Conan's First Love is a Profiler

Chapter 190: Karma

I happened to read Qinghai Chuantang in "Young Master" and had a sudden idea.

I want to go to Matsuyama in Shikoku and follow the footsteps of Natsume Soseki, Masaoka Shiki, and Taneda Santoka.

If we go to Matsuyama, my wife will definitely be there with us.

Uchiko is a small town with a long history, rich in the classical flavor of the Edo period. It is a famous ancient street with the classical theaters such as the Kazushi Candle and Uchiko-za.

So, we had this spontaneous trip.

"Click——"

Standing on the cruise ship, the moment you press the shutter, the scenery is frozen and preserved forever.

At this time, Qinghai Chuantang suddenly noticed a woman dressed like a noble lady.

The white veil covered most of her face, but just by looking at the outline, one could imagine her stunning beauty.

The red maple-like lip color makes her look more mature and elegant.

For a moment, Qinghai Chuantang was stunned.

Humans are visual animals.

Like beauty, indulge in beauty, and be trapped by beauty.

As if she was aware of her gaze, the woman raised her head slightly and looked at her.

It is indeed a face that can be called stunningly beautiful, but it is a little too cold and arrogant.

The woman glanced at her, then turned and left, perhaps thinking she was some kind of pervert.

"Awaited."

As the saying goes: The sky is big, the earth is big, but eating is the most important.

Naturally, after arriving in Songshan, I found a place to fill my stomach.

After taking a bite, I found it tasted delicious and lived up to its appearance.

Suddenly, Qinghai Chuantang felt an inexplicable gaze, as if someone was staring at him.

So she turned her head to look at the bamboo curtain on the right, and found a slightly familiar face——

It's that lady.

I don’t know if it was because of Qinghai Chuantang, but the woman suddenly stood up, picked up her bag and hat and left the store.

He accidentally broke the glass on the table.

After the woman left, he drove to an empty driveway, stopped, and used the long bridge to walk to the other side.

She walked a little faster and looked a little flustered.

the next day.

A white gauze hat, like a fallen leaf that accidentally fell on the river, drifted along the water.

The police arrived and lifted a woman in a white dress from the river.

She opened her eyes, as if questioning.

The lips have turned pale and lost their blood color because of being soaked in water for a long time.

There were obvious marks on the neck, apparently from strangulation.

Her basic information was obtained from the documents found in the victim’s bag.

Kyoto Rino, whose address is in Hiroshima.

"Around 6:30 this morning, a female body was found floating downstream in the Odagawa River in Gosaki Town, Kita County. It was discovered by nearby residents and immediately reported to the police. There were signs of strangulation on the neck of the body."

Qinghai Chuantang, who was eating, suddenly stopped and stared at the photo of the woman on TV in a daze.

That noble lady, is she dead?
Because they were just casual acquaintances, the other person's death would not cause Qinghai Chuantang too much emotional fluctuation.

I just feel sorry for the sudden death of such a young and beautiful woman.

After leaving the hotel, Qing Haichuantang took his camera and went to Uchiko Town in Ehime Prefecture.

In front of a store, there are handmade oil-paper umbrellas, some of which have cherry blossom patterns painted on them.

Going down the road, we came to a fork in the road.

I took out my camera and was about to press the shutter button while the sun was shining brightly.

A woman riding a bicycle seemed to have no time to brake suddenly, so she had to quickly turn the bicycle to the side and jumped off the bicycle.

The bicycle fell to the ground and accidentally hit the woman's ankle.

"Sorry sorry."

"are you OK?"

After saying that, when the other party turned his head to look at him, Qinghai Chuantang was stunned for a moment.

The woman was wearing a white dress, but not like the noble lady before.

More like a woman like a white daisy.

She gives off a feeling of being the girl next door, which makes people want to protect her.

Finally came to his senses.

Qinghai Chuantang hurried over and picked up the fallen carnation.

"I'll do it."

The woman quickly put the flowers away and smiled apologetically at her, "I'm in a hurry. Sorry."

"It's okay." Qinghai Chuantang picked up the bicycle on the ground.

The girl's name was Samuda Himeko.

After hearing that Qinghai Chuantang was planning to visit Neizi-za, he asked her to accompany him.

Uchiko-za is a very old small theater.

There was a sign outside that looked like there was some kind of event going on.

"It's a verse meeting held by colleagues from the memorial service for haiku poet Taneda Santoka," said Samuda Himeko.

The signature on the paper is Qingshan Society.

"Is it the 'green mountain' from the line 'Pulling grass again and again, my body is still in the green mountain'?"

The familiar child's voice made Qinghai Chuantang's body tremble and he felt his body become much stiffer.

When she slowly turned her head and looked in the direction of the voice, she saw the little boy looking at her with an innocent smile.

Qinghai Chuantang just felt that this must be a ghost demanding his life, or revenge for him taking away the secret treasure.

In addition to Conan, Sonoko and Xiaolan also came along.

Either Sonoko invited Xiaolan to play together, and then the little brat Conan insisted on going along; or Xiaolan was lucky enough to win some travel prize.

She no longer wanted to ask why the other party came to her.

"Yeah, that's right."

Samuda Himeko smiled, leaned over to look at him and said, "I didn't expect you to know so much at such a young age."

Conan chuckled, scratched his head, and said a little embarrassedly: "I saw all this on TV."

The wind rustles, the morning bell rings, then the evening bell; suddenly I hear the sound of a bamboo hat, it is the camellia petals falling.
These free-style poems, which break away from the fixed 5-7-5 pattern, sound beautiful.

There were already quite a few people sitting in the theater.

There were also three people sitting on the stage, they were the judges of Matsuyama Hao Haiku.

Sitting in the middle was the head of Aoyamasha, Masaaki Samuda, who was also Himeko's grandfather.

"Then please take a seat here."

After sitting down, Ji Zi handed over a pen and paper, and said with a smile: "Here is the answer sheet. Any sentence will do. Please be sure to give it a try. Thank you very much."

Haiku?

Qinghai Chuantang frowned and found that this matter was not simple.

"Ah, young lady." A man with a 2:8 hairstyle and a folding fan in his hand called Ji Zi.

"Mr. Miyagi, thank you for your hard work."

"Oh my," Miyaki Toshiyuki came over and joked to Himeko, "You were so beautiful yesterday and today. I'm afraid President Muroyama will lose control of himself."

On the right side of Samuda Masaaki on the stage, the man who was writing something in a small notebook was Muroyama Shinji.

He is an official of Qingshansha and also the president of the shipyard.

Not only in Matsuyama, there are branches in Okayama, Kobe, and Imabari.

"And recently, something even more gratifying has happened." After saying that, Miyaki Toshiyuki chuckled a few times, looking a little malicious.

"Something to celebrate?"

"Isn't that right, Miss?" Miyaki Toshiyuki looked at her with a smile.

"do not talk."

Seems a little angry.

Meanwhile, a police car stopped somewhere.

Surrounded by the cordon in front is a small red car.

"That's right, this is Kyoto Rino's car."

"In other words, there might be a crime scene nearby." Yonezu said, walking over to check the items in the car.

Among them, a printed booklet was found with the two big characters "Qingshan" printed on it.

"Haiku"

Seeing that it was of no use, Yonezu put the booklet down and began searching other places.

At night, it was finally time to announce the outstanding works.

Muroyama Shinji said something to Samuda Masaaki, then got up and left.

Shortly after he left, the lights in the venue suddenly went out.

The originally quiet people suddenly became a little restless.

When the lights finally came on, the previous atmosphere returned.

"what--"

On the field, Masaaki Samuda grabbed his collar, stood up, and made a painful and hoarse sound.

Then he fell to the ground, causing screams from people around him.

"Mr. Samuda!"

"grandfather!"

Several people hurried over and called out, but received no response.

"Someone call an ambulance!"

On the back of Masaaki Samuda's left hand, there was a mark that looked like a needle prick, and there was a small spot of blood.

There was a slightly larger gap in the wooden floor on one side.

"It was poison."

Qinghai Chuantang accidentally spoke out what was in his heart.

the next day.

When Qinghai Chuantang was reading the morning paper in the lounge, someone suddenly appeared behind her.

"Excuse me, is this Miss Qinghai Chuantang?"

"Is there anything wrong?" Qinghai Chuantang turned and looked at him.

Yonezu showed his ID and said, "I'm from the Matsuyama Police Department. You seem to know about Kyoto Rino?"

"Kyoto Rino?"

After hearing this, Qinghai Chuantang thought for a moment and said, "Is it the murdered woman found in Xiaotian River yesterday?"

"Oh? I didn't expect you to confess so easily. That's easy, come with me to the police station and tell me everything slowly, okay?"

Qinghai Chuantang found it a little funny after hearing this: "Don't tell me, you think I killed her, right?"

Yonezuki snorted and said, "You want to quibble? Why don't you go to the office and talk slowly."

"and many more!"

At this time, Conan ran over from somewhere.

"Mr. Policeman, did you make a mistake?"

"Where did this child come from?" Yonezuhisa frowned and looked at the police officer next to him.

The other party shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.

"Forget it, let's take her back to the office first."

"Okay, I can walk by myself, no need to bother you with help."

Qinghai Chuantang said this and stood up, in case he was carried to the police station by two people like a pig.

So just like that, Conan was ignored gorgeously.

Conan, whose face was disheveled in the wind, suddenly remembered the sentence "The pagoda suppresses the river monster, and Conan cannot grow tall."

So, I don't have any say this time because of my height?
just
Looking at Qinghai Chuantang being taken away, Conan felt a sense of inexplicable joy and secret satisfaction in his heart.

I even wanted to help but put my hands on my hips and laugh like Kogoro Mori.

Qinghaichuan, you have come to this day!

This story tells us that there is cause and effect in the world, so we should cherish what we have.

(End of this chapter)