Chapter 71 They are all murderers

Chapter 71 They are all murderers

Chapter 71 They are all murderers

The victim two months ago was named Mihashi Tsunashige.

The same person appeared in the video five years ago.

The second victim was named Aika Tamura.

Now, the third victim has emerged: Goro Muramatsu, male, 32 years old, professional golf player.

In the video from five years ago, a man carrying a golf bag passed by the two people.

As he put the golf bag into the trunk, he took one look and then drove away from the scene.

"The victim's name is 'Furuyama Serika'. She only has one father, 'Furuyama Keiji', who is a crew member of a long-distance fishing boat."

"I have never had a fixed residence. My household registration was cancelled two years ago. I have been living abroad for a long time and rarely return home."

After watching the video several times, Qinghai Chuantang asked, "Was the first victim someone from the language school?"

Gao Mu was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "It is indeed from the language school. But Miss Tang, how did you know?"

He remembered information about the first victim but didn't tell her, right?
Qing Haichuantang paused the screen, pointed his mouse at the folder in Mitsuhashi Tsunashige's hand and said, "Look, the name of the language school is printed on it."

"Ms. Aika was wearing a bank employee uniform, so it was easy to find her. As for Mr. Muramatsu, his license plate number was captured in the video."

Therefore, the victim was killed based on the obviousness of the clues.

"So, then the murderer is indeed Miss Serika's father?"

No, that's not the right question.

"In that case, everyone in the video will become the murderer's next target?"

Qing Hai Chuan Tang nodded, "So Officer Gao Mu, please bring the message back as soon as possible and protect these people."

"I see. Thank you very much, Miss Tang."

It’s not that people are indifferent, but that they are aware of their own abilities.

And there is no guarantee that if someone dies as a result, their relatives and friends will be very sad and upset.

If I had met Kudo Shinichi five years ago, perhaps the ending would have been different.

After all, that person is a person who puts "life first" and is willing to save others even at the cost of his own life.

It sounds like a passionate pursuit of justice, but also a bit silly.

"By the way, besides the people in the video, is there anyone else you forgot?"

Qinghai Chuantang found the video again, slowed it down by 1 times, and began to watch it carefully.

"Hey uncle, please move aside, the filming is almost over——"

The glass reflected his clothes and the name tag on his chest: Chiaki Otaki.

"I didn't expect you to have watched that video, too?"

Hearing the other party talking about it, Chiaki Otaki showed an excited expression, pointed at himself and said: "I took that video."

The tone was full of pride.

"Later, I don't know who uploaded it, but it received a lot of hits. Isn't that exciting?"

After finishing speaking, Otaki Chiaki sighed softly, his tone becoming somewhat regretful: "If someone hadn't blocked us at the end, we might have been able to finish filming it."

"If the little girl's parents saw this, they would be heartbroken."

"Maybe."

Chiaki Otaki looked at the taxi driver in front of him and smiled.

"But who is to blame for her bad luck? Can anyone be blamed for this?"

Keiji Furuyama's eyes were filled with bloodshot, and he seemed to be enduring something.

The image of Chiaki Otaki was reflected in the rearview mirror inside the car.

Not a trace of regret.

"I have a daughter who is about the same age as her. She started to have a rebellious phase when she was very young, which gave me a lot of worries."

"But it's also my fault. I used to be a sailor at sea and didn't have much time to spend with her. I didn't leave any good memories for my daughter."

"Is she sensible now?"

"She's dead."

After a while, Keiji Furuyama continued, "Five years ago."

Maple Forest Mountain is very large, so large that the three bodies were found in different places, far apart from each other.

Therefore, this place also became a good hunting ground for him.

Otaki Chiaki's mouth was sealed with tape and he could only make whimpering sounds.

His hands were tied in front of him, his feet were tied with ropes, and he was laid horizontally on the ground.

Looking at the man holding the hammer, getting closer and closer to me.

"Now, it's your turn—"

As he said this, Keiji Furuyama raised the hammer and hit him on the head.

Fortunately, Chiaki Otaki rolled over and dodged it in time.

"Then run. Let me see if you can escape."

The ropes on his feet were untied, and the other party seemed to really want to let him go.

Otaki Chiaki didn't hesitate at all and immediately ran forward, wanting to escape from this damn place!
Keiji Furuyama dropped the hammer in his hand, picked up the crossbow beside him, and chased after him.

It was pitch black inside the mountain, but unlike the road, there were no dim lights.

And when it is dark, the only light becomes salvation.

While running, Chiaki Otaki saw a bright light not far away, as if there was someone holding a flashlight in front of him.

So he ran towards the light, eager to be redeemed.

But as he got closer, he despaired.

How can this be a person holding a flashlight?

It was clearly a puppet tied to a tree with a flashlight tied to its body to attract others.

attract?

Otaki Chiaki was stunned and seemed to understand something.

All of this is a trap.

His legs went weak and he knelt on the ground. Only two words remained in his mind: despair.

Gradually, he heard footsteps approaching him.

"You think that light can save your life?"

"Bad luck? Who can you blame? That person is my daughter. She is unique in the world and a rare treasure."

Keiji Furuyama's face was filled with anger. "Why did you all choose to stand by and watch when she was hurt?"

"In the eyes of a bastard like you, it's just a good show that makes people applaud, right?"

Chiaki Otaki was completely speechless and could only shake his head desperately.

"You bastards are murderers!"

Keiji Furuyama held a crossbow and slowly approached him.

"Don't move-"

Suddenly, a large number of police officers appeared around him, some holding flashlights, some holding guns, aiming at him.

"Don't come over!"

Keiji Furuyama aimed his crossbow at the person next to him and said fiercely, "If you dare to come over, I will kill this guy."

"In broad daylight, on a busy street. With so many people around, not one person reached out to help her!"

"No, not a single one!"

he roared.

"When a person was shouting for help again and again, when she was stabbed by the other party again and again, none of these guys dared to come forward to help her!"

"What do they need eyes for? What do they need ears for?"

"It's because of them that my Serika died!"

Just then, a figure seemed to pounce towards him.

Keiji Furuyama raised his crossbow and shot.

After hitting the target, he finally saw it clearly. Unexpectedly, it was just a coat.

When the surrounding police officers saw this situation, they immediately rushed forward and pinned him down.

In the end, Keiji Furuyama was taken back to the police station.

"Mr. Furuyama, although we can understand your behavior, the murderer who killed Miss Serika has been tried by the law and sentenced to a heavy sentence by the court. Why are you..."

"I can't forgive them."

Keiji Furuyama's eyes were moist. "No matter how far I go to sea, I can never forget that video. So many people avoided her like a pest."

Although the streets were full of pedestrians, the place was even more terrifying than the uninhabited mountains and forests.

"She begged so hard, begging people to save her, but no one came."

There were so many people in this world, but in an instant, it seemed as if she was the only one left in the world.

Perhaps there needs to be a reason to kill someone.

But if I want to save someone, I don’t need a reason. After all, my body’s subconscious reaction has already made the decision for me.

Walking on the street, looking at the desolate streets, a withered yellow leaf fell at my feet.

Qinghai Chuantang picked up the leaves and looked at them blankly.

Suddenly, a smile appeared.

He said to himself, "If I had been there, I would have saved the girl. After all, I have the ability to do so."

"You can protect yourself, or you can save her."

"But the nature of that incident is different from that of the Silver-haired Killer."

One rescued an innocent person who was being targeted by an indiscriminate killer; the other rescued a serial killer who had taken several lives and might even cause the deaths of more innocent people.

A breeze blew, and it was a bit chilly.

Qinghai Chuantang loosened its grip slightly, allowing the wind to carry it further away.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, making her hair a little messy.

Reluctantly, he reached out and tidied his hair, making it smooth again.

"Little friend Conan, so we are not the same kind of people after all."

I will save a girl who is threatened, but I will not save a silver-haired murderer who has taken several lives.

It takes courage to face the pain of others.

You never know what will happen after you make a decision.

If you happen to save the other person, he or she may be grateful to you and even feel that everything is worth it.

But if you happen not to save the other person, you will face all kinds of accusations, which will torture you to the point of driving you crazy.

Or they may lose their lives, leaving their parents in tears, having to see their loved ones die.

"The person who felt guilty once did something righteous. But the person who didn't repent finally survived. It's really ironic to think about it."

Then let him live with guilt for the rest of his life.

A voice in my heart told me this clearly.

"It is indeed a good idea to let him live with a sense of guilt for the rest of his life and accept the beating and torture of his conscience."

The Qinghai Begonia looked up at the sky, which seemed to be slightly red.

"But do people like that really still have a 'conscience'?"

She seems to be becoming more sentimental lately.

It is precisely because I have enough ability that I feel that I have a responsibility.

Otherwise, why are all the ones who fly superhuman?

(End of this chapter)