Chapter 45 The Leader in the Brick Industry

Chapter 45 The Leader in the Brick Industry

Chapter 45 The Leader in the Brick Industry

"Sister Xiaotang, you are currently investigating the 'Multi-purpose Knife Serial Murder Case' and the 'Secret Room Serial Murder Case', right? Take me with you!"

Conan seemed a little jealous and envious of Qinghai Chuantang for being asked by the police to assist in this matter.

Unfortunately, with my current identity, it is difficult for me to get such an important task. After all, I can't tell others that I am actually Kudo Shinichi, right?
In that case, few people would believe it.

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you before you meet the killer?"

Qing Hai Chuantang looked at the other party with great interest. She was slightly surprised that Conan would take the initiative to come to her.

Conan shook his head.

"Although I don't know what your purpose is, I can feel that you are not a bad person. This is the detective's intuition."

"The bridge of trust is difficult to build, especially when it comes to rebuilding. Although you deliberately interrupted the trust that was about to be established, I think you should be trustworthy."

"So, can I trust you?"

Hearing this, Qinghai Chuantang smiled and rejected the other party.

"You also said that trust is hard to come by. You and I don't have any common goals. We just coincide in wanting to catch the murderer."

"I don't want anyone to be hurt any more, and maybe you have the same idea, so we just have a relationship that can be called 'cooperation' based on the case committed by the murderer."

Trust is trust, cooperation is cooperation.

In Qinghai Chuantang's view, the two should be separated.

Trust means that the relationship between the two parties will gradually become closer, and perhaps they will become friends in the future; but cooperation is not like this, cooperation is just cooperation.

Therefore, Qinghai Chuantang’s meaning was very clear, she did not want the two to have too deep an intersection.

Of course, this doesn’t affect Conan at all. After all, his main goal is just the “case” and the “real murderer”.

"The multi-purpose knife case has come to an end for now. What remains is the closed room serial murder case. According to the profile, the criminal is likely to live here, Shirogane-michi."

"If we narrow it down, it's the factory near Chengchuan Road. After all, if you want to pack some waste, you'll need ropes."

"If we can find someone who uses the same knotting method, we might be able to find the murderer quickly."

Qinghai Chuantang said this and drew an area on the map with a red pen.

"Sister Xiaotang."

Conan suddenly called her name and asked a question that had nothing to do with the case: "How old are you this year?"

He finally realized something was wrong.

Qinghai Chuantang stared at him and said in a somewhat unfriendly tone: "Don't you know that asking a woman's age is very rude? Instead of asking about irrelevant topics, why not set out now and look for clues."

If she had to answer, it would definitely be "forever eighteen years old."

But obviously, the other party was tactful and did not continue to ask questions.

The factories near Chengchuan Road are all located on the mountain, and the only one here is a food processing factory.

But when he was at the door, Qinghai Chuantang discovered that the knot used to pack waste paper was very ordinary, so it seemed that the murderer was not here.

Then, we have to start with the residents here.

Qinghai Chuantang walked over when passing by a waste paper recycling station.

The special knotting method above is exactly the same as the one in the photos I saw before.

"Can I ask you a question? Did you tie all these pieces of waste paper yourself?"

"this?"

The old man smiled and said, "Mr. Ooi helped me tie them. He helps me fix the heater for free in the winter. He's such a nice guy."

Qinghai Chuantang was stunned for a moment and thought of something.

"Excuse me, Mr. Oi's name is 'Oi Hideki'?"

"Yes. Do you know him?" The old man looked a little confused.

Qinghai Chuantang nodded slowly, and then continued to ask: "Old man, do you know where Mr. Dajing's home is?"

If the murderer is that person, then some problems can be explained.

But could a kind-hearted person who helps repair the heating every winter really be the murderer?
According to the address given by the old man, Qinghai Chuantang found the residence of Oi Yingshu.

The door was closed and it seemed that no one was there.

Although the height of the wall is not a problem to climb over, and there are trees on the side to help.
But if the criminal is not him, wouldn't that be illegal intrusion?
Qinghai Chuantang looked at his watch which was still stopped, hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to flip in.

As the saying goes: When the enemy comes, we will fight him; when the flood comes, we will block it with earth.

It turns out that sometimes women's sixth sense is very accurate.

Although most of the time, they like to place a higher accuracy rate on small things like their partners cheating on them.

I saw the knot on the other person's cardboard in the corner of the yard, which was the same one I had seen before.

After taking photos with his mobile phone to preserve the evidence, Qinghai Chuantang went around to the window at the back and pushed it gently, and it opened.

Looking at this scene, Qinghai Chuantang hesitated again.

Do I really have to step into this formal door of sin?
She seemed to understand Conan's initial feelings a little.

It must have been from the initial hesitation, to a calm expression, to the final calmness of the heart, and even becoming accustomed to it.

"So many fitness equipment. It's not easy to train yourself for the perfect kill."

Qinghai Chuantang couldn't help but sigh.

When she turned around and was about to go somewhere else, she saw a man standing at the door. He looked quite short.

Hideki Ooi.

Qinghai Chuantang silently recited this person's name in his heart.

"Qinghai Chuantang."

Ooi Hideki looked at her and said expressionlessly, "That should be the name, right? The profiler. You finally found me, and you really deserve recognition."

"Unfortunately, you will die here soon, so it is a blessing for you to hear some compliments before you die."

After saying that, he closed the door, and the two of them stared at each other in this small room.

"I'm a little numb from killing those old men and women every day."

"Now that I have elastic and soft skin delivered to my doorstep, I feel inexplicably happy and relieved."

The other party took a step forward, but Qinghai Chuantang couldn't help but take a step back and swallowed his saliva.

"Mr. Ooi, we can discuss everything, right? If you suddenly change your crime pattern, you will be exposed. If the police find you, your undefeated record will be gone, right?"

"You talk too much."

Just as Ooi Hideki was about to punch her, the door was suddenly opened.

I saw a little boy standing there with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, which seemed somewhat inconsistent with his childish face.

"It is you, Mr. Locked Room Serial Killer. I recorded everything you said just now, and you can't deny it no matter what."

"Where did the child come from?"

Ooi Hideki smiled and said, "Since you are determined to die, I will have no choice but to help you. But before that, I have to deal with you first!"

Before he finished his words, Oi Hideki turned around and punched Qinghai Chuantang.

She quickly dodged to the side to avoid the opponent's attack.

Conan also took this opportunity to fire the anesthetic needle.

The moment the anesthetic needle was injected into his neck, Hideki Oi did not immediately fall into a coma.

This made Conan look shocked. Could it be that the anesthetic needle had expired?
If that's the case, then only football is left.

But the space here is too small to fully display the skills, and it is also easy to hurt others by mistake.

I have to say that Hideki Oi obviously trained seriously.

And although he is a little shorter, his bursts of strength are very powerful.

Qinghai Chuantang obviously did not look very relaxed when dealing with it.

Due to space limitations, she wouldn't have much chance of winning if she just relied on strength.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to dodge, Qinghai Chuantang took out a mobile phone from his pocket and slammed it on the other person's head.

"Have you ever heard of the big boss in the brick industry?"

This operation made Conan dumbfounded: What kind of mobile phone is of such good quality?

No, now is not the time to think about this.

Conan shook his head, trying to clear his mind.

"You wouldn't have killed him, would you?"

Qinghai Chuantang looked at him strangely, "How could he die without bleeding? He just fainted temporarily."

The most common thing in Oi Hideki's room is ropes.

Perhaps he did not think when he was playing with the ropes that one day he would use them on his body to tie himself up tightly.

"If it's just a tie-up, there's no need to use so many ropes, right?"

"You don't understand this."

Qinghai Chuantang said seriously: "You have to know that he is a serial killer. His psychology is already sick. There is no such thing as repentance. What he has left is an endless desire to kill. It seems that there is a voice in his heart telling him to 'continue'."

When Oi Hideki woke up, he found himself kneeling on the ground, tied up.

The feeling of restraint was too strong for him to break free.

The key may be that the quality of the rope you choose is too good.

"The moment you saw me, I noticed that you were angry because you guessed my identity."

"Could it be because of what I said during the interview? But maybe what I said was not wrong."

"But you actually attacked a group of weak old people. It's really unpleasant."

If Conan hadn't stopped her, she would have punched him in the face to vent her anger.

Ooi Hideki smiled.

"They are like the lowest class in society, like garbage. They are even waste, with no recycling value. They are just parasites that devour tax dollars."

It seems a little strange that a serial killer is worrying about paying taxes.

"Everyone will grow old one day. Do you think you will be an exception? Who do you think you are? Do you have the right to judge their lives at will?"

Qinghai Chuantang mocked him without any hesitation: "Judging from your appearance, you should be in your fifties, right? And you are still single at this age. I don't need to guess what made you like this."

(End of this chapter)