Chapter 47 The real murderer

Chapter 47 The real murderer

Chapter 47 The real murderer

"This should be the first time we meet, profiler. I didn't expect it to be in this way."

After Terauchi Hitoshi finished speaking, he turned and looked into the darkness: "You can come out now."

The figure walked out.

He was holding a black iron box in his hands and wearing gloves.

Although I have never seen her, I can tell her name just by thinking about her - Terauchi Yoshiyo.

“I didn’t expect the prey to walk into the trap itself.”

Terauchi Yoshiyo looked at his hands, then looked up at Qinghai Chuantang and said with a smile: "If you can promise not to scream, maybe I can consider tearing the thing off your mouth."

Qinghai Chuantang naturally chose to nod.

Terauchi Yoshiyo gestured, and the man stepped forward and removed the tape from her mouth.

He stood behind her silently. He looked tall and strong, so it was no wonder that he swung the stick so hard.

"So the two people that Ooi Hideki was referring to are you and your spouse?"

Terauchi Yoshiyo smiled, as if mocking her naivety.

"What you should think about now is not who is the culprit, but who is going to die. After all, you are going to die soon, so you should worry about yourself."

"But I do admire your courage. The other guys gave it to you, so maybe I can give you a chance to survive."

"Really?" Qinghai Chuantang smiled.

"If it would give us greater pleasure than just killing someone, we can spare your life."

Terauchi Yoshiyo smiled and began to count the past with his fingers: "Some guy danced, and some woman just cried. But there was a guy who did a good job before, so we spared her life."

The couple smiled at each other, looking like they had a perfect understanding.

"Akimoto Tomoko? She was almost killed by you guys not long ago."

"Will good luck last forever? Once is enough."

"It's a shame that you actually contacted the police to set up an ambush, but we also happened to find out a little bit, so we only let Dazhu go."

"When I think about how that guy killed his friend in order to protect himself, I find it very interesting."

Terauchi Yoshiyo smiled, which made Qinghai Chuantang feel creepy.

"You won't live long anyway, because you'll be smiling at death soon. After we kill you, we'll go and kill her again."

"Perhaps those stupid guys will still think they have found the 'truth'."

Hitoshi Terauchi walked towards her and raised the utility knife in his hand.

The knife was about to fall.

At this critical moment, the sound of sirens suddenly sounded outside, and someone was leaning against the window calling her name.

Terauchi Hitoshi and Terauchi Yoshiyo retreated a lot.

"What are you still doing?"

The big man behind reacted, walked up quickly and picked up the black box on the ground, then picked up Terauchi Yoshiyo and left.

Conan shouted, "Hey! Don't try to escape!"

But after running down the stairs, Conan paused, or rather hesitated.

Qinghai Chuantang's forehead was hit hard, and blood flowed down, with a few drops falling on his collar.

He finally chose to stop.

He found a pair of scissors and cut the ropes that bound her hands.

When Qinghai Chuantang and Conan ran out of the back door and stood on the street, they saw that the street was empty and there seemed to be nothing.

"Damn it! They got away."

Conan clenched his fists, wishing it could be faster.

"Thank you, Detective."

Conan was stunned, only to see the other person staring at him.

He seemed to have guessed something.

He said seriously, "For a detective, there is no way to ignore life. If you abandon a wounded person and only care about the murderer, that is not what a detective should do."

"But are you okay with your injury?"

"It's not bad. Since Inspector Megure and his men have arrived, I hope they can find something useful in that warehouse."

Fingerprints, footprints. Traces of crime.

However, none of these were found under the luminol reaction.

The moment the lights were turned on, Qinghai Chuantang instantly understood the reason.

There was a large piece of plastic sheeting on the ground, almost covering the entire ground.

It seems that they are really a hardworking couple. They always change their weapons after committing a crime.

"I didn't find anything. Isn't this the place?"

Megure Jusan stroked his chin and fell into deep thought.

Qing Haichuantang pointed to his forehead and said, "Inspector Megure, the evidence is irrefutable. That couple almost killed me."

"Miss Tang, you misunderstood. That's not what I meant."

Megure Juzo explained that she thought the other party thought she had made a false report to the police.

"I think it's because of the plastic sheet on the ground. If we replace it with a new one, the previous traces won't be found anyway."

"Conan?" Megure Jusan looked at the person who spoke in surprise, "Why are you here so late?"

"this."

Conan scratched his head with a wry smile and came up with a lame excuse: "Because I was playing hide-and-seek with Sister Xiaotang, and I didn't expect it to be so late all of a sudden."

Megure Juzo looked at him, his eyes full of suspicion, and his face full of "I don't believe it".

"Inspector Megure."

Qinghai Chuantang tried to divert the other party's attention, so he asked, "How did Dazhu get adopted by that couple? Have you investigated it?"

"When we were trapped here before, besides the two of them, there was also a strange man. I suspect he was also adopted by them."

It turns out that Hitoshi Terauchi once worked in an institution for people with disabilities, and Daizhu was the child he met at that time.

Later, the barrier agency was abolished due to a loss of support.

Since Daizhu had nowhere to go, Terauchi Hitoshi took him in and asked him to help with some chores.

And that institution for the disabled is called Maple Leaf Welfare Home.

Qinghai Chuantang found someone who used to work in that welfare home.

"At first it was a welfare facility for the disabled, then it was for the mentally disabled, then the homeless, everything."

After saying this, Kaoru Mochida opened a drawer beside her and took out a photo album.

“This is a photo from thirty years ago.”

Mochida Kaoru said, opening the album, finding one of the photos, pointing at a person on it and saying, "He is Daizhu."

"Although I can't remember the face clearly, when I saw the name on the news, I remembered it immediately."

In the photo, there was a man and a woman standing next to Dazhu, and they looked somewhat familiar.

“These two people are.”

"Them. One is called Terauchi Hitoshi, and the other is Chiba Yoshiyo. Chiba Yoshiyo was a nurse, and we worked together at the time. Terauchi was the cleaner in the hospital at the time."

Qinghai Chuantang felt a little strange, "Were they husband and wife at the time?"

"How is that possible?" Mochida Kaoru said with a smile, "From what I know, the educational background of the two is quite different, and the age gap is also quite large."

It’s not Terauchi Yoshiyo, it’s Shiba Yoshiyo.

They were never a couple.

Thirty years ago——

One child accidentally bumped into Zhi Jiashi while running and jumping, causing the tray in her hand to fall to the ground and spilling water all over the floor.

The child was very scared at the time, fearing that the other party would blame him.

Unexpectedly, Zhi Jiashi hugged him and comforted him: "Even if the world has abandoned you, at least you still have me now."

By the dead of night, the children were all in a deep sleep.

Zhi Jiashi quietly walked in, came to the side of the child from before, and grabbed his neck, tightening it hard.

"It's all because of you. The floor is dirty. I should have been more careful."

When the boy in his arms stopped struggling, Zhi Jiaye revealed a strange smile.

Just when she raised her head inadvertently, she found someone in the room opposite looking at her.

The next morning, the child was taken away.

That day, Hitoshi Terauchi was called to paint the walls. Unexpectedly, he painted the walls red, which made the dean very unhappy.

It was also at that time that Kaoru Mochida and Yoshiyo Shiba learned that he was color blind.

Unable to distinguish between blue and yellow and can only see red, which is commonly known as: blue-yellow color blindness.

Someone dies almost every day.

Most of the people in Maple Leaf Welfare Home are patients, which leads to no one investigating the cause.

Suddenly one day, the dean disappeared.

At that time, the subsidies issued would also disappear.

Because the amount was so large, everyone thought that the dean had absconded with the money.

After that, some things happened and the Maple Leaf Welfare Home was closed.

After the welfare home was closed, a small number of them were taken away by their families, while most of them had no record of changing their residence elsewhere.

"Because they can only see bright red, they get excited when they see blood and then cut with a knife."

At this time, Qinghai Chuantang had already returned to his home.

While she was thinking about it, she suddenly received a message and someone sent her a video.

The man in the video was the one who had knocked him unconscious before.

His expression was somewhat painful, with many scratches on his body, and he looked like he was about to die at any moment.

The camera slowly moves downwards, and a sign is seen hanging on his body, which reads: You are given two hours. If you don't arrive within two hours, one person will die every hour. Only you are allowed to come.

Then the camera continued to move and she saw many children sitting on the ground.

Then the camera continued to move, and I saw the timer on the table counting down.

The video ends here and doesn't seem to give much information.

It seemed like someone had written something on the wall.

After enlarging the screenshot, the only text seen on it was "Maple Leaf".

Qinghai Chuantang quickly searched for the location of Maple Leaf Welfare Home: Jinnan Mountain.

"It takes at least an hour to drive from here, damn it!"

Hope it's not too late.

This was Qinghai Chuantang’s first thought after getting on the car.

Otherwise she would feel guilty if that person really died because of her.

Qinghai Chuantang now regrets why he didn't buy a sports car or something at that time.

Even though she had stepped on the accelerator to the point where the tires were about to burn out, she still felt it was too slow.

Faster, faster—

(End of this chapter)