The victim two months ago was named Tsunashige Mihashi.

The same person who appeared in the video five years ago.

The second victim is named Aika Tamura.

Now, there is a third victim: Goro Muramatsu, male, 32 years old, professional golfer.

In the video five years ago, a man with a golf bag on his back passed in front of the two.

He took a look at his golf bag as he put it in the trunk and drove away from the scene.

"The victim's name is Celery Furuyama, and there is only one father, named Keiji Furuyama, who is a crew member of a long-distance fishing boat."

"I have never had a fixed place of residence, and my household registration was cancelled two years ago. And he has been abroad for a long time and rarely returns to China. ”

After watching the video several times, Qinghai Chuantang asked, "Was the original victim from the language school?" ”

Takagi was stunned and nodded: "It's indeed a language school." But Miss Tang, how do you know? ”

He remembered the information about the first victim and didn't tell her, right?

Qinghai Chuantang paused the picture, then pointed to the folder in Mihashi Tsunshige's hand with the mouse and said, "Look, the name of the language school is printed on it." ”

"Miss Aijia is dressed in a bank clerk's attire, so it's easy to find her. As for Mr. Muramatsu, his license plate number is photographed in the video. ”

Therefore, the victim was killed on the basis of the obviousness of the clues.

"So, then, the murderer is indeed Miss Celery's father?"

No, that's not what should be asked.

"In this case, the people in the video will become the murderer's next target?"

Qinghai Chuantang nodded, "So Officer Takagi, please bring the news back as soon as possible, and then protect these people." ”

"I see. Thank you, Miss Tang. ”

It's not that the world is indifferent, it's that they know what they're capable of.

And there is no guarantee that if you lose your life because of this, how sad your relatives and friends will be.

If I had met Shinichi Kudo five years ago, maybe the ending would have been different.

After all, that person is a person who "puts life first", even if he sacrifices himself, he has to save others.

It sounds like a passionate justice, but it's a bit stupid.

"By the way, apart from the people in the video, have you forgotten anyone?"

Qinghai Chuantang found the video again, slowed down by 1 multiple, and began to watch it carefully.

"Hey, uncle, let me go, I'm going to finish filming soon."

The glass reflects his costume, as well as the name tag pinned to his chest: Chiaki Otaki.

"I didn't expect you to watch that video too?"

Hearing the other party talk, Chiaki Otaki showed an excited expression, pointed at himself and said, "I took that video." ”

tone, incomparably proud.

"Later, I don't know who uploaded it again, and the number of hits is really high. Isn't it exciting? ”

After finishing speaking, Chiaki Otaki sighed softly, and his tone became a little regretful: "If someone hadn't blocked it in the end, maybe I would have been able to finish filming it all the time." ”

"When the little girl's parents saw it, they would be distressed to death."

"Probably so."

Chiaki Otaki looked at the taxi driver in front of him and smiled.

"But who made her unlucky? Isn't that to blame? ”

Keiji Furuyama's eyes were full of red bloodshots, and he had been holding back something.

In the rearview mirror of the car, the appearance of Chiaki Otaki is reflected.

There was not a hint of remorse.

"I have a daughter about her age. When I was very young, the rebellious period came, and I was worried a lot. ”

"But I also blame me, I used to be a crew member who went to sea, so I didn't have much time to spend with her, and I didn't leave any good memories for my daughter."

"So is she sensible now?"

"She's dead."

After a while, Keiji Furuyama continued: "Five years ago. ”

Maple Grove Mountain is very large, as large as the three bodies found, all in different places, far apart.

Therefore, it has also become a good hunting ground for him.

Chiaki Otaki has duct tape on his mouth, and he can only make a whimpering sound.

His hands were tied in front of him, ropes were wrapped around his feet, and he was laid sideways on the ground.

Looking at the man with the hammer, getting closer and closer to himself.

"Now, it's your turn"

As he spoke, Keiji Furuyama raised his hammer and smashed it at his head.

Fortunately, Chiaki Otaki rolled over and dodged in time.

"Then run. Let me see if you can escape."

The rope on his foot was picked open, and the other party really seemed to want to let him go.

Without the slightest hesitation, Chiaki Otaki immediately ran forward, wanting to escape from this damn place!

Keiji Furuyama threw away the hammer in his hand, picked up the crossbow arrow on the side, and chased after him.

It was pitch black inside the mountain, not like the road, and there were dim lights.

And in times of darkness, the only light becomes salvation.

Running and running, Chiaki Otaki saw a bright light not far away, as if someone was holding a flashlight in front of him.

So he ran towards the light, eager for redemption.

But when he got closer, he despaired.

What kind of person is this holding a flashlight?

It's clearly a puppet tied to a tree, and then a flashlight is tied to its body to attract others to come.

Attract?

Chiaki Otaki was stunned for a moment, and seemed to understand something.

All of this is a trap.

He couldn't help but weaken his legs and knelt on the ground, and there were two words left in his heart: despair.

Gradually, he heard footsteps approaching him.

"You think the light can save your life, right?"

"Bad luck? Who is to blame? That person is my daughter. It is unique and rare in the world. ”

The expression on Keiji Furuyama's face was full of anger, "Why did you all choose to stand by and watch when she was hurt?" ”

"In the eyes of a bastard like you, it's just a show that makes people applaud, right?"

Chiaki Otaki couldn't speak at all, so she could only shake her head desperately.

"You bastards, you're murderers!"

Keiji Furuyama held a crossbow arrow and slowly approached him.

"Don't Move"

A large number of policemen suddenly appeared around him, some with flashlights, some with firearms, aiming at him.

"Don't come!"

Keiji Furuyama aimed the crossbow arrow at the person next to him, and said fiercely: "If you dare to come here, I will kill this guy." ”

"In broad daylight, on a lively street. There were so many people, and not one of them reached out to help her! ”

"No, not a single one!"

He roared.

"When a person shouted for help again and again, when she was stabbed into the body with a knife by the other party again and again, none of these guys dared to step forward to help her!"

"What's the use of them asking for eyes? What is the use of their ears? ”

"It's because of them that my celery will die!"

At this moment, a figure seemed to lunge towards him.

Keiji Furuyama raised his crossbow arrow and shot it.

When he hit the target, he finally saw that what he didn't expect was just a coat.

When the surrounding police officers saw this situation, they immediately rushed up and suppressed it.

Eventually, Keiji Furuyama was taken back to the police station.

"Mr. Furuyama, although we can also understand your behavior. But the murderer who killed Miss Qin Xiang has been tried by the law and sentenced to a heavy sentence by the court. Why are you?"

"I can't forgive them."

Keiji Furuyama's eyes were a little moist, "No matter how far I go to sea, I can't forget that in that video, so many people avoided her like a pest." ”

Although the streets are full of pedestrians, it is more terrifying than the uninhabited forests of Moriyama.

"She begged so much, begging people to save her, but there was no one."

There are obviously so many people in the world, but it seems that in an instant, the world is left with her alone.

Murder may require a reason.

But if you want to save people, you don't need a reason, after all, the body's knee-jerk reaction at that time has already made a decision for me.

Walking down the street, looking at the bleak street, a withered yellow leaf fell right at his feet.

Qinghai Chuantang picked up the leaves and looked at them a little blankly.

Suddenly, a smile appeared.

He said to himself, "If I had been there, I would have saved that girl." After all, I have the ability. ”

"You can protect yourself, and you can save her."

"But the nature of that incident is different from that of the silver-haired murderer."

One who is saved is innocent, and the one who is grabbed by indiscriminate murderers is saved, but he is holding several lives in his hands, and may even cause more innocent people to die, serial killers.

The breeze was blowing, and it was a bit cold and biting.

Qinghai Chuantang let go slightly, allowing the wind to carry it farther away.

The wind was getting stronger, blowing her hair a little messy.

Some reluctantly reached out and combed their hair to make it fit again.

"Conan's children, so we are not all the way after all"

I will save the girl who is threatened, but I will not save the silver-haired murderer who has several lives in his hands.

It takes courage to face the pain of others.

You never know what will happen after you make your decision.

If you happen to save the other person, you may be grateful to you, and even make you feel that everything is worth it.

But if you happen to fail to save the other party, you will face all kinds of accusations and torture you to the point of madness.

Or they died because of this, leaving their parents who washed their faces with tears, and sent white-haired people to black-haired people alive.

"A guilty person has acted bravely. And the unrepentant people survived in the end, thinking about it, it's really ironic. ”

Then let him live with guilt for the rest of his life.

A voice in my heart, so clearly tell myself.

"It is indeed a good way to let him live with a sense of guilt for the rest of his life, and to accept the beating and torture of his conscience."

Qinghai Chuantang looked up at the sky, and it seemed to be slightly red.

"But does that kind of person really still have a conscience?"

She seems to have become more and more sentimental lately.

It is precisely because you have enough ability that you feel that you have a responsibility on your shoulders.

Otherwise, why are all the people who fly in the sky superhuman?