Chapter 59 Awakening from the dream
Chapter 59 Awakening from the dream
Makoto Ohira put the rag into the water to scrub it, but then she heard a noise.
She looked up and saw Qinghai Chuantang standing at the door.
Makoto Ohira smiled and greeted the other party.
But in just a few hours, the house was cleaned up and felt brand new.
Even the bloodstains on the floor were wiped clean, as if the tragedy had never happened.
"After cleaning it up like this, it feels different, which is pretty good."
Hearing the other party's praise, Makoto Ohira showed obvious joy.
"Because Inspector Megure said it was ready to be cleaned up, I cleaned it up a bit. But there is still a lot to clean up, it will be done in a few days."
Having said that, Makoto Ohira stood up and wiped her hands on her apron.
He asked with some confusion: "But it's so late, what can you do for you?"
After being reminded by the other party, Qinghai Chuantang suddenly remembered the purpose of his visit.
She took out an envelope from her bosom and handed it to the other party.
Ohira Makoto smiled and said, "Well, it's okay to give it to me later."
"I think you already know the situation. To put it bluntly, you need to find a new job now, although it's a bit regrettable."
"But I thought you might need the money, so I sent it here as soon as possible."
Makoto Ohira's face froze.
"Find a new job? What do you mean?"
Qinghai Chuantang took a few steps and looked around.
No wonder there is a style inside that doesn't belong to this house.
"The house has been sold, and Ms. Liangxiang will be sent to a professional nursing home in the future."
"Mr. Yasushi's no-approach order has been lifted and his inheritance rights have been recognized."
The implication is that the house no longer belongs to her.
Makoto Ohira showed an expression of disbelief.
"The whole family died in this house. Who would buy such a haunted house?"
Some people even specialize in selling haunted houses.
Of course, Qinghai Chuantang did not say this.
"It is said that this place will be demolished and a new one will be built."
"how can that be possible?"
Makoto Ohira still found it a little unconvincing.
She walked up to Shimazu Ryoka and said with a wry smile: "Grandma only eats the food I cook, so Mr. Yasushi said that I can stay and take care of her forever."
She hoped that the other party would tell her that what he said just now was just a joke.
"If you just add more sugar, the food in the nursing home will taste delicious."
Qinghai Chuantang picked up the photo frame on the cabinet and looked at it.
I don’t know when, the family photo turned into Makoto Ohira’s face.
"You thought that if you left behind a good and obedient grandma and killed all the other family members, you could stay here forever, right?"
Qinghai Chuantang turned around and looked at the other party.
He continued, "I put away the original photo frame and couldn't wait to put it up in my house. Unfortunately, it doesn't look very harmonious with the house."
As she spoke, her hands loosened slightly.
"stop!"
Makoto Ohira quickly spoke up to stop him.
Qinghai Chuantang really did as she wished and put the photo frame back.
But instead of hanging it properly, the photo frame was turned upside down, as if hiding the person in the photo.
"So, you killed them, right? You killed that family of four by yourself."
While they were talking, Sato quietly appeared in the corner.
If I find anything wrong, I will step forward to stop it immediately.
That's why she is so fearless.
"Each of them is just like being alone. They don't care about each other and don't even know that their family members have been killed."
As she spoke, Ohira Makoto looked at her.
"Those people have no right to live in this house."
"With such a big house and such beautiful scenery, you don't know how to enjoy it, you don't know how to appreciate it, and you're wasting it all."
“Why not leave it to someone who really understands?”
Qinghai Chuantang found it funny. Who gave her the courage to be so self-righteous?
"Then you and your son are qualified?"
Makoto Ohira looked up at the crystal chandelier above and felt dreamy.
“From the moment I saw this house for the first time, I knew it was the house I had dreamed of owning for a long time.”
"Sunshine, waves, courtyard, terrace. My husband, Zhuang Jie, also likes it here very much."
Makoto Ohira lowered her head, looking a little sad.
"Although we can only enjoy this short time during the day, we really feel very happy."
"But."
Makoto Ohira changed her expression instantly and looked at Qinghai Chuantang.
He said in a cold tone: "After being here for a long time, I find it increasingly inconvenient."
"This is my dream home, which I decorated with my own hands. But why, why is my son hiding under the dark bed?"
She walked around, touching the ornaments she had put up not long ago.
“This is my dream home.”
It's almost reached the point of madness.
"You've gone mad."
Makoto Ohira was stunned and looked at her.
"Delusion caused by strong stimulation in the past, forgetting reality and clinging to unattainable fantasies."
I don’t know if it was because of this sentence that irritated her, but Ohira Makoto immediately rushed over, picked up the fruit knife on the table, and pointed it at Qinghai Chuantang.
"You call me crazy? Do you think you understand everything?"
Ohira Makoto smiled and said, "Then answer me, why do my husband and daughter want to die? We just have a very small, very small wish."
"I just want a beautiful house where our family of four can live happily. Why? Why did our happiness disappear?"
"Answer me. Answer me—"
She saw Makoto Ohira rushing towards her with a knife.
Fortunately, Sato had already slowly approached her when she took the knife, so he was able to stop her and snatch the fruit knife from her hand.
Makoto Ohira knelt on the ground, crying.
"Why did my happiness disappear? Why did happiness disappear in an instant?"
"The answer to this question may only be found by you yourself."
Makoto Ohira was stunned and looked up at the other person.
“Everyone loves to dream, and everyone has the right to dream.”
“But some people can distinguish between dreams and reality, while others blend reality and dreams into one.”
"Everyone dreams to different degrees, just like when you were a kid you always thought the room was big, but when you grow up you think the room is small."
"I used to be a dreamer, too, though not to the degree you are."
"But I will also decorate the house myself and put my favorite ornaments on it, so that it does not look like a cold house, but a 'home' with temperature and warmth."
"But later, I set fire to the house myself because I knew that dreams are just dreams after all."
So the dream ended.
Broken dream.
Makoto Ohira was stunned for a long time and shed tears again.
"My dream disappeared"
She said softly.
Why does happiness disappear in an instant?
No one can answer this question now, and perhaps no one will in the future.
1:10 am.
Qinghai Chuantang returned home.
This time seemed too early for her in the past.
After all, they are people who often appear in the night. Perhaps just like vampires, the night is their stage and the environment on which they depend for survival.
"There will be a charity dinner at the Beihu Hotel tomorrow, and you can taste the cakes I made. So you will come, right?"
There is a big smiley face drawn on the lower right corner of the postcard, which looks quite cute.
The look of anticipation seems to allow one to guess what the other person looked like when he or she wrote this postcard.
Along with the business card, there was also an invitation to a charity dinner hosted by Kawano Kawahisa.
"It is said that American star Sharon's daughter 'Chris' will also be here, maybe you can catch a glimpse of her."
At the end of the sentence, a naughty tilde was drawn.
Sharon Chris Belmode.
I think the occasion that allows her to attend must be very important.
"It seems that this is not a charity dinner, but a meeting of the Black Organization members. So, what is your goal?"
If it were Conan, he would probably face it positively.
So, should we give this invitation to him?
Qinghai Chuantang hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to hand it over to the other party.
Just consider it as compensation for the misunderstanding I have had with him.
At 7:35 in the morning, Qinghai Chuantang sent a text message to Conan and informed him of the situation.
What's the best way to get Conan to go somewhere?
Xiaolan, case. The Black Organization.
At 7:48, Conan arrived at her door.
He was panting, which was enough to show how hard he was trying.
"Does the letter really say this?"
He asked anxiously.
"Come in first and then we'll talk."
After walking in, Qinghai Chuantang picked up the postcard and invitation letter on the table and handed them to the other party.
"The organizer is 'Kawano Kawahisa', the president of Kawahisa Law Firm."
"And that charity dinner was held on the 7th floor of the Beihu Hotel, and many well-known figures were invited to attend."
"Of course, there are more than just these, there are also some ordinary people, but most of them have participated in volunteer activities or something like that."
"People like me who received the invitation letter probably got it through the back door."
But logically speaking, Kogoro Mori should be invited to such a banquet, after all, he is famous.
In response, Conan explained: "Because Aunt Eri's opponent once was someone from Kawakuni Law Firm. The other party suffered a loss at her hands, so naturally she would not invite anyone related to her to come."
As expected, it is Eri Kisaki who is known as the "undefeated queen of the legal world".
"If what is said above is true, they should make a big move. But who will be their target?"
Conan thought about it.
Perhaps we can only analyze it if we find the guest list.
"Can't it be a simple charity dinner?"
Although some scenes are already commonplace.
But if this continues, it's easy to start wondering if you've been cursed, as if you've been possessed by the god of death.
(End of this chapter)