"Sister Xiaotang, you have been investigating the 'multi-purpose knife serial murder case' recently, and there is also the 'secret room serial murder case', right? Take me with you! ”

Regarding Qinghai Chuantang being asked by the police to assist in this matter, Conan seemed a little jealous and envious.

It's hard to get such a heavy responsibility with your current status, after all, it's impossible to tell others, it's actually Kudo Shinichi, right?

In that case, few people will believe it.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you before I meet a murderer?"

Qinghai Chuantang looked at each other with interest. She was slightly shocked that Conan would take the initiative to send him to the door.

Conan shook his head.

"It's not clear, though, what your purpose is. But I can feel that you're not a bad person, that's the detective's instinct. ”

"Bridges of trust are hard to build, especially when it comes to rebuilding. Although you deliberately interrupted the trust that was about to be built, I think ...... You should be trustworthy. ”

"So, can I trust you?"

Hearing this, Qinghai Chuantang smiled and rejected the other party.

"You also said that trust is rare. You and I don't have any common goals, we just coincide in our desire to catch the murderer. ”

"I don't want anyone to continue to be hurt, and maybe you think the same way, so we're just having what we can call a 'working together' relationship based on the murderer's crimes."

Trust is trust, and cooperation is cooperation.

In Qinghai Chuantang's view, the two should be separated.

Trust means that the relationship between the two will gradually get closer, and perhaps they will become friends in the future; And cooperation is not like this, cooperation is just cooperation.

Therefore, Qinghai Chuantang's meaning is very clear, she doesn't want the two to have too deep intersections.

Of course, this doesn't affect Conan, after all, his main purpose is only "cases" and "real murderers".

"The multi-purpose knife case has come to an end for the time being, and what remains is the closed room serial murder case. According to the profile, it is very likely that the place where the prisoner lived was here, Seongcheon Road. ”

"If you narrow it down, it's a factory near Seongcheon Road, after all, if you pack some waste and something, you will use ropes."

"If you can find someone who uses the same knotting method, you may be able to find the killer quickly."

Qinghai Chuantang said, drawing a range on the map with a red pen.

"Sister Xiaotang."

Conan suddenly called her name and asked a question that had nothing to do with the case: "How old are you this year?" ”

He finally realized that something was wrong.

Qinghai Chuantang stared at him, and said in a somewhat unkind tone: "Don't you know that asking a woman's age is a very rude behavior?" Instead of asking questions that don't matter, it's better to go now and look for clues. ”

If she had to answer, it would be "forever eighteen."

But obviously, the other party was interested and did not continue to ask.

The factories near Seongcheon Road are all located on the hill, and the only thing it has is a food processing plant.

Just when he was at the door, Qinghai Chuantang found that the knot of packing waste paper was very ordinary, and it seemed that the murderer was not here.

Well, it's time to start with the inhabitants here.

While passing by a waste paper recycling station, Qinghai Chuantang walked over.

I saw that the special knotting method on it was exactly the same as in the photo I saw before.

"Can I ask you a question? Are all these waste papers tied by your grandmother? ”

"This?"

The old man smiled: "Mr. Oi helped me tie it up." In winter, I helped to fix the heating for free, and the people were good. ”

Qinghai Chuantang was stunned for a moment, thinking of something.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Oi's name 'Hideki Oi'?"

"yes. Do you know him? The old man looked a little confused.

Qinghai Chuantang nodded slowly, and continued to ask: "Old man, do you know where Mr. Oi's house is?" ”

If the murderer is that person, then there are problems that can be explained.

But could a well-wisher who helps fix the heating every winter really be a murderer?

According to the address said by the old man, Qinghai Chuantang found the residence of Hideki Oi.

The door was closed, and no one seemed to be looking.

Although it is not a problem to climb the height of this fence, there are trees on the side to help......

But if the prisoner is not him, then he is not an illegal invasion of the house?

Qinghai Chuantang looked at the watch that still stopped, hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to flip in.

As the saying goes: soldiers will block, and water will cover the earth.

It turns out that sometimes a woman's sixth sense is quite accurate.

Although most of the time, they like to put a high accuracy rate on small things such as the subject's cheating and cheating.

I saw that the knots on the other party's cardboard in the corner of the yard were the kind I had seen before.

After taking pictures with his mobile phone to preserve the evidence, Qinghai Chuantang went around to the window at the back, pushed it gently, and just pushed it away.

Looking at this scene, Qinghai Chuantang hesitated again.

Do you really want to set foot in this formal gate of sin?

She seemed to understand Conan's initial feelings.

It must have been from the initial hesitation, to the face not changing, and then to the end of the heart without any fluctuations, and even accustomed to it.

"So much gym equipment. It's not easy to deliberately exercise for the sake of perfect killing. ”

Qinghai Chuantang couldn't help but sigh.

When she turned to go elsewhere, she saw a man standing in the doorway, a little short.

Hideki Oi.

Qinghai Chuantang silently recited this person's name in his heart.

"Qinghai Begonia."

Hideki Oi looked at her and said expressionlessly, "It should be this name, right?" The profiler. You finally found me, and you deserve recognition. ”

"It's a pity that you're going to die soon, so it's a kind of luck for you to listen to some compliments before you die."

With that, he closed the door, and the two of them stared at each other in the small room.

"Killing those old men and women every day, I am a little numb."

"It's really nice to have elastic and soft skin delivered to my door now...... and comfortable. ”

The other party took a step forward, but Qinghai Chuantang couldn't help but take a step back and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Mr. Oi, let's discuss everything, right? If you suddenly change your criminal pattern, you'll definitely be exposed. If the police find you, won't your undefeated record be maintained? ”

"You're talking too much."

Hideki Oi was about to punch her when the door suddenly opened.

I saw a little boy standing there, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, which seemed to be a little inconsistent with his immature face.

"Sure enough, it's you, Mr. Serial Killer in the Chamber of Secrets. Everything you said just now has been recorded by me, and I can't deny it in any way. ”

"Where's the kid?"

Hideki Oi smiled, "Since you insist on coming to die, then I have no choice but to fulfill you." But before that, let's get rid of you! ”

Before the words fell, Hideki Oi turned around and swung his fist at Qinghai Chuantang.

She hurriedly dodged to the side to avoid the other party's attack.

And Conan also took this opportunity to launch the anesthetic needle.

The moment the anesthetic needle was injected into his neck, Hideki Oi did not immediately fall asleep.

This made Conan show a shocked expression, could it be that the anesthetic needle expired?

If that's the case, then only football remains.

But the space here is too small to be used at all, and it is easy to accidentally injure others.

I have to say that Hideki Oi is obviously seriously trained.

And although the stature is shorter, the burst of strength is very energetic.

Qinghai Chuantang is obviously not very easy when coping.

Due to space constraints, she doesn't have much chance of winning if she just works hard.

Taking advantage of the gap to dodge, Qinghai Chuantang took out his mobile phone from his pocket and slapped it on the other party's head.

"Have you ever heard of the boss of the brick world!"

This operation made Conan stunned: What kind of mobile phone is of such good quality?

No, now is not the time to think about that.

Conan shook his head, trying to sober himself up.

"Are you going to rock him to death?"

Qinghai Chuantang glanced at him a little strangely, "The blood hasn't been shed, how can it be dead?" He only fainted for a while. ”

The most in Hideki Oi's room is the rope.

Maybe he didn't expect that one day these would be used on his body here, binding himself firmly.

"Anyway...... If it's just a tie-up, there's no need to use so much rope, right? ”

"You don't understand that."

Qinghai Chuantang said seriously: "You must know that in the face of a serial murderer, his psychology is already sick, and he has not repented. Yes, only the endless desire to kill remains, as if there was a voice in his heart telling him to 'continue'. ”

When Hideki Oi wakes up, he finds himself on his knees, tied up by Gokada.

The sense of restraint was a little too strong, and he couldn't break free.

The key may also be that the quality of the rope you choose is too good.

"The moment you saw me, I noticed that you were angry because you guessed my identity."

"Is it because of what I said in an interview? But if I think so, I'm probably not wrong. ”

"It's really unpleasant that you actually attacked a group of weak old people."

If Conan hadn't stopped her, she would have punched him in the face a few times to vent her anger.

Hideki Oi smiled.

"They're like the bottom of this society, like garbage. Even as a waste product, it has no recycling value. Just a moth that devours taxes. ”

The fact that a serial murderer is worried about paying taxes makes people feel a little strange.

"Everyone gets old one day, do you think you're going to be an exception? Who do you think you are? Have the right to judge their lives arbitrarily? ”

Qinghai Chuantang sneered unceremoniously: "Looking at your appearance, you should be in your fifties, right?" At this age, he is still single. You don't have to guess what makes you like this. ”