Conan: I Am Not a Snake Spirit

A group of reporters saw the appearance of Nakamori Yinsan, the "Pioneer of Catching Phantom Thieves", and they pestered Nakamori Yinsan for an interview.

"Officer Zhong Sen, is the defense here foolproof?"

"Why did Kidd, who only aimed at gems, suddenly start stealing pictures?"

"There are rumors that the notice letter is fake, what do you think..."

When Nakamori Yinsan's forehead collapsed with the character 'Well' and was about to roar out, the cold voice of a young man came from behind the crowd.

"Sorry, everyone, can you let us go first?"

The reporters turned their heads to look, stepped back, and quieted down.

"I don't like being surrounded by people to take pictures," Chi Feichi walked into the crowd with Hui Yuanai and Mao Lilan, and said calmly, "I also trouble everyone not to take pictures."

Since the development of the company, it is almost a dominant presence in the Japanese entertainment industry. It will deal with various newspapers and TV stations. Even if you have not seen him, you should have heard of him.

If it is on the red carpet at the door of a large-scale event, since there are many celebrities around, it is not convenient for him to obtain privileges. He can either avoid it by himself, or say hello to the newspaper or TV station after the event, but these are the people here, he Just say it when you come.

Today is not the company's event site, and in the incident related to Kaito Kidd, he is like an idler watching the fun. These reporters are not interested in filming him, and they will not lose face.

The reporters along the road gave way one after another, but they did not take pictures.

"Feichi, you're here too?" Nakamori Yin Sanbanyue stared at Chi Feichi as he approached, and roared again, "Why are you here to join in the fun? I don't know that the phantom thief Kidd might easily become a related person. Are you coming in? With so many people here, how can we police investigate?!"

"Sorry for causing you trouble, I'll visit your house another day when I'm free."

Chi Feichi finished speaking to Nakamori Yinsan calmly, and when he saw the reporter in front of him also moved out of the way, he continued to walk towards the door.

Standard - 'You are irritable with yours, I will calm mine, and I will lose in a blink of an eye'.

Conan stepped aside when he saw the reporter, and took the opportunity to run after Chi Feichi, "Brother Chi, wait for me!"

Nakamori Yinsan choked for a long time, approached Kogoro Mouri, and muttered in a low voice, "Mori, how do you usually endure your apprentice's character?"

Mouri Kogoro was also speechless and muttered in a low voice, "How do I know..."

Nakamori Ginzo and Mouri Kogoro couldn't just run away like children, and they responded to the reporter's question for a while before sneaking in and shut the reporter out, and they responded neatly and unanimously with a sigh of relief.

"May I ask Mr. Oikawa..."

Mouri Kogoro just turned his head to ask Nakamori Ginzo when footsteps came from upstairs.

The middle-aged man with a square face and a mustache went downstairs, walked forward quickly, and enthusiastically extended his hands to shake hands with Kogoro Mouri, "Mr. Mouri, I have been waiting for you for a long time, I am Oikawa Wulai!"

"Ah, hello!" Mori Kogoro smiled and turned to look at Chi Feichi, Maurilan, Conan, and Haibara Ai who came from the door. "Is it really okay? Bring my daughter and apprentices here..."

Maurilan hurriedly said, "If it will hinder you, I will take the children to wait in the car."

"It's alright, I trust Detective Maori very much, and also, this little brother has a lot of fate with that phantom thief." Oikawa Wulai squatted down, smiled and touched the top of Conan's head, then stood up and walked towards the stairs, "Okay. Now, I'll take you to the studio where "Qing Lan" is displayed, come here, please..."

In front of the stairs, an elderly man approached, and when he arrived in front of Oikawa Wulai, he said solemnly, "Wulai, I have something to tell you..."

"I'm sorry, can we wait a while? Father." Oikawa Wulai turned his head and said, without stopping.

The old man was stunned, "Ah, well..."

Mouri Kogoro followed Oikawa Wulai and asked in a low voice, "Is that your father?"

"Yeah, it's my wife's father," Oikawa Takerui said, "and also my teacher, Haruhito Kanbara..."

"Mr. Haruhito, the master of landscape painting," Chi Feichi looked back at Haruhito Kamhara and said softly, "The representative works include large-scale landscape paintings such as "Night Cherry Blossoms" and "Green Fields," but they suddenly stopped painting ten years ago."

At the rear, Haruhito Kanbara also looked at Chi Feichi with a little stunned eyes.

those eyes...

You can't go wrong, even if the stature grows taller with age, and the outline of the facial features becomes deeper and clearer, but that kind of pupil color such as rich purple ink is rare.

But those eyes were indifferent and gave him a very unfamiliar feeling. Could it be the boy back then?

One of his paintings was destroyed more than ten years ago, just after the auction.

The one who burned the painting was a seven or eight-year-old boy with purple eyes.

Looking back now, the air seems to be filled with the strange smell of scorched paint and paper, and he seems to have returned to that day.

Fifteen years ago, his daughter encountered a tornado while traveling overseas. Although she survived, she was seriously injured and became a lethargic vegetative person, requiring a large amount of medical expenses. At that time, Oikawa was only a little famous. In the past few years, he successively sent some paintings to auction that he was not willing to buy before.

It should have been the third year since the auction started, he remembered it very clearly.

What he sent to auction was a painting of a wooden house, jungle, and garden, with beautiful scenery and soft and bright tones. In the painting, his long-dead wife was holding her daughter in a circle in the garden. He was still young and stood by smiling. The title of the painting is "Home".

Because the painting was not a pure landscape painting, but it was his and his daughter's favorite. When he sent it to the auction, he sold this beautiful memory with heartache, and at the same time comforted himself that paintings should always be appreciated by others. In exchange for his daughter's medical expenses or letting her lie down is not so uncomfortable, even if it is just to relieve her daughter's pain, presumably his deceased wife is willing to support his choice. Head, let other people value the impure painting not high enough, and can't sell it for a high price.

With that kind of conflicting and painful mood, he couldn't stay in the auction hall until he heard the staff come to tell him in the back lounge that the painting had been sold for a price that exceeded his expectations. , He breathed a sigh of relief. Before the auction was completely over, he went to settle the money he deserved with the auction host early, and planned to leave the back door and go home early.

Knowing that the painting was sold, he was not as relaxed as he imagined, always worried that he would regret and be unwilling to see the painting again...

Not long after it got dark, the back door of the auction venue was very quiet. When he opened the door, he saw a small figure reflected by the firelight on the side of the road. He walked over curiously and felt as if his brain had been thrown and detonated. The bomb exploded, instantly blank.

In the wooden box on the ground, the flames were like tongues, greedily licking the painting from his hand, which had burned his wife to the point where his daughter was still a small figure, black smoke would paint the wooden house and garden. Smoked black, the bright sunshine seemed to be covered with a layer of gray, and the black stains on the blue sky were like a huge enchanter.

In the painting, standing aside smiling, he is in the firelight, his face is covered with shadows and twisted, as if he was in a burning mood at that time.

'What are you doing? Why are you doing this! ’

He didn't know if his expression at the time was as distorted as he was in the painting, but he just remembered that his mind was blank, and when he came back to his senses, he had already jumped in front of the boy and put his hands on the other's shoulders.

What came into view was the boy's tightly pursed lips and complex eyes that had not yet been replaced by surprise.

Those purple eyes reflected the firelight, as if a dark red was hidden deep inside.

It was different from the indifference when he turned his head and looked at him just now. At that time, the purple eyes he saw were entangled with intense sadness and resentment, and the pain was like a ghost crawling out of hell. Still condensed in his eyes, it was slowly replaced by astonishment...

It's just that he didn't want to think too much at that time, and there was a roar in his mind. For a while, he thought of his wife who died early, his daughter who was full of energy and now lying on the hospital bed, and then he remembered that the last memory was also there. Destroyed in the light of fire, and the words spoken are not in the brain.

'Why destroy it? You nasty little bastard... no, you're the devil! Devil! ’

He saw with his own eyes that the surprise in the boy's eyes slowly faded away, and while pretending to be calm, he seemed to have a trace of unease and injury, but answered him in a relaxed tone.

'Because of jealousy...'

The boy looked at him with a strange look as his mind was dulled to think about what 'because of jealousy' meant.

'You seem to be in pain? ’

...

"That's right, he started to have pain in his hand ten years ago, and he can't draw anymore..."

Oikawa Takeryu explained, and the figures of a group of people also disappeared in the stairwell.

"Sir, do you know my father?"

"Many years ago, I was fortunate enough to meet Mr. Qingren at the auction venue."

Haruhito Kanbara returned to his senses, looked at the empty wooden stairs, sighed deeply, and pressed his right wrist, which was starting to tremble again, with his left hand.

In fact, from that day on, his hands began to tremble.

Every time he dreamed back in the middle of the night, the initial painful emotion in the boy's eyes would become clearer, and when he could see clearly what he reflected in those eyes, he was like an evil ghost with a ferocious and twisted face, saying nothing. Speaking of words that stab another suffering soul.

A little boy could see his pain, but he couldn't think more about the emotion in those eyes and the meaning of the phrase 'because of jealousy'.

What happened after that?

He couldn't remember, or even how he separated from the boy, only that he stumbled home with mud stains and blades of grass all over his body.

He didn't dare to think about what he said or did later, and he was blank after thinking about it~www.NovelMTL.com~ I'm not sure if he was too angry at the time, his brain didn't remember it, or he chose to choose it afterwards. Forgetting, but I have been deeply regretful and fearful, afraid that I have done something bad to the child on impulse, and I want to go to the police station to ask, but I can't let go of my sleepy daughter.

After that day, he could still use his right hand to eat and carry things, but he could no longer paint with his right hand. Whenever he stared at the canvas and picked up a paintbrush, he could not help but think of that night, a pair of purple eyes full of pain, Thinking of that still immature face, thinking that he might become a devil in a child's heart, his right hand could no longer be steady.

He continued to paint for two years, but he failed to draw a decent work. After arriving, his right hand trembled so much that he couldn't even pick up the pen, so he simply gave up painting.

The boy has grown up and appeared in front of him again today. He was swept by the other party with indifferent eyes just now. He couldn't tell whether he felt more guilty or more fearful, but he seemed to be relieved.

If that kid took revenge on those **** words he said back then, he would probably feel better...

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