Conan: My Old Sister Maurilan

Last time, he pretended to be a public student who bought and sold a house.

"Well, she's back."

Reaching into the backpack with his backhand, he took out the black and white photo, the photo of Minako Mochizuki.

Hold it with both hands, and then hand it over to the two people in front of you.

Catch it, trembling, crying silently, because of the mental state caused by alcoholism, it is easier to collapse and become emotional than ordinary people.

Crying that could not be concealed, and then crying loudly, Mochizuki Minako's father vented his incompetence for not being able to investigate the truth for his daughter for three years.

After that, Minako's mother carefully took over from Minako's father...

As if she was really hugging her daughter, she buried the photo frame in her belly, sticking to her belly, but Minako's mother didn't cry out.

The little hand gently patted the back of the photo frame.

"Come back, come back, just come back, mom will always be here."

Seeing this scene, Gong Sheng couldn't continue to be quiet, and took a few steps back slightly, wanting to escape from this place and not face this kind of scene.

Perhaps the law itself is the acme of human affection. Compared with putting to death and going all out in the court, Gongsheng can't face the emotions of the client's family.

Do not fall in love with the client, and do not get in touch with them too much.

However, how can there be such a good thing, and how can the public be alone.

Taking a step back, it was also the sound of two pairs of knees touching the floor.

The couple hugged the photo of the child and knelt in front of them.

Perhaps for the customs of neon, such a kneeling ceremony is a very common kind of thank you.

But for a public student, this kneeling is still too grand.

"Two, you don't need this, get up."

I want to step forward to help...

But it was stopped by another hand.

Akiko Yonehara had finished her last thought for her students, offered her last blessing as a teacher, stood up again and walked this way.

The parents in front of them, kneeling on the ground, bowed their heads to Gongsheng again.

I still hold the photo of the child in my arms...

"Accept it, because this is the last and all of them."

From the moment the child is lost, the family is broken, they don't have it all.

Perhaps this is all they have.

The public student listened to the teacher's words, and stared at the husband and wife who were still kneeling in front of them and hadn't got up.

Perhaps, I should learn to accept this unusual 'commission fee' frankly.

thought so.

Being pulled, the student was always in a passive state, and Akiko Yonehara pulled the student outside the door.

Because I knew in advance that my daughter was coming home today... so the room was so clean and tidy...

Both the husband and wife will return to their souls three years ago and keep silent until today.

.....

Going down the stairs, the teacher and the student finally stood at the entrance downstairs, looking up in the direction of Minako's house.

"Teacher, what time is it?"

Gongsheng asked Akiko Yonehara next to him.

In my heart, I kept ringing bells, waiting for an answer.

"It's four o'clock in the afternoon."

The teacher's voice is transmitted to the ear through the air and received.

The public student's lips moved slightly, and he murmured a few words silently...

On a certain day in March of a certain year, at [-]:[-] pm, the ski villa murder case, goodbye.

Once again, breaking the shackles and stopping the sorrow.

"Let's go back, teacher."

After seven consecutive days of fatigue and high pressure every day, it is only now that it is all over.

Perhaps in Gongsheng's mind, winning the case is only a part of the case, and the real end is the moment when the client smiles.

That is what Gongsheng pursues, and it is also the persistence in this profession.

Turned around and left without any nostalgia.

Put your hands on your shoulders and squeeze them from behind as you walk.

"Really, a 16-year-old boy is acting like an old man. Are you tired? The teacher will give you a shoulder squeeze!"