How to start Meursault

Chie Fukawa walked out of the elevator on the 24th floor almost numbly holding her mobile phone.

Going up a dozen more stairs is the rooftop.

familiar paths.familiar door.The familiar gray roof.

This is the second time she has walked here today.

In fact, she was also numb the last time.

In the face of death, what difference can there be?

Didn't she want to die?Even the choice of death method can be the same, which is enough relief.

But why is my leg shaking this time?

Obviously close at hand, take a few more steps, raise your legs once, close your eyes and lean forward, wait for a very short few seconds, isn't everything over?

Did the night breeze seep into his blood and breath, or did he no longer be able to distinguish hot and cold normally?

She took another step forward.

Fear clung to her brain like poison.

The deleted text message and Sanmo Wenhui's body alternately appeared in front of his eyes.

——The jade-like arm was bent into a distorted shape, the head was shattered, tiny broken bones splashed out, blood rushed out from under the body, and seeped into the cracks between the bricks.

The color may also complement Sanmo Wenhui's red dress.

a beauty.A spread of minced meat.

——No matter how perfect a person is when he is broken, he will bleed the same blood and look just as ugly.

Fu Chuan Chie suddenly calmed down a little.

There is one more step.

"Wait! Don't jump!"

Because the time was a bit behind after entering the building, when Conan walked to the elevator, the screen showed that the elevator was going up.

When he chased after panting to the roof, what he saw was that the black-haired woman was already standing on the edge of the roof, precariously, and could end her life with just a slight shake.

As if surprised that the voice she heard was a child's voice, the woman turned her head.

"Little brother, it's not good for you to come here alone so late." She said gently.

But there was no intention of coming down from the edge of the roof at all.

"Wait, sister, no matter what you do, don't give up your life!"

Because the rare conditions of this case were extremely insufficient, Conan couldn't say more targeted persuasion for a while.

It's just that when he saw the calm expression on the woman's face, a white light suddenly flashed in his mind.

——What if the murderer wanted to commit suicide on the roof?

His throat was instantly constricted.

Perhaps because she felt that it would be okay to die a little later, or because she was moved by the obvious anxiety and worry on Conan's face, the woman gave him a very faint wry smile and began to confess.

"My name is Chie Fukawa." She looked up at the dark, starless night sky, "I did a very, very bad thing today."

"I pushed a guy over here today."

"She is very good, really good. Even some parts that may be regarded as stains in the eyes of ordinary people, it seems that it is not a big deal to put on her."

"I don't regret killing her. So I'm a pretty bad bad guy."

Fu Chuan Chie calmly looked at the boy standing in the middle of the roof, waiting for a long time but did not get the expected expression of fear or disgust.

When she even wanted to emphasize that this was true, the boy looked up at her with a serious face.

"why?"

His voice was neither loud nor soft, and there was a strange firmness in it.

"Little brother, what and why are you asking?"

"Sister Fu Chuan, what were you thinking when you pushed Miss Sanmo down? Didn't she come to persuade you not to commit suicide?"

The gaze cast from the boy's blue eyes seemed sharp enough to stab someone, and the aura around him suddenly made Fu Chuan's hands tighten.

The feeling of the phone case in her hand made her calm down again.

"...You, a primary school student, actually know so much. It seems that it is not surprising that I will be discovered."

Fu Chuan showed a faint smile again, and said: "Although it seems that it is not good to tell you this-you probably don't understand, but if you are willing to listen, I don't mind saying it."

"I'm a loser. I failed my exams, I always made mistakes at work and was kicked out, and the people I liked took me as a money bag and then walked away-but speaking of these, it's just my lack of ability and a little bit of bad luck. I know there are people out there who have had far worse lives than I have."

"The only bright spot in my life is my friend Wen Hui. I have known her since I was a child and grew up together. Every time I lose my job, she encourages me and helps me find another job. Although she is smart and beautiful, relying on hard work In the fashion industry, she has never disliked a friend like me who doesn't match her."

"One day ago, I lost my job again. It's just that I didn't make any mistakes this time, but the company shrank and laid off employees normally. Simply put, it was another unlucky day. And Wen Hui was dismissed because of creating a record-breaking profit for the company. Commendation. After cleaning my room, I decided to take my own life, which was neither fun nor hopeful anyway."

When she walked up to the rooftop a few hours ago, Chie Fukawa was in a state where she didn't want to think about anything and her mind was empty.

The reason why she chose this building was probably because her subconsciousness clarified her true thoughts before her superficial consciousness—Wen Hui was drinking wine downstairs, if she jumped off the building here, she might remember this day even more deeply after she knew about it.

However, it takes courage to jump off a building.But Chie Fukawa is a cowardly person, she doesn't even have the courage to look downstairs at the edge of the rooftop.

In this way, she sat on the roof for a long time, until the sound of the celebration party on the 23rd floor downstairs was over, and she was still sitting there.

——I can’t even do this well.

Fu Chuan thought with disgust.

She decided to push herself.

After walking slowly to the edge of the roof and sitting down, Fu Chuan turned on his cell phone and dialed a number.

"After Miss Sanmo knew you were going to jump off the building, she immediately rushed back to this building and came up to stop you. She successfully walked to your side."

"...I have never, never been able to refuse her."

Originally, he just wanted to say goodbye, but the fierce words on the phone made Fu Chuan habitually obey, and obediently sat on the edge of the roof and waited for Sanmo Wenhui to come.

And when her friend, who was still wearing the same red dress, opened the roof door and rushed over, she couldn't say anything to stop him.

In just a few seconds, Fu Chuan was pinned down by Sanmo Wenhui—at this moment, both of their centers of gravity fell on the edge of the roof.

——Such an ugly self.Even contemplating suicide seems like a farce.

At that moment, Fu Chuan seemed to be watching everything happen slowly from the perspective of a higher God.

The ugly man's ego is destroyed in an instant by the friend's perfection.

Why?Why are you such a flawless person?

Fu Chuan looked at the ugly soul in his body from a height and roared.

Such perfection should be sinful and should be destroyed!This insult to universal mediocrity deserves revenge!

I don't want to see this kindness and beauty again—

Fu Chuan Qianzhi was much heavier than Sanmo Wenhui, but it was just a deflection of the strength in his hands, and Sanmo Wenhui was thrown off the rooftop.

Perhaps Fu Chuan was sober at this moment.

But when she realized that Sanmo was holding on to the edge of the roof with her left hand and grabbing her own with her right hand, the overwhelming malice swept over again.

Fu Chuan slowly took out a spring/knife from her pocket with her right hand - she chose to jump after trying to cut her wrist failed - so that San Mo could be seen a little closer to her left hand.

But in the next second, the blade really cut before Sanmo Wenhui's finger——

"Miss Sanmo took the initiative to let go. Is that so?"

Conan asked in a dull tone.

"Yes."

The carefree and fearless expression on Fu Chuan's face made him understand that the woman in front of him still hadn't given up her plan to jump off the building.

The case narrated by Fu Chuan made his heart even heavier.

Chie Tomikawa's actions were undoubtedly murder.But if she didn't lie about the details, what was Sanmo Wenhui thinking at the last moment?

Is it because you don't want your friends to be the direct cause of your death after all?

Conan didn't know if Fu Chuan was aware of this, because she obviously didn't intend to absolve herself of the crime.

In other words, from his observations, Fu Chuan's will to die is probably stronger than that time a few hours ago.

——It's just that she still doesn't have any regrets about killing Sanmo Wenhui. Instead, she seems to think it's good that she can end her life in the same way.

He really couldn't understand the motive of Fu Chuan's murder, but he also knew that people's evil thoughts can grow infinitely at special moments.

Just as human kindness can do the same.

"...Why do you have to jump off the building? Don't you want to live again after pushing down Miss Sanmo?"

This sentence Conan said is weak, but his top priority is always saving lives first.

Hearing this, Chie Tomikawa subconsciously looked down at the phone in her hand, and then showed a gentle smile to Conan.

This action, together with what Fu Chuan said before, "It seems that I will be discovered is not surprising", made Conan vigilant all of a sudden.

——Before he found Fu Chuan, someone knew that the murderer was her!

Damn it!That mobile phone must belong to the deceased Sanmo Wenhui, someone said something to Fu Chuan through that mobile phone!

"Sister Fu Chuan, if someone threatens you, the police will protect you! Don't jump off the building!" He immediately said loudly and quickly, and rushed towards the edge of the roof at the same time.

But Fu Chuan Chie just shook his head at him.

Then took a step back.