo on the student ID card was without makeup, and the girl's innocent smile didn't look like the same person as the heavily made-up girl lying in the trunk.

"She's really a student... She's out having fun at such a young age? Tsk tsk." Hui Xin said with disdain, "To be honest, I don't feel guilty about taking action against a woman like this. On the contrary, I feel like I'm helping this country clean up the garbage that's hogging up its resources."

"What kind of people do you feel guilty about? I saw your eyes shining when you were counting the money. You don't seem like a creature who has the luxury of 'guilt'?" Kawamura Bao held the steering wheel with one hand and took out a cigarette with the other hand and put it in his mouth.

Hui Xin turned around and said, "It's for the elderly. Last time when I was delivering goods, I saw a lot of gray-haired elderly people in another car. Seeing their confused and helpless expressions, I felt quite pitiful."

"A kind-hearted person like you can never make it to the Yakuza." Kawamura Bao laughed.

"But boss... I'm really fierce when I chop people." Hui Xin showed the scar on his arm, then reached into the bag and continued to search, "Eh? What is this?"

He pulled a piece of paper from his bag and, in the light of the street lamp, saw the words written on it: Nishimoto Motoyo, female, advanced pancreatic cancer...

It's a medical record.

The expression on Huixin's face froze instantly. He looked at Kawamura Bao beside him and said, "Boss...this must be fake, right?"

The traffic light ahead was red, and Kawamura Leopard stepped on the brakes before the zebra crossing. He glanced sideways at the case and said, "Of course it is. It must be a prop she uses to gain the sympathy of her sponsor."

Huixin put the medical record aside and continued to rummage through his bag, as if trying to find evidence that this was all a farce staged by that woman herself.

Soon, he took out a diary.

He opened the diary and read slowly:

Mom is sick, from today on I will be the pillar of this family...

My mother is very ill, and the doctor said it would cost a lot of money to treat her...

The convenience store owner scolded me, but it was clearly the customer who was being unreasonable...

My monthly salary is less than 5 yen, which is not enough to pay for my mother's medical treatment...

My classmate Eriko mentioned a place where I could make money, so I decided to go with her after school...

Those men are disgusting, but they have to endure it in order to make money...

My body is broken, but it's all worth it for my mother...

Still 300 million yen short, come on, Yukiho...

The diary ends abruptly here.

The atmosphere in the car was as heavy as if a memorial service was being held.

Kawamura Bao threw the cigarette out the car window: "Really, this woman is really good at acting."

"That's right, it was seen through at the first sight." Hui Xin also agreed with a smile, but his expression was a little unnatural.

The car fell silent again.

After a long time, Hui Xin suddenly said, "Boss, we will go to hell after we die, right?"

Kawamura Bao scratched his curly hair and said, "The moment you become a Yakuza, you are already in hell."

At this time, the green light of the traffic light came on, and Kawamura Bao stepped on the accelerator hard.

The taillights of the black car gradually moved away, and countless pieces of paper flew out of the car window. The pieces of paper were blown high into the sky by the wind, vaguely piecing together the innocent smiling face of a girl.

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