Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 210 Kogoro: My life is over

"How is this possible?" Kogoro stared, "I saw it with my own eyes, I saw it with my own eyes."

Torii's eyes flicked back and forth, looking at the ground for a while, the ceiling for a while, and the wall for a while.

We seem to want to see flowers in this room.

"Where's Shirai Mitsuo?" Torii turned around and asked sullenly.

"He's not on duty tonight, he's already gone back." Nakayama Kazumi, who helped Kogoro come in, replied.

Eto Tori, who is also a surgeon with Mitsuo Shirai, walked into the room.

"Detective Maori, I think you are too tired to have hallucinations, and this is the second time. Think about it, why can't a person be killed twice?"

As he spoke, he patted Mori Kogoro on the shoulder, "It's normal for mentally tired patients to see the same hallucinations repeatedly."

He talked about mental fatigue, but it was obvious what he meant.

"Could it be, I really?" Kogoro patted his forehead hard.

"Eh? Has Mr. Maori started to doubt himself?" The Crow Man stepped forward with concern, "But I believe Mr. Maori will be right."

After that, he scratched his cheek shyly, then walked to Torii Dai and whispered:

"Tori, are you starting to doubt Mr. Mori? After all, there is no corpse in the room.

"How about I come to stand on Mr. Maori's side and you stand on the opposite side, which is also fair."

After hearing what the crow man said, Torii's already gloomy face became even gloomy, and he put his index finger into his mouth and bit it hard.

Click, the sound of cracking fingernails came to his ears through his teeth, and Torii laughed sinisterly.

"Mr Maury, do you understand mental illness?"

"Ah?" Kogoro, who was suspecting that he had a mental illness, looked up blankly, "I don't really understand."

"That's good, Jie Jie, just take it as it is, the hallucinations seen by patients with schizophrenia are the same every time."

Torii took a few steps forward, facing Kogoro face to face, "I promise, you will get the proof that you don't have a mental illness tomorrow, I swear on my life, if I can't, then I will let my dead body lie in this place Room to clear your grievances."

"That's not necessary." Kogoro refused with a wave of sweat dripping from his forehead.

He felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the security guard. There was no need for this kind of thing to rise to the level of betting on his life.

What does this security guard think of his own life?
……

The next day, the drowsy Kogoro was awakened again by the sudden ringing of the alarm clock.

He woke up for a moment, got up and looked directly at the room opposite the window, not noticing that the alarm clock was half an hour late compared to yesterday and the day before yesterday.

It was those two figures again!The figure behind held the knife and quietly approached the figure in front.

This is no illusion!

Just as he was about to get up, he suddenly saw that the figure who should have been assassinated suddenly turned around, blocked the knife with one hand, and grabbed the murderer's neck with the other hand and lifted him up.

"Nani!?" Kogoro rubbed his eyes, then recovered his senses and rushed out of the room.

Leaning on crutches, he hopped past the front desk and shouted loudly, "Call the police, call the police, someone has killed someone!"

"Ah, here again?" The nurse who was originally in this hospital looked at her new colleague, "Hemei, do we still have to call the police?"

Kazumi, who was writing the document, didn't raise her head, "No need, let's talk about it when we see the corpse."

I haven't stepped into a normal society for a long time, and when the freshness wears off, all that's left is incompatibility and discomfort.

Isn't it possible that someone died? Why call the police?You can tidy up whatever you want.

Mori Kogoro pushed open the door of the warehouse, but it was pitch black inside, with no lights and no dead bodies.

"This, this is impossible."

Torii leaned over from behind, "Mr. Mori, did you see the same scene again?"

"No, it's different this time. The person who was supposed to be the victim this time killed the murderer instead." Kogoro said in an affirmative tone.

"Crack." Torii clapped his hands together, and smiled sinisterly, "That's right, Mr. Mori, you don't have a mental illness at all, and the hallucination of being different is the proof."

"Yes, is it?" Mouri Kogoro's mouth twitched.

If he originally suspected that he had a 50.00% chance of having a mental problem, now he thinks it may be more than 80.00%.

"Of course it is." Seeing that Kogoro was still not confident, Torii smiled and helped him up.

"Don't worry, I promise you won't see the same scene tomorrow. Now, you can rest in peace and look forward to tomorrow."

……

On the third night, he forgot to take his medicine, and the alarm clock didn't ring. The insomniac Kogoro looked out the window with his straight-haired panda eyes.

The two figures fought fiercely with each other, you stabbed and I shot, it was like a fierce battle for hundreds of rounds.

Just when Mori Kogoro instinctively wanted to get out of bed, the two figures stopped fighting and began to fight and dance. They couldn't kill anyone like this.

"Tired, destroy it, I don't care." Mori Kogoro closed his eyes and lay back on the bed.

At dawn, the disheveled Kogoro picked up his phone and called Xiaolan and Conan over.

"Lan, listen carefully, this family will be handed over to you in the future, you have to take good care of Conan, and remember to ask your mother for living expenses."

Kogoro said in a tonality.

"What's wrong with you? Why do you say that? What happened, Dad?" Xiaolan was nervous and amused.

"I think, I may have an extremely serious mental problem." Mori Kogoro leaned on the erected pillow hopelessly.

If it is said that the initial killing scene was done by someone for a certain purpose through a certain method, then the subsequent scenes only made him feel illogical.

It could only be that he has a mental problem.

Torii and Crowman, who were eavesdropping at the door, were whispering.

"Your plan." Crow Man seemed a little embarrassed, "Did it fail?"

"It failed, but it didn't fail completely. It succeeded halfway. That's good, balanced, that's fair." Torii's five fingers moved his left wrist one after another.

Originally, his plan was to make Kogoro lose his vigilant response to the hallucinations and stop talking to him, so that no matter what the purpose of Mitsuo Shirai who created this "illusion" was, Kogoro could no longer be involved.

As a famous detective, it is normal for Kogoro to feel confused at first, but after a few days of observation, he can also find something is wrong, knowing that it was made by someone through a certain method.

Then through the dance fight last night, I thought it was just someone's prank.

In this way, Kogoro was completely removed from the incident, and he no longer doubted his mental problems.

But Kogoro didn't seem to notice this trick, and instead became more suspicious of his own mental problems.

This is strange.

"It's better to change the plan." Torii shook his head and walked to the "secret meeting room". He wanted to call Fu Jiang to apply for a murder permit.

The people who stayed after being screened meant that Fu Jiang was optimistic about people, and he didn't want to do this.

But now, it's the best way for Kogoro to keep himself safe and stop doubting his own mental health.

At the same time, through Kogoro's description, Conan keenly noticed something was wrong.

He first came to the warehouse.

"Huh? This is."

He squatted in front of the window and rubbed the ground with his index finger, "The dust is only as thick as the window, and it was sprinkled on purpose. It seems that someone else is investigating this matter."

Conan patted the dust off his hands, "There is no trace of being trampled on, which means that there is indeed no one in this room."

Then, except for the possibility that Uncle Maori had hallucinations, there is only one possibility.

He opened the window, stretched out half of his body, and scanned the window.

A room diagonally opposite, like a warehouse, is different from this one, with a lot of things piled up, and the windows are wide open.

"Could it be. I know!"

Conan's eyes lit up and he ran to that room.

Looking at the mannequin on the ground, Conan smiled confidently.

"Sure enough, as I expected, after the window on the right side of this room is opened to the maximum, the direction of reflected light is directly facing the window of the room opposite Uncle Maori.

"So, this warehouse full of things is the so-called 'killing, dancing, fighting and entertainment' scene!"

(End of this chapter)