Conan's First Love is a Profiler

Chapter 118 The Dead

Not long after, Qinghai Chuantang woke up.

He pulled out the infusion needle very roughly.

"you're awake."

Qinghai Chuantang paused.

She turned and looked at the man, her expression instantly becoming speechless: "You really are everywhere."

The words of concern that I originally wanted to say instantly turned into "Do you have a grudge against me?"

After saying this, Conan was stunned.

Strictly speaking, the other party might really have a blood feud with me.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle.

Fortunately, Kirishima Mai was not there at the time, so she didn't know what had happened here or what was going to happen.

She is a person outside the plot.

Qinghai Chuantang also doesn't like to implicate innocent people.

He said expressionlessly: "Whether there is hatred or not, don't you know it in your heart?"

"But it doesn't count as a grudge against you."

Conan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief at these words.

"Oh, right," Conan seemed to remember something and asked, "What did Maiya say to you before that made you react so strongly?"

He has always behaved like a strong person.

But in an instant, his eyes became unfocused, filled with fragility and helplessness.

"Remember the story I told you before?"

Conan nodded.

"That's not a story, it's a fact. However, only half of it is true. As for which part is true and which part is false, it's up to you to figure it out."

Qinghai Chuantang walked to the window and looked at the courtyard outside.

The old people snuggled together, the children played with each other, and the couple supported each other.

It seemed as if the whole world was full of couples, and she was the only one who was alone.

"You can't understand the pain of someone you love being killed suddenly without knowing the reason."

Conan rarely chose to remain silent and did not refute.

A life with harmonious relationships with parents, a good family background, childhood sweethearts, and admiration and trust from others can be considered an ideal life.

"It's impossible to forget. Until I find the right answer, I will keep asking why."

“The living will never stop missing the dead.”

Qing Hai Chuantang turned around and looked at Conan.

"When Chui Tong died, I felt like the world had ended and time would not move forward any more."

Conan was stunned for a long time before he finally reacted.

"Blowing boy, is that the child's name?"

Although he had never met him, Conan felt that he must be a very cute and lively little boy.

"Yes."

Qinghai Chuantang smiled faintly, "In fact, you are just a child."

The conversation stopped there.

She didn't want to answer any more, and he knew that this was not the time to continue asking questions.

Because, Kirishima Mai has returned and brought hot meals.

"I'm not hungry, you can eat."

After packing her things, she prepared to leave.

Before leaving, he left a word.

"I'm going to the United States. If it's not important, don't contact me."

Conan took out his cell phone and looked at the date at the top of the screen, only then did he finally realize what special day tomorrow was.

A year ago, he and Xiaolan rescued the silver-haired killer.

On the same day, Qinghai Chuantang lost his child.

Her action deepened Conan's belief in the truth of this matter.

The words that were once spoken, the expression at that time, and the feelings cannot deceive people.

Many things can be disguised, including feelings.

But emotions that can touch people's hearts and make people feel her sadness at first sight cannot be disguised.

That's true, it's true.

In the terminal of Narita Airport, with the help of friends on the road, I successfully booked a ticket for the last flight of the day.

The flight took off at 11pm and was expected to arrive at New York's Kennedy Airport at 9:55pm.

She didn't bring any luggage with her, after all, she just left in a hurry and came back in a hurry.

The only thing that accompanied me was the book "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance" in my hand, which helped me pass the long waiting time.

A woman wearing a sun hat and sunglasses sat next to him.

If you are traveling to Hawaii, this outfit may be perfect.

When we boarded the plane on time, the other person happened to sit next to me.

"Hello, ma'am. You are sitting at the emergency exit of the aircraft."

Faced with this situation, Qinghai Chuantang said very calmly: "I know, 1.6 million yen, I pulled it last time."

The woman next to him smiled after hearing this, and seemed to find it amusing.

Qinghai Chuantang closed his eyes and waited for the plane to fly smoothly, then opened the sunshade and looked out the window.

It's also a way to kill time, like counting how many clouds there are.

Along the way, the woman was quiet, reading the magazine in her hand.

Suddenly I lost interest in watching the clouds.

She didn't open her eyes until the plane was stable.

She didn't fall asleep all the way.

Just close your eyes, empty your mind and think about nothing.

"I knew you were coming, so I prepared in advance."

The manager of the flower shop handed her a bunch of dandelions, carefully covering them in a transparent bag.

"Thank you."

I am an old acquaintance of the store manager and I told her a long time ago that I would be here today.

Not long after Qinghai Chuantang left, the woman also went to the flower shop.

Speaking fluent English, he had a conversation with the store manager.

"Give me a bouquet of white roses, please."

The two walked one after the other, seemingly going to the same place.

Even, go see the same person.

But to be precise, all we saw were tombstones.

Someone got there before them and placed a bunch of white daisies in front of the monument.

He gently put down the dandelion, closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and prayed silently.

The two of them looked at each other in silence.

After a long time, Qinghai Chuantang finally opened his eyes.

"What are you here for?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he asked such a direct and sharp question.

"I'm sorry about Blow Tong. But what happened back then was definitely not my fault."

"Does Vermouth need to explain anything else?"

"I just don't want to be accused of a crime that doesn't belong to me."

Qinghai Chuantang stood up and looked at her.

"The fingerprints and DNA were matched with yours."

"Maybe someone did it on purpose?"

The meaning is obvious, Vermouth means that someone wants to frame her.

Qinghai Chuantang spoke, but just turned around, looked at the tombstone, and lowered his head.

After a while, he slowly said, "I don't know."

"You don't know, or you don't want to know?"

She did not answer the question, but asked: "Gin is also involved, right?"

Vermouth was stunned for a moment.

He nodded and replied, "Yes."

"The Gin that I met in a certain company before was not actually him, right?" Qinghai Chuantang continued to ask.

Vermouth hesitated.

To be honest, the other party's excellent acting skills were enough to make her think that he was Gin himself.

But why can I recognize the person in front of me at a glance?

Just like the countless times he had disguised himself, he could always find the flaws.

"How did you know?"

Out of curiosity, she finally asked the doubts that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time.

Qinghai Chuantang smiled and said, "The height difference between him and Gin is really too big. It will look unnatural if he grows taller. Besides, if it were Gin, he wouldn't talk so much."

"That person is 'Malt', right?"

Her tone was affirmative.

Vermouth admitted it readily.

Since the other party already knows the correct answer, why should you use some nonsensical lies to cover it up?
"Next, it's my turn to ask questions."

Vermouth looked at her and asked very seriously, "Chuitong, whose child is it?"

Even with her sharp eyes, she couldn't see any resemblance between Chui Tong and the man in front of her.

"Although in a sense, he is indeed my child. But when did I ever say that he is my flesh and blood?"

"kindness?"

Could it be that they are not his biological children?
Vermouth was guessing in her heart.

"Blow him."

Qinghai Chuantang raised his head slightly and looked at the green mountains in the distance.

At this moment, the raindrops just fell on her face.

“It’s my hope to survive.”

The rain was getting heavier and heavier.

There happened to be a big tree where Vermouth was standing.

The leaves were lush and dense enough, and with the help of the sun hat, I didn't suffer much damage.

On the contrary, Qinghai Chuantang was like a drowned rat at this time.

Looks a little pitiful.

"When Chui Tong died, I felt like the world had ended and time would no longer move forward. But the time I spent with Chui Tong is all here."

As she spoke, she placed her right fist over her heart.

"From now on, I will live with Chui Tong."

The rain gradually subsided, as if even the heavens were moved by her emotions.

"if."

Vermouth looked at her and said something ambiguous: "What would you do if Chui Tong was still alive?"

"Take him away, to a place where there is no organization."

She answered the other person's question without hesitation, as if she had rehearsed this answer in her mind thousands of times.

Vermouth couldn't help but laugh.

"Obviously, you were the one who took the initiative to 'hook up' with the organization in the beginning."

"I just demonstrated my profiling ability, and that's why I was noticed by the organization. Because I know that the organization always cherishes talents."

Could it be that he wanted her to ram Gin's car, then cry, make a fuss, and threaten him to let her join the organization?

I'm afraid that at that time, the first thing to greet her would be bullets.

"In that case, why do you want to leave?"

"Don't you always want to leave?"

Qinghai Chuantang looked at her and asked back.

In the end, neither of them answered the other's question.

After a long time, Vermouth sighed slightly.

"I have reasons why I have to stay and reasons why I have to leave."

It sounds like a contradictory statement.

"Me too."

The reason why he stayed in the organization was to use it to forge his identity and destroy some files and confidential information related to himself.

After all, some things just don't work on the surface.

The reason for leaving is naturally because of the incompatibility of feng shui magnetic fields.

Light and darkness, how to choose?

"Now, what are your choices?"

After saying this, Vermouth called out her nickname softly: Goye.

It was as if we were back to the time when we could call each other "Beibei" with a smile.

“I choose to be the exquisite gray in the world.”

Qinghai Chuantang smiled and answered the other party's question.

But Vermouth understood what he really wanted to say.

"Is this what you call, keeping a low profile?"

"clever."

(End of this chapter)