Ke Xue World: The Confrontation between Black and Red

It was exactly the same as what Vermouth thought.

With the help of the detectives, the gentleman in a suit who was stupid enough to leave his prayer letter near the crime scene was soon exposed as the murderer.

The victim's cell phone found in the man's shirt folder became irrefutable evidence that confirmed the man's identity as the murderer.

The classic trilogy of kneeling, crying, and confessing is staged again, and a love story full of misunderstandings and sad themes comes to an end.

The man in a suit discovered that his girlfriend had frequently talked to others behind his back and mistakenly believed that she was cheating on him. He killed her after seeing the prayer note the police found in her clothes.

It said that he wished everything went well on the trip and hoped that after the trip, he could propose successfully and start a happy family with his lover.

He knelt on the ground in grief, crying without any manner.

Many sentimental people expressed sadness and regret, lamenting the fickleness of fate, which caused a pair of lovers who should have had a happy ending to end up separated by death and end up in regret.

Noticing that even many policemen showed expressions of emotion, Asaka withdrew her gaze with disdain and told Kikumasamune to leave quickly.

If he stayed any longer, he was afraid that he would not be able to hold back and vomit.

If we stay here for too long, even a fool will become abnormal, so we should leave quickly.

Because of the close distance, Vermouth could see the man crying clearly and walked away two steps with disgust.

But the irritation caused by the noise pollution can still be felt, making the already serious face of Vermouth even colder.

While she was wondering why the police hadn't dragged out this noisy and unsightly man, she set her eyes on her angel, intending to clean her eyes.

Then Vermouth discovered that the emotion revealed on her Angel's face was not the emotion and regret expressed by many people, but a faint sadness.

Following the gaze of Mouri Ran, Vermouth looked at the prayer letter held in the hand of the man in the suit. The letter was not stained with blood, but was much redder than blood.

I guessed that her Angel was feeling sad for the woman who had lost her life and was now being sympathized by the man by offering her confession wrapped in love.

However, this tactic is very useful and effective for the police and judges who respect male chauvinism.

All it takes is a heartfelt performance to reduce one's sentence from more than five years to less than five years. Who wouldn't be affectionate?

Feeling it was very boring, Vermouth didn't want to continue watching the man's clumsy performance, so she turned and slowly walked away towards the hotel elevator.

When Conan returned to Xiaolan, he also realized that the man who was crying bitterly at the moment was not truly repentant.

Love and not love are really obvious.

The former Kudo Shinichi might have been difficult to tell, but today's Conan didn't hear even a hint of love in the man's heart-wrenching cry.

If you really love your girlfriend, why would you conclude that she is cheating on you just based on her secret phone calls without any questioning or confirmation, and then be so cruel as to kill her?

Conan doesn't think that's love.

Love is protection. Even if you are not the one she loves, you still wish her all the best.

Even though he cannot be by her side and walk with her, he still hopes that she will be happy in a world without him.

Doing harmful things under the guise of love is not love, it is desire, the desire for exclusivity, and the desire for control.

It is an addictive poison that breaks free from the constraints of reason, is wrapped in a layer of sugar coating in the name of love, and paralyzes the self.

Most of the young policemen were moved, but the experienced older policemen were not at all moved. They had seen too many people like this.

The crying man was eventually handcuffed by the police and put into the police car outside the hotel entrance. The Fukuoka police led by Inspector Murashita also began to gradually withdraw.

The hotel manager who personally escorted them to the elevator and watched the elevator door close was terrified for a long time, but finally couldn't help showing an expression of relief.

But it only lasted for a moment.

After turning around and seeing Ooka Hongye sitting in the corner of the lounge with a cold face and not saying a word from beginning to end, the hotel manager immediately put away his facial expression and didn't even dare to breathe.

After the red leaves of Ooka had finally left and the weather was clear and crisp in autumn, there was not a single dry spot on the hotel manager's shirt.

The hotel manager touched his sparse hair on top of his head which was greasy due to sweat, and cursed himself for being unlucky today. At the same time, he asked his men to clean up the crime scene and report the matter to his superiors.

Not long after, the head of the Ooka family in Kyoto received the relevant information.

He was both expecting and surprised by this.

It is normal for problems to arise in a large-scale event that brings together more than a hundred people including treasure hunters, detectives, media reporters, etc.

Especially since there are detectives who cannot be understood by common sense.

However, a murder occurred on the second day. Should we say that murders are more likely to happen in places where detectives gather, or is it that someone among them is born to be unlucky for the Ooka family?

The head of the Ooka family, who was secretly leaning towards the latter, picked up the phone beside him with a serious face and started to make a call, deciding to add more security to this competition.

At the same time, in Kita-ku, Tochigi Prefecture, there is a Japanese-style house with an old appearance and extremely high construction standards.

The tightly closed doors and windows blocked most of the sunlight outside, and the light coming in through the yellowed window paper allowed only a vague glimpse of the general furnishings in the house.

A large vertical screen painted with landscapes, flowers and birds blocks out a lot of the already dim light in the room.

In a silence where one dares not even breathe hard,

Behind the screen, accompanied by the sound of very light fabric rubbing against each other, a bluish-white hand with several wrinkles on the back began to flip through the documents that had just been delivered.

The subtle sound of flipping papers was extremely clear in this quiet and dim space, and soon the sound of turning pages stopped.

The man kneeling outside the screen lowered his head, quietly waiting for his master's instructions.

"Bozhi's heart is still too soft, you go and help him."

A deep and calm voice came from behind the screen.

"Yes."

The man responded and quickly left the room.

...

The occurrence of the murder did have a certain impact on the contestants of the treasure hunt competition.

In the next two days, most of the contestants hardly stayed in the hot spring hotel except for staying overnight.

The free hot spring coupons located on the floor where the crime occurred were stuffed directly into the corners of many people's luggage bags.

Some contestants who tried to take their families and children out for a free trip chose to withdraw from the treasure hunt competition on the afternoon of the incident.

Then, I took the various comfort coupons given by the Ooka Foundation, contentedly took my family and children, and carried the luggage I brought with me, and started my free tour in Fukuoka.

The original forty-one participating teams were reduced to eighteen.

Even so, there are still nine teams composed of specially invited guests and not fully staffed.

Of the more than one hundred contestants who were so busy, only half of them were gone in one afternoon.

Having witnessed this actual emergency with her own eyes, Ooka Hongye finally realized the huge difference between a plan on paper and actual operations.

When making the plan, Ooka Hongye could never have imagined that such a situation would happen.

At this time, the strength of the Ooka Foundation's project execution team was revealed.

As soon as the murder occurred, the execution team immediately anticipated the possibility of a large-scale withdrawal of contestants.

Therefore, they quickly greeted the media reporters who were filming and reporting on the treasure hunt and asked them to put a stop to the murder.

At the same time, they made various preparations to appease those who withdrew from the competition, so as to prevent them from becoming dissatisfied and making a big fuss about the murder and spreading all kinds of rumors, which would affect their tourism business during the upcoming red leaf season.

At the same time, they worked overtime overnight and made corresponding modifications to the upcoming schedule, adding a new puzzle about the red leaf treasure in Osaka, the next treasure hunt point.

Relevant clues can be found on the parchment treasure map, which is the token of this competition.

Then, here comes the key point.

The team that solves the puzzle first and finds the token of victory will receive the prize that the Ooka Foundation promised when it held the treasure hunt competition.

That is, a rubbing of an ancient book about the red leaf treasure collected by the previous head of the Ooka family, and a prize of 10 million yen.

They will also receive a red jadeite ring called Red Leaf Love from the Ooka Foundation’s gem collection.

And the prize money, originally set at 10 million yen, has now doubled to 20 million yen.

As soon as the new treasure hunt rules came out, all that remained in Kogoro Mori's eyes were money symbols.

He didn't care about rubbings of ancient books or anything like that, but he cared a lot about the prize money that instantly increased to 20 million yen and the precious red jadeite ring.

midnight,

Conan, who was once again unable to sleep because of Kogoro Mouri's talking and laughter, sat up from the bed holding the quilt.

Looking at Kogoro Mouri, who was on the bed next to him, he seemed to be swimming in the ocean of money, paddling with his hands and feet, shouting excitedly, "I'm rich, I'm rich..." with an obsessed smile on his face.

Conan, with a head full of angry hair, looked away speechlessly, thought for a moment, and decided to go to the living room to drink some water and calm down.

Wearing slippers, she gently pushed the door open and turned on the night light that she had taken from the bedside when she got out of bed.

With the help of the small circle of dim yellow light from the night light, Conan successfully walked to the tea table in the living room.

Just as Conan picked up the cup and filled it with water, he heard a very light "click" sound.

"Xiaolan."

Holding the cup, Conan looked at Mao Lilan who was wearing pajamas and holding a night light, and walked out of the bedroom, and asked:

"It's so late, why aren't you sleeping?"

Mao Lilan walked to the other side of the sofa and sat down with the night light and said:

"Same as you, get up and have a glass of water."

Conan looked down at his water cup, then looked at Xiaolan who was looking at him with a smile after sitting down. Regardless of whether Xiaolan really wanted to drink water or not, he immediately put down the cup he was holding.

Then he picked up another cup, poured water in it and handed it to Xiaolan.

Mao Lilan picked up the water cup, listened to the familiar laughter coming from the bedroom whose door was never closed, took a sip, and said:

"Dad was so excited that he talked in his sleep again. I guess he disturbed your sleep."

"No, I was just thirsty in the middle of the night and came out to drink some water."

Conan, holding the cup, naturally would not say anything bad about his future father-in-law at this time.

"So Conan, are you going to sleep with me tonight?"

"Pfft-cough cough cough..."

Conan, who had just poured a mouthful of water into his mouth and had not yet swallowed it, was unexpectedly transformed into a human fountain. Then, he was accidentally choked by the water and immediately burst into a violent coughing fit.

In the bedroom, Kogoro Mouri covered his ears unconsciously, then turned over with the quilt rolled up and continued his happy dream.

"Hey, they are all mine. I'm rich..."

Ran Mouri hurried forward to help Conan calm down. After putting down the cup and finally calming down, Conan immediately pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the movements in the bedroom.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard the familiar laughter coming through the crack of the bedroom door again:

"Don't make fun of me. How can I sleep with you?"

It was okay before, but now that everyone has come clean, there is no way he would sleep in the same bed with Xiaolan again.

Even if he wants to sleep, he has to wait until he gets the antidote and marries Xiaolan home...

His thoughts automatically jumped to the wedding ceremony, bridal hall and other scenes. Conan, imagining a happy life in the future, suddenly had a sweet and expectant smile on his face.

"Conan...are you okay?"

Seeing Conan holding his face, lowering his head and not saying anything, Mao Lilan, who couldn't see Conan's expression, asked in confusion and worry.

"No, no, I just heard a strange sound and was wondering what that sound was."

Conan came back to his senses, patted his hot little face, and then made up an excuse.

But then, he really heard a somewhat strange sound coming faintly from outside the door.

Mao Lilan also heard the sound. She gave up wearing slippers, walked lightly to the door holding a night light, and put her ear close to it.

Then I recognized that the sound was the sound of the rollers rolling on the carpet.

However, it was already past twelve o'clock, and there was someone outside pushing a wheeled cart passing by on the carpet.

Are you eating late night snacks or cleaning late night?

Conan, who also took off his shoes and held up a night light, came over quietly and crossed out this guess without hesitation.

The sound of the roller gradually faded away. Conan looked at the night light in his hand and turned off the light the next second.

Realizing what Conan was going to do, Ran Mouri did not say anything to dissuade him, but instead turned off the night light in her hand.

"Click."

The tightly closed door was quietly opened a crack, and the dull roller sound that was gradually fading away suddenly became much clearer.