Chapter 122: The Happiness of a Broken Mirror! Lesson !
"Masuyama Kenzo!!"

Conan roared.

He looked up at the helicopter under the black curtain and raised his hand to adjust the magnifying function of his glasses, but before he could see it clearly, the helicopter quickly disappeared into the horizon driven by the propeller.

Officer Shiratori's expression remained unchanged.

There was still no clue about Su Beixun’s sniper shooting case a few days ago, and today another person was killed in front of him!

He felt very angry!
"Conan! What do you know? What did Masuyama Kenzo mean by that just now?"

Officer Shiratori asked.

"Ah, I, I don't know either... I just thought there might be something hidden, so I followed Uncle Maori's example and lied."

Conan scratched his head, pretending to be crazy to get past the topic, and immediately changed the subject: "Officer Shiratori, has the car that took Huibara away not been caught up yet?"

“I have asked my colleagues in the city to set up checkpoints at various intersections, but there has been no news so far.”

As Officer Shiratori spoke, he directed other police officers to pick up Kenzo Masuyama.

Conan was wondering what Kenzo Masuyama meant when he said "Haibara is safe now."

A phone call suddenly came!
Conan's face changed after taking a look: "Hello? Is this Huiyuan? Where are you? How are you now?"

Huihara's voice on the other end of the phone was relatively stable: "Edogawa, don't worry, I'm in a cafe in the city, I'm safe now."

Kenzo Masuyama was actually right?!
Conan frowned and asked curiously: "Habara, what's going on? Weren't you kidnapped by members of the organization?"

Huiyuan was silent for a moment, then she said softly, "It's not safe to talk about this over the phone... I'll tell you everything when I get back."

Late at night.

After learning that Haibara was safe, the police took Koda away with them.

Although he was cleared of the suspicion of murder, the charges of intentional injury and destruction of the scene were still firmly pressed on his head.

The Junior Detective Team also took a police car to meet up with Huibara.

The bustling Jiang Shou family returned to peace again.

……

And in this quiet night.

A pair of eyes suddenly opened!

Jiang Shouhuang suddenly stood up and found himself sitting on a sky blue bed.

He turned his neck unconsciously.

In the huge room——

Some dolls were scattered around the corner of the bed, game cartridges were piled up messily under the TV, and a black and white football in a net bag was hanging next to the screen...

Everything in front of me is so familiar.

But Jiang Shouhuang was extremely confused.

【what happened? 】

【Why am I... here? 】

His mind was blank, and he was so dazed that he didn't even recognize his own house.

But the next second, the fragmented memory was imprinted on him at an extremely fast speed, without any regard for his fragile nerves.

Jiang Shouhuang subconsciously covered his aching head and wailed.

The cold coffin, the dark mourning hall, the hideous mother...

These absurd and horrifying images flashed by like slides, but left deep, painful wounds in their wake.

Mom is dead...

The little fat boy finally remembered what had happened before.

He held his throbbing heart, remained dazed for a long time, and suddenly broke down nervously, crying and smashing things around him in a room where he was alone.

The small alarm clock placed on the bedside table flew far to the ground, and the ceramic piggy bank next to it was broken into pieces.

Jiang Shouhuang tore the bed sheets, rolled the quilt into a ball, and covered himself with it while struggling.

He let out all his emotions without restraint.

Until the crying gradually became hoarse and then turned into low sobs.

At last.

All sounds disappeared, the room became quiet, with only a numb face full of tears.

It is always said that crying is the best way to heal pain.

But wounds heal, but scars don't.

It will always lie there ugly, and every time you touch it, you will feel a dull phantom pain.

Jiang Shouhuang grabbed the quilt tightly and buried his head in it.

There was no movement outside the window; the police had left.

he knows--

He should rush out of the room right now and grab someone to ask them what happened while he was unconscious.

How is mom?

What happened to the murderer?

but……

Now he just wanted to lie here.

The hysterical outburst just now had exhausted all his strength.

He seemed to have lost all desire and didn't even want to move a finger.

The little fat boy turned over and lay on his back on the bed again.

The oppressive ceiling looked no different than the dome below ground.

He would rather open his eyes now and find himself still in the dungeon filled with the smell of earth, let everything that happened afterwards vanish like a dream, and start over again.

But the bright moonlight outside the window told him no!

This is definitely Jiang Shou’s home.

dong dong~

Suddenly there were regular knocks on the door.

Jiang Shouhuang did not respond.

squeak~

The bite of the metal lock is so clear at this moment.

Jiang Shouyi came in with a glass of water: "I heard you woke up and came in to see, Xiao Huang, do you want some water?"

"……dad."

Jiang Shouhuang murmured something, and suddenly when he saw his relatives he felt like crying again.

Jiang Shouyi put the cup aside and wiped the moisture off his face with his thumb: "Don't cry, dear. Your eyes are so red. Go get some good sleep."

The little fat boy wanted to give up: "...Where's mom?"

Jiang Shouyi shook his head without answering, but just stroked his hair again and again.

So Jiang Shouhuang didn't ask any more questions.

He obediently closed his eyes and pulled the quilt over his face again.

The broken clock on the ground was ticking.

The pointer moved around again and again, and the breathing sounds in the middle of the night gradually became longer and longer.

Jiang Shouyi stood up.

But suddenly!
A small hand held his fingers.

"do not go!"

Jiang Shouhuang pleaded in a low voice.

His face was still buried in the quilt, and his voice came out muffled.

Jiang Shouyi smiled gently, then lay down on his side, holding the little fat boy in his arms through the quilt.

Jiang Shouhuang curled up and stopped talking.

The broad embrace made him feel at ease instantly.

Parents are always a safe haven for children.

The little fat boy sniffed the familiar fragrance and his body relaxed a little bit.

and many more……

Suddenly!!!

Jiang Shouhuang suddenly froze!
Subtle fragrance?

its not right!
Dad clearly smells like tobacco!
His eyes widened in disbelief!

This smell...

This familiar smell is...

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Shouyi hugged the child in his arms tighter.

He asked curiously, "Xiao Huang, are you cold? Why are you shaking so much?"

Jiang Shouhuang didn't dare to speak. His heart was beating faster and faster.

The air in the quilt became scarce, his head felt stuffy, and he opened his mouth to slow down his breathing.

Perhaps it was his subjective imagination, but at this moment he felt that the other party's voice was covered with a sinister tone like a ghost.

The originally safe harbor seemed to have turned into an icy polar region in an instant, freezing the little fat boy to the bone!
There was no movement, Jiang Shouyi pulled the quilt off in confusion.

A pair of wide eyes looked at him in horror.

He was silent for a moment.

Then he narrowed his eyes and smiled: "You guessed it..."

The deep middle-aged voice becomes crisp and mellow.

Su Beixun gently pulled off the mask on his face, revealing his handsome face underneath. He then touched his eyes, removed his contact lenses, and let the scarlet color seep into his eyes again.

The contrast between the fat body and the small head is quite funny.

But Jiang Shouhuang couldn't laugh.

"As expected of father and son, you two are equally sharp."

Su Beixun stroked her in praise: "How did you find out? Telepathy?"

But the little fat boy was speechless!
At this moment, he really wanted to faint again.

But this damn body was very awake at this moment!
I can't even close my eyelids!

He could only watch helplessly as the face that had been shattered yesterday coalesced again and was reborn in his father.

It's just like the immortal monster in the legend!
Jiang Shouhuang just felt that he was a monster who ate Jiang Shouyi and then put on his skin!

"...Where's my...my father?"

Jiang Shouhuang's voice became tense, and his teeth were even chattering against each other!

Fear is like an instinct engraved in our genes.

But at this moment, his concern for his father prevailed.

but……

Su Beixun simply said in a calm voice: "He is dead."

It's like telling him that tomorrow will be a sunny day.

Jiang Shouhuang finally closed his eyes.

He wanted to cry, but he couldn't.

In just one day, that warm home disappeared forever, without leaving any trace.

He lost his father, his mother, and his grandfather...

It was like a cracking sound.

In the darkness, the broken family portrait finally collapsed completely!

Bright red eyes were reflected on every side of the fragments that recorded his beautiful past, staring at the only one left of him without emotion.

this moment.

Although he was a little overwhelmed, he was strangely calm!

He whispered, "What do you want to do?"

"Nothing." Su Beixun looked at him with interest, pressed his body down, and poked his soft cheek affectionately: "As your only remaining relative, it is my duty to comfort your sad brother."

Jiang Shouhuang remained silent. He didn't know what to say now. Or rather, facing Su Beixun, he didn't need to say anything, just accept it.

Su Beixun really didn't care about his silence.

He grinned and asked, "Xiao Huang, do you know why Xiao Cang Junxia died?"

Why did you die...

Jiang Shouhuang thought of the hideous-looking corpse in the coffin again, and his numb heart was once again deeply hurt.

But Su Beixun had already said with a smile the fact that made him collapse even more: "He died because of being implicated!"

He stretched out his index finger, pressed it against the fat boy's wide-open eyes, and slid it down his soft cheeks little by little.

"You know Haibara Ai, right? She's the brown-haired girl who came with Conan."

Su Beixun said slowly: "The murderer came for her, but in order to prevent Xiao Cang Junxia from leaking the news, he smashed her to death on the ground with a heavy object."

"It's cruel and unlucky."

Jiang Shouhuang didn't react at all. He didn't move at all, as if he was dead.

Looking at the little fat boy like this, Su Beixun asked with a smile: "Well, whose fault do you think this is?"

He pointed at himself.

"Is it me?"

"Think about it, it makes sense. If I hadn't suddenly intervened, you would have been able to live happily along another path, with a happy family and a healthy life, without having to endure the nightmare you are facing now."

Su Beixun clapped his hands.

"In that case!"

"Then I will take the main responsibility!"

He seemed particularly responsible.

But he immediately asked Jiang Shouhuang: "Then who will bear secondary responsibility for this?"

Jiang Shouhuang still said nothing.

Su Beixun counted on his fingers.

"First of all, Huibara Ai is a must! After all, she is the source of this tragedy and the criminal's clear target. Without her, nothing would have happened, so there is no reason to leave her out."

Then he extended a second finger.

"Secondly, the direct murderer cannot escape responsibility either. Even if we only talk about the death of Ogura Junka, I think he should bear a greater responsibility than me."

Su Beixun stopped.

He lifted his chin and thought for a while, then looked at Jiang Shouhuang and asked, "What else? Who else do you hate in your heart?"

The little fat man remained silent.

Su Beixun then asked: "Do you have any for Conan?"

Without giving the other party time to answer, he immediately answered his own question: "There should be, after all, Huiyuan was brought here by Conan."

He said in an incendiary tone: "And I heard that he refused to let you get close to Ogura Junxia when he was in the funeral hall?"

"Tsk tsk, how heartless! You two are obviously mother and son."

Su Beixun did not stop and continued to drive a nail into his heart.

"And you know what? After he refused you access to the body, he turned the body upside down himself, just to find evidence to support his reasoning."

"really interesting……"

"Obviously, he was also responsible for the death of Ogura Junka, but he suddenly changed his attitude and left with praise from everyone. He was even given the title of 'vindicating Ogura Junka'."

Su Beixun's exaggeration of the facts made Jiang Shouhuang feel resentful uncontrollably.

His mind told him that he was just venting his anger!
This idea is wrong!

But it is impossible for people to live by reason alone.

Su Beixun looked at his angry expression and suddenly smiled maliciously: "Hey, Xiao Huang, tell me... why did Conan have a connection with Jiang Shoujia?"

A bucket of cold water poured over your head!
Su Beixun's question made Jiang Shouhuang stunned.

Yeah, why is Conan here?
Scenes of the two intersecting flashed through Jiang Shouhuang’s mind, and finally stopped at the phone call made in the dungeon!
"Do you understand?"

Su Beixun narrowed his eyes and spoke in a cold voice, as if stating an unquestionable fact: "It was your phone call that caused everything that happened afterwards."

"Eshou Tetsunosuke was mistakenly killed by the police, Conan became interested in the Eshou family, Huibara came here, and Ogura Junka died tragically."

He laughed again: "Of course, the main responsibility still lies with me, but what is the fundamental reason for all this?"

Su Beixun reached out and grabbed his fleshy neck.

"You are too weak, Xiao Huang!"

"In the face of danger, you have no power to protect yourself."

"When faced with harm, you can only compromise step by step."

"So you are always losing, always being robbed by me!"

"I killed the people you valued and erased your true self."

"I made you suffer, gave you wounds, and made you crawl on the ground bleeding."

"It's humiliating, isn't it?"

"But what can you do?"

Su Beixun's hands exerted force little by little, and the strong feeling of suffocation made the fat boy's cheeks red, and he began to struggle instinctively.

"Weakness never leads to good results!"

"My dear brother, you must remember this..."

"All the misfortunes in this world are caused by the lack of ability of the people involved!"

"This is the second lesson I'm teaching you!"

Jiang Shouhuang's eyes became increasingly dim.

at this moment!
His broken heart finally died...

(End of this chapter)