Conan's First Love is a Profiler

Chapter 184 Memories of Past and Present Lives (Please vote and collect)

"Happy birthday to you, Reina."

The room was pitch black, the only light coming from the candles on the cake.

They sang Happy Birthday and wished her well.

"Thank you!"

Her joy was evident on her face as she began to blow out the candles.

Just as the candle was about to be blown out, the lights in the room suddenly came on.

The expression on Rena's face suddenly became a little stiff, and there was even an indescribable emotion in it.

"Happy birthday, Rena. Isn't that amazing? This was made especially for you by the pastry chef, Mr. Aoi." After turning on the lights, her sister Suzuna came to the table and said.

The cake in front of me is very delicate and not at all vulgar.

"I'm going to work, you guys can eat all the cake." After saying that, Suzuna was ready to leave.

“It’s great to celebrate my birthday with everyone,” the father exclaimed.

Suddenly, Suzuna seemed to remember something and took out small ribbons from the drawer and distributed them to her parents.

"Happy birthday!" said the three of them, pulling the ribbons.

Rena, who originally had a smile on her face, suddenly lowered her head slightly and became expressionless.

"What's wrong with you?" Mother Kaori felt a little strange.

"Xiaoya."

"Who is Xiaoya?"

But Rena did not answer her mother's question, instead she continued: "I saw a lot of books, an iron tower, a yellow blast furnace, and she died."

Others would inevitably find such words a little creepy.

"It was me who killed Xiaoya."

The next afternoon's news contained the keyword "Female high school student confesses to murder in previous life."

At the investigation headquarters, Rena took what she heard from someone as her own memory.

There are actually cases regarding past lives and present lives.

For example, in the mainland, there is a village where a group of people with memories of their past lives gather.

Some people have memories of their ancestors, and some people have memories of others.

If there really is a theory of murder in the previous life, then this case must be much more interesting.
"What else do you want to ask? Are you police officers trying to use this nonsense from her past life to convict my daughter?"

"Don't say that. The police officer didn't say he wanted to arrest Reina."

"That's why I didn't want to call the police before." Kaori looked at her husband, "What if Reina's name is made public? Both of our jobs will be affected."

Motoji Yahara is the director of Wande Pharmaceutical, and Kaori is a ceramic artist.

There are some pottery products on the shelf, and there are a few magazines next to it. The person on the cover is her.

At this time, Rena seemed to be preparing to come down from the second floor.

Hearing the noise, Kaori immediately stood up, walked to the stairs, and said to her: "Rena, you go upstairs first."

But Rena didn't seem to have any intention of leaving. She just stared quietly at the person who appeared behind Kaori at some point.

"Ma'am, I won't ask her about the case, is that okay?"

After getting consent, Qing Haichuantang followed Rena to her room.

In the year 2000, in Louisiana, USA, there was a young man named James Leininger.

He would suddenly shout in his sleep, "It's so hot, I'm going to fall, help me," and this continued for several years.

His parents were concerned, so they investigated.

It was discovered that he had the memories of a pilot who died on Chichijima Island in Japan in the late stages of the Pacific War.

Why he had memories of people he had never met was something no one could explain.

"In history, there are quite a few people who have memories of their past lives. It's not that rare."

Rena nodded.

"By the way, when did you start suffering from insomnia?"

The curtains in the room are blackout curtains, which is a bit strange in a child's room.

On the table in the corner, there is a copy of Bach's "Goldberg Variations".

On the shelf, there is a small paper bag with "Oral Medicine" written on it, which may contain sleeping pills.

"About a year ago, I started to suffer from occasional insomnia."

"Are these sleeping pills the prescription the hospital gave you?"

"I was almost attacked by a man on my way home from cram school, and later I went to see a psychiatrist. My mother took me to the hospital to see a doctor so that I could forget about it as soon as possible."

According to legend, the "Goldberg Variations" was a song that a Russian count asked Bach to compose for him to cure insomnia.

Maybe it depends on the person. Qinghai Chuantang feels that this song is of no help in treating insomnia.

Because this piece of music showcases Bach's superb skills, the more you listen to it, the more fascinated you will be.

The doctor that Motoji Yahara found for Rena was Chiyuki Fuyushima, an authority on PTSD treatment.

After returning home, Qinghai Chuantang browsed the website of the Toritsu University of Medical Science Hospital and saw the notice about Professor Chiyuki Fuyushima's resignation, which was three months ago.

However, he has not yet reached retirement age.

Day three.

Qinghai Chuantang came to the Dongli Medical University Hospital.

There are many medical books and some research materials in the cabinets in the office.

On the small wooden table in the middle of the room, there was a square cage with a canary in it.

"Sorry for the wait." A man wearing glasses walked in. "I'm going to London to attend a conference next week, and I've been busy preparing for it."

"Sorry to bother you so suddenly. We wanted to ask you about Professor Fuyushima."

Iraeto put the car keys on the table and said as he took off his coat, "Professor Fuyushima went home to recuperate due to worsening heart disease."

So, Iraeto took over the patients that Fuyushima Chiyuki was in charge of, as well as the other party's unfinished research.

"Do you know this patient, Rena Yahara?"

The canary chirped.

Iraeda paused.

He took the white coat off the coat rack and put it on while saying, "No personal information about the patient can be disclosed."

Even if the person or his family agrees now, there is no guarantee that they will not regret it in the future, so Iliang Du's attitude is somewhat firm.

"Then let's not ask this question. Let me ask you another question. Do you think there is a past life?"

Ira Jiangdu, who was sitting on the chair, raised his lips slightly and asked, "Are you serious about asking this question?"

Qinghai Chuantang nodded and said seriously, "Very serious."

Ira Jiangdu couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"That's ridiculous. I don't even want to answer that."

"But according to the information Reina provided about the murder that happened before she was born, the police did find the body. You should be familiar with this as well, right?"

Under the cage, there was a newspaper with the headline on the front page: Seventeen-year-old girl confesses where the body was hidden.

"It seems that you really like raising canaries in your laboratory."

"I don't raise it just because I like it. Many patients feel calmer when animals are around."

After saying that, Yiliang Jiangdu stood up, walked to the cage and said, "It is my partner when I do psychological counseling."

The canary suddenly stopped chirping.

"Ah!"

Conan blinked his eyes, looking like a curious baby: "Why did it suddenly stop barking?"

"I guess you're hungry. I'll go get you something to eat."

After Ira Jiangdu left, the canary resumed its chirping.

Meanwhile, the investigation headquarters confirmed the identity of the deceased based on the traces of dental treatment.

Her name is Tsu Akiyama, and her family has filed a search request.

The deceased was 26 years old and taught English at a high school in Tokyo. If he was killed shortly after his disappearance, he would have been dead for 20 years, which is consistent with the results of the autopsy.

Trace amounts of gum arabic, used for watercolor, were detected on the remnants of her clothing.

When I got home, I saw a cardboard box and a cage at the door.

Inside the cardboard box were papers by Chiyuki Fuyushima and Watari Irae, some of which were written in English; in the cage were canaries, thoughtfully stocked with feed and water.

I have to say that the omnipotent Xiao Hei is very efficient.

"Little friend Conan," Qing Hai Chuan Tang said with ill intentions, "Next, it's time for you to show yourself."

For Conan, who can speak multiple languages ​​and has received training at Hawaii Vocational and Technical College, it is no problem for him to understand these papers.

Conan was about to nod when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

It seems like I've been working for nothing recently?

"Sister Xiaotang," Conan rubbed his hands and said, "Don't you want to show some sincerity? After all, I am helping you without asking for anything in return. Shouldn't you, for example, reveal some information about the organization to me?"

Qinghai Chuantang smiled slightly and said, "If I hadn't been short of money recently, I wouldn't have bothered you for help. But your kindness is not injustice, but a spirit of helping others. I am really touched."

"Lack of money?" Conan was slightly stunned, and said in disbelief: "You don't look like someone who is short of money, and didn't you just buy a new car recently?"

Invisibly, the topic has gone off track.

Qinghai Chuantang sighed softly and said with a melancholy look on his face: "Speaking of which, those are all bitter tears."

Conan waited for the next words, but the other party did not continue.

He just said, "After you finish watching, I will treat you to clay pot rice."

Conan's body shuddered and he no longer remembered the horror legend about clay pot rice.

So, is she going to stew herself, or fry her? Or deep-fry her?
I calmed down a little, and then told myself silently that this is a society ruled by law, and things like this will not happen.

Maybe clay pot rice is not really made by children.

After all, legends are often very different from reality.

Qinghai Chuantang picked up a paper and looked at it. The title was: Comparison of long-term exposure and EMDR for PTSD.

EMDR, or Eye Movement Desensitization Reprocessing.

Fourth day.

Kaori brought her daughter Rena to the Dongli Medical University Hospital.

"Do you still often think about the experience of being chased?"

“Basically not.”

"Did you sleep well tonight?"

"Yeah, I slept well last night."

Ira Jiangdu nodded and smiled, "That's good."

"Doctor, how do you think we should understand the memories of past lives?" Kaori hesitated and finally couldn't help asking.

Under the current circumstances, Rena cannot go to school, and it is difficult to discuss it with the class teacher, which makes her very worried.

"I will continue to follow up. Don't worry, please wait a little longer."

After saying that, Irae Wataru pushed up his glasses and said, "The human brain sometimes does produce magical phenomena. This is not Rena's fault."

He raised his head, looked at Kaori and said, "Of course, it's not your fault."

Claypot rice～
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(End of this chapter)