Chapter 141 Madam, you must be very happy!

This is a desolate building.

The peeling lime walls and the cracked broken glass all speak of its pitiful situation.

Although it seems out of place with the bustling streets around it.

However, with the aging population and increasing centralization, even in Japan, which has a large population and limited land, the number of abandoned and dilapidated buildings like this one increases every year.

——Even the developed city of Osaka is no exception!

According to the location revealed by Hinata Jito, Officer Yamashita dragged out a low blue plastic bucket from the office on the third floor of the building, which was filled with wooden boards and other debris.

It was about one meter tall and covered with a layer of sticky black stains, making it look like a container for swill.

Because the police officer opened the black lid.

Suddenly, a small face covered in blood appeared before his eyes like something in a horror movie, and he stepped back in fear.

The child had his eyes closed, and there was a black bullet hole on his forehead. His hands and feet were bent backwards, and his body was rolled into a ball and stuffed through the hole. The flesh on his arms even had twisted lines on it.

Yamashita showed an unbearable look.

Mrs. Fujimori, who had been following behind numbly, collapsed instantly!

She screamed incoherently, pushed away the people in front of her, knelt beside the bucket, and carefully pulled her son out.

Then I hugged him in my arms and cried bitterly!

Amid this hoarse wail, the atmosphere suddenly became heavy...

Yamashita took a deep breath, moved forward, and sighed.

"Ma'am, it's time for us to go."

The woman sobbed and couldn't utter even a complete sentence.

Mr. Fujimori's eyes were red, perhaps because of his dignity as an adult male, he could not shed tears in front of everyone. But the grief he felt was no less than a little!
At this time, he pleaded, "Mr. Officer, can you give us some more time?"

He looked at his wife, then at the child who had lost his voice, his voice choked with sobs.

"Please! Let us... say goodbye properly..."

Shan Xia was in a bit of a dilemma.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't refuse such a small request, but the police who had already arrived at the police station had already begun urging them to go back quickly.

but……

Although senior police officers also suggested that he cooperate with public security operations, Officer Yamashita pursed his lips and could not harden his heart.

"…at most…20 minutes."

"Thank you!"

Mr. Fujimori bowed sincerely, then squatted beside his wife, put his arm around her shoulders and whispered comforting words.

People around them should move away and give space to the sad couple.

But the three detectives seemed out of place among the crowd!
Saotsu stood alone, examining the men and women gathered together with an expressionless face.

Hattori scratched his head in annoyance and looked down at Conan who had a frown on his face.

"Hey, Kudo, you think something is weird too, right?"

"……yes."

Conan nodded.

He also felt an indescribable strange feeling...but no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't figure it out.

Looking at the crying lady, he suddenly took something out of his pocket and held it in his hand.

Then he made a wide circle, hid himself behind a pile of debris, and, using a technique he had learned in Hawaii, threw a white disc precisely onto the lady's heel.

Hattori, who saw this scene, asked curiously after he came back.

"what is that?"

"A small listening device... Dr. Agasa just invented it for me."

"Oh, that's the old man you always talk about, the one who likes to invent junk."

Conan, who had just used someone else's props, felt a little embarrassed.

"Actually... it's not as exaggerated as I said before! Dr. Agasa is still quite capable!"

Hattori didn't care about all this, his attention was all on the case.

"Is this useful for you?"

"Let's give it a try." Conan said helplessly: "I always feel that the lady is hiding something, let's see if I can eavesdrop on some information."

Hattori shrugged, obviously not happy about this.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The men sent by Yamashita to search the entire building returned one after another.

According to their report, no other suspicious items were found here.

[Could it be that... what the police are looking for is really not here? ]

Yamashita rubbed his head and let the thought go.

He looked down at the time.

About half an hour has passed!
Before he could urge her, the woman stood up, wiping her tears and handed the body in her arms to her husband.

Mr. Fujimori took it gently - he had to get his son's body home first.

The others got in the police car and returned to the police station.

The senior public security officials who were waiting there saw them come back and showed a very unhappy expression, but did not say much.

Yamashita asked a police officer to take care of his wife and handed him a blood-stained kitchen knife in a bag.

——It was the murder weapon that was pulled out of the body, but the label was still attached. According to the lady, she bought it on the way there because she was afraid and used it for self-protection.

Yamashita went up to him and asked, "How's the situation?"

He didn't think the public security would obey the rules and wait for him to come back. During this period, they must have interrogated Hinata Jito.

As expected, the faces of the senior public security officials turned very sour in an instant.

"Nothing useful was said."

He snorted coldly.

Then he said: "Our police have taken this person away."

"take away?"

"Yeah, stay here. Can you police force him open?"

There was a cold look in the eyes of the senior police officers, and it was obvious that they were preparing to use some unacceptable means.

Open your mouth at the foot of the mountain.

But thinking of his own position, he could only smile bitterly and acquiesce in the other party's behavior.

"correct."

The police stared down the mountain warningly.

"You insiders have not yet been cleared of your suspicion of being undercover agents. Before you find the real undercover agents, do not do anything that would arouse suspicion."

The police officer next to him showed anger in his eyes.

But Yamashita was in no mood to argue with him because of this distrust, so he simply nodded.

"I see."

The public security officer gave him one last look and ordered his men to take Hinata away from the interrogation room.

Just then, Hattori suddenly stepped forward.

"Wait a moment!"

The senior executive stopped and glanced at his young face: "What are you doing?"

"I have a way to make him talk!"

Hattori met his gaze firmly.

He didn't want the police to take him away, after all, no one there was willing to give him face. Even if they did find any clues, it would have nothing to do with him.

"you?"

The senior police officers showed distrust on their faces: “Who are you?”

Hearing this, Hattori grinned and pulled up his hat, looking flamboyant and confident.

"Hattori Heiji, I'm a detective!"

"detective?"

The police officer muttered something unclear, thought for a moment and said, "Then you try it."

"Hey!" Shan Xia pulled him back worriedly, "Are you okay?"

Hattori rolled his eyes and slapped his hand away: "Come on, why do you even say such things? Have I ever disappointed you?"

He strode into the interrogation room.

Through the one-way glass, you could see him take out his cell phone and shake it, and Kusaka Jito's calm face changed instantly.

Just a few minutes.

Hattori smiled and opened the door.

"Officer, he confessed... He didn't pick up the gun, but it was given to him by Cang Tianjin."

"Cang Tian Jin?"

Senior public security officials repeated the name for questioning.

Yamashita was stunned and explained, "We just went out and found the dead person... His identity was an accomplice of Hinata Jito in the kidnapping." "Dead?"

"Uh, yes...the hostage's family member lost control of his emotions and accidentally killed him."

The senior public security official thought of the woman he had just seen and nodded expressionlessly.

He looked around at the crowd of people around him who were hearing the news.

"Send me Cang Tianjin's home address, and I will personally lead people there... The rest of you, stay here and keep an eye on each other. No one is allowed to leave!"

"But……"

Hattori is very dissatisfied!
But before he could finish his words, Yamashita grabbed him and said, "Forget it, Hattori. You must be tired after running around all day. It's just looking for something. You don't need a great detective like you to step in."

Hattori wanted to refute, but during this time, the public security took people away.

He could only cross his arms and sulk.

"Okay, don't be so angry."

Yamashita patted him on the shoulder and changed the subject, asking: "I'm curious, how did you get Hinata Jito to say it? That guy is like a stone in a toilet, smelly and hard!"

"I don't want to tell you!" Hattori turned away with a dark face.

Conan laughed awkwardly: "I think that Brother Hattori must have told Mr. Hinata about the death of Cangtian Jin."

He explained: "After all, he insisted on it just to reduce Cangtian's crime so that he could get away with it. Now that the other party is dead, there is no need to be stubborn anymore."

Yamashita slapped his head, a little annoyed: "I am stupid... But how did you make him believe that Cangtian is dead?"

Conan answered this question again: "At the crime scene, I saw Hattori-san taking some photos with his mobile phone. I think he used this."

"So..." Yamashita slammed his hands.

But he suddenly froze in the middle of his words and hurriedly went over to hold Hattori's shoulders.

"Wait a minute, bro! This is against the rules!"

"Really... didn't you do it yourself?" Hattori rolled his eyes and waved his hand: "Don't worry, I will delete it."

"Delete it now!" Yamashita obviously did not trust this promise.

Hattori's face turned red with anger.

Faced with this farce, Saot looked around, then pulled over a bench and sat on it, stretching his stiff back.

He interrupted and asked, "By the way, Officer Yamashita, what sentence do you think Mrs. Fujimori will receive in the end?"

Yamashita recalled for a moment and spoke half in a scientific and half expectant manner.

"Well...although according to the law, murder is punishable by death, life imprisonment, or more than five years in prison, there are also cases where the sentence is less than five years due to discretionary handling of the circumstances."

"Given my wife's situation and the fact that she surrendered herself, if she can hire a good lawyer, I think it will be no problem to reduce her sentence to 3 to 4 years."

"I see..." Saotsu touched his chin and stopped talking.

His eyes were empty and he just stared at the ceiling in a daze.

slowly.

The surroundings became quiet, and everyone was immersed in their own thoughts.

After an unknown amount of time, a young police officer broke into a corner of the quiet world, raised something in his hand and said loudly: "Mr. Officer! We have collected all the details about Cang Tian Jin."

——Once a deceased person is found, even if the case has been solved, an investigation must be conducted.

Several people gathered around the table to watch.

Jin Aoda is 22 years old and is currently a graduate student in the Department of Finance at Osaka City University. He is a true high-level intellectual.

Logically speaking, it shouldn't matter if you kidnap someone like this.

But seeing his professionalism, no one present would be confused about this matter...

After all, in this day and age, how can finance students stand out? No matter how good their studies are, it is useless.

There is not much useful information in the whole document, just some identity introduction.

But that's true. After all, there was no doubt about Cang Tian Jin's death, so there was naturally no need to specially collect some abnormal information.

After flipping through the book boringly, everyone found a place to sit down and prepared to spend this difficult night.

……

Finally, the night faded away.

The warm sunlight shines through the dense leaves, spreading on the cheeks and collars of passers-by, forming golden spots.

At this early morning, the police came back with sour faces. It was obvious that they had not found anything.

Conan and Hattori were full of energy and immediately went up to try to get information.

But Saotsu just yawned.

"Sir, since you guys are back, can I leave now? I'm so sleepy now!"

The senior public security officials thought about it and decided that since Cang Tianjin's residence had been searched, it would not be a big problem if the organization found out. More importantly, they could not keep these ordinary people by force.

Then he nodded: "Thank you for your cooperation, everything is fine now."

"Really? That's great!"

Saotsu stood up and stretched.

He bowed slightly and said, "Then I'll take my leave."

Conan was stunned, and suddenly remembered his previous doubts and subtle feelings, and was about to say something to retain him.

But perhaps due to lack of sleep, he was inexplicably in a trance. When he came to his senses again, the figure had disappeared from his sight.

"Damn, am I too tired?"

He shook his head violently, but there was no feeling of confusion.

In the end, I could only mutter "weird" and keep this incident in mind.

……

It's like time was fast-forwarded.

The sun rises and sets, and three days pass in a flash.

During this period, some people are happy and some are sad.

There is no doubt that Hattori and Conan, who got nothing, were definitely not the happy ones.

These days, they followed the police relentlessly, and even went to Hinata Jito's ruined house alone and dug again and again, but still found nothing.

And the other side.

It’s hard to say whether the Fujimori couple are happy or sad after experiencing such a huge change.

After a hasty funeral for his son, Mr. Fujimori devoted himself to saving his wife.

Finally, through the efforts of lawyers and money, Mrs. Fujimori's sentence was shortened to the shortest possible time.

Three years in prison, suspended for two years!
then.

On a sunny morning, with the blue sky and white clouds as witness, the couple supported each other and left the police station together.

There have been a lot of changes at home.

All the things needed for the funeral were either clinging to the house or scattered in the garden. Everything was pale. The wooden shed, bed and chairs had not been dismantled.

But what attracted the lady's attention most was the small grave mound next to the sand pit.

"As agreed, I left Maruta at home so you can see him anytime."

Fujimori hugged his wife and whispered.

The lady wiped her tears and still looked depressed.

Mr. Fujimori could only sigh.

"You go up and rest first. I'll go to the company to take care of some things and come back to accompany you soon."

He kissed his wife's forehead, turned around and left in a hurry.

Watching his gradually receding back, the lady sighed resentfully, opened the door, and wanted to get some tools to clean the yard.

But when she came out again...

As my sight turned, I suddenly saw a young figure standing in front of the child's grave, with his head bowed and his hands clasped together!

She was slightly surprised, hesitated for a moment, and then walked forward.

"Mr. Saotsu, are you here to see my husband? I'm sorry, he just had to go out for some work."

"Do not."

The boy with his eyes closed shook his head slightly and opened his eyes.

"I'm here to see you, ma'am."

The sunlight slanted down on that fair face, making it look warm and pleasant.

But maybe it was the effect of the halo, Mrs. Fujimori suddenly saw that there seemed to be a layer of bright red background under the pair of dark pupils!

But in the blink of an eye, the scene disappeared like an illusion.

The boy looked at her with a calm expression, but his deep gaze seemed to peel off her skin and pierce into her hidden heart bloodily!
She suddenly felt as if she had been stripped of her clothes and was uncomfortable all over.

But before she could react, the boy in front of her suddenly grinned.

"Are you happy?"

"Mrs. Fujimori..."

Just as the sparrows were chirping in the treetops.

The woman heard him say this.

(End of this chapter)