Chapter 24: Father Missing for 7 Years
Chapter 24 The Father Who Has Missed for Seven Years
Seven years ago, Imura Kae's father went missing. When she reported the case to the police, they said he had run away from home. Seven years later, Imura Kae went to the police again, but was told that the case was seven years ago and would not be accepted.
Her mother has been staying at home, and although the house is dilapidated, she is reluctant to move out, hoping that her husband will come back suddenly one day.
Now, Imura Kae is about to get married, and her mother will be the only one left at home. She is a little worried. She wonders if she can find her father, whether he is alive or dead, so that her mother won't have to wait hopelessly like this any longer.
"Should I praise you for your persistence in the disappearance case seven years ago? Or should I say you are stupid?" Qinghai Chuantang asked while sorting books, "How old were you when you disappeared?"
"43 is old."
"That means running away from home. What about the usage records?"
"There is no display of phone, bank card, entry and exit records, etc."
"Then he no longer exists. Either he committed suicide or he was murdered."
Conan's mouth twitched. "Aren't you a profiler? Logically, you should have stated everything clearly, such as height, age, occupation, etc., just like before. If you inferred this way, I wouldn't have to come to you."
Qinghai Chuantang stopped what he was doing and looked at him, finding it a little funny: "Do you think I'm a prophet or a fortune teller? These are the known conditions you gave me. Have you ever seen a puzzle and you were given a few pieces to fiddle with?"
As she spoke, she stood up and sat on a chair beside her, took out a notebook and pen, and began to doodle on it.
"There was a case where the husband and wife had an argument and strangled his wife by the neck, causing her death from mechanical asphyxiation. When the husband found that his wife was no longer breathing, he took out a sheet from the closet, wrapped her body in it, and put it in the freezer for three months."
"If we assume that Miss Xianghui's mother also killed her husband because of a dispute and hid him, then can the seven years of no trace be explained? Of course, the reason why I have such an inference is that if a person would rather stay in a dilapidated house and is unwilling to move out, there must be something strange about it."
Qinghai Chuantang stopped writing, and an empty room appeared on the notebook. A woman was standing inside, seemingly waiting for something.
She looked at Conan, "You don't mean to say that maybe you are nostalgic and don't want to believe that your husband is no longer in this world, so you want to wait forever, right?"
Although such scenes are indeed common in romance novels.
Conan smiled awkwardly: "No."
In fact, I was thinking in my heart: Could this guy be able to read minds?
"By the way, if you're interested, why don't you solve the case yourself? You'd just be wasting your time if you stay here with me."
As he spoke, Qinghai Chuantang took a book from the bookshelf, titled "To What Degree Should the Screws of a Rocket Be Tightened?"
"Besides, leave this kind of thing to the police. You, a child, should not get involved. The identity of a detective is sometimes not as reassuring as that of a police officer. So my suggestion is that you can go find Officer Takagi."
The missing cases have always been handled by the Special Crime Investigation Division 1, and Takagi belongs to the Special Crime Investigation Division 1's Criminal Investigation Division 3, which is a complete overstepping of authority.
Conan was silent for a moment, "I feel like you're inciting crime."
Qinghai Chuantang snorted unhappily.
"Do you have an anesthesiologist's license? Do you have a radio license? Breaking into a private house, impersonating a police officer. Although you are seven years old now, you can be exempted from criminal responsibility. But don't forget that even if you become smaller, your DNA and fingerprints will not change. With just a comparison, we can know who you are. A seventeen-year-old boy is already old enough to be sentenced."
Knowing that his words were a bit too harsh and could easily hurt the other person's young heart, Qinghai Chuantang sighed, put a hand on his shoulder, and said earnestly: "Many things are undecided. If you follow certain rules and regulations, you may never catch up with the progress bar. Sometimes, certain means are necessary, as long as they do not hurt others and do not cause any serious consequences, they are all acceptable."
"You know, even Sherlock Holmes can't be absolutely just. As long as you do what you believe in, you don't have to care about other people's opinions, because everyone has different standards for good and evil."
He has been a favored child since childhood, and has had a smooth journey since he grew up. No one has ever preached to him like this.
With the encouragement and training of his parents, he had already become a high school detective when he was only in high school. He often made headlines in various media and was hailed by the public as the "savior of the Japanese police."
Qinghai Chuantang's words undoubtedly dampened his enthusiasm.
Although justice is in our hearts, if we do something illegal, is it really justice?
Perhaps, it is just a kind of justice that I insist on in my heart.
Conan lowered his head, as if savoring these words.
Seeing that the other party did not answer for a long time, Qinghai Chuantang thought that he had hurt his young heart invisibly, and out of a little guilt, he said: "How about I go with you on this case. It's better to have an adult accompany you than you are a child now."
Conan raised his head and smiled brightly: "Then let's set off quickly!"
Qinghai Chuantang then realized that he had been fooled.
"Then do you know where to go?"
This sentence made Conan stop in his tracks. He paused for a moment, then turned to look at her and said with a guilty conscience, "I forgot to ask that. Besides, a child may not tell someone their address if they ask for it."
"You have typical detective thinking." Qing Hai Chuantang put the book back on the bookshelf. "In this case, we should go to the Metropolitan Police Department. Ask the police officer in charge of the missing case at the time. If you can see the file, that would be the best. There is obviously a better integration, why go far away?"
Conan's mouth twitched. He knew it was more convenient this way. But after all, he was not a policeman, just an ordinary citizen. To put it nicely, he had the identity of a "detective", but in essence, he was just an ordinary person and did not have that authority.
"Don't you have any solution?"
Qinghai Chuantang pretended to be mysterious and said, "Maybe there is."
Hypnosis is a kind of psychological suggestion, as long as the other party is mistakenly made to believe that they are one of your own.
As for illusion?
After returning from that day, the hands on her watch never moved again. It wasn't because it was broken, but it was a punishment for exploiting loopholes, just like some loopholes in games, once discovered, it is normal to be blocked for 3 to 5 years.
"No. 7, Yuanrong Road 12th Street."
As he spoke, Qinghai Chuantang handed him a note. The handwriting on it was vigorous and powerful, and it was obvious that it was written by someone else.
"I didn't expect Officer Kawanishi to be so enthusiastic. Seeing someone so helpful, he was a model of a three-good citizen, so he told me the address without hesitation."
Conan stared at her speechlessly: Those things in front were actually added by you, right?
"Then how can we gain the other party's trust?"
Taking the initiative to go to someone's home and ask questions, revealing your identity as a detective will only make the other party wary, so in this situation, the police have far more advantages than detectives. Of course, this is also true most of the time, after all, they also have corresponding rights.
Detectives, on the other hand, lack this advantage.
Therefore, even when he was still Kudo Shinichi, when faced with some cases, the police had to be present in order for the case to proceed smoothly.
Qinghai Chuantang looked at him, was silent for a moment, and then asked: "Will you lie?"
"what?"
Conan was a little slow to react.
In order to achieve a certain goal, one of the means that must be used is lying.
Qing Hai Chuan Tang claims to be a member of the special investigation search team, and Conan is a special assistant. Although he looks young, he has an IQ 20 times higher than Da Vinci.
Imura Kae had an impression of Conan. She thought it was just a normal child's curiosity, but she didn't expect that due to her self-understanding and hypnotic suggestion, she didn't have any doubts at all.
There is a cherry tree planted in the courtyard, which is in full bloom.
The wooden tables and chairs placed on the lawn tell the passage of time.
After entering the house and sitting down, Rinka Imura brought juice to them.
"I think he will come back."
Her expression was very serious.
"Mom, it's been seven years."
If a person wanted to come back, he would have come back a long time ago.
Like her mother, she had waited too long for him.
The whole person seemed to have disappeared suddenly, or so suddenly that he didn't even say goodbye when he left.
I don’t know how long I have to wait.
"Your father will definitely come back." She seemed to have some kind of obsession, "After all, he is a family man."
"Is there anything special about the place when you disappeared?"
Imura Rinka thought about it and shook her head.
"Did you have any grudges with anyone, or any accidents?"
Imura Rinka still shook her head. "My husband doesn't drink, and he can't even drive. He has a good temper and has never quarreled with anyone."
It sounds like he is a good gentleman.
Afterwards, Imura Kae took them to a warehouse where many things were piled up, which showed a lot of age.
"These are all Dad's things, all placed here. Mom believed that he would definitely come back, and some of them were bought by them together, so she couldn't bear to throw them away. There are still two pillows at the head of her bed, as if Dad is still at home."
"Do you remember what happened when your father disappeared?"
"I didn't go to school locally at the time, so I didn't know much about it. It was my mother who called me and told me that my father had been out for a long time and had not returned home."
There was nothing special about the things in the house.
It seems that we have to continue looking for a breakthrough.
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(End of this chapter)