He's in Detective Conan, and he's the mastermind behind everything.

Ayako Suzuki didn't press further, and continued, "I suspect the truth is this: Atsuko wanted to become a famous novelist, but she didn't have the talent. After careful consideration, she set her sights on Chikako-senpai, secretly read the script of 'Blue Kingdom,' and created 'Sky-Colored Country.'"

She's the plagiarist, yet she tells you, Takahashi, that she's the original creator.

She did this to use you; she knows your love for her, and her death will ignite your emotions.

I deduce that in her plan, after her death, you would take the fake manuscript she left behind and sue Chikako to bring the 'truth' to light.

With Atsuko's life as leverage, most people would consider Chikako to be the shameful plagiarist.

All the achievements of "Blue Kingdom" should be attributed to Atsuko.

This was the result she wanted to achieve through death; she fabricated a motive for suicide.

In fact, she was already terminally ill at that time and didn't have long to live!

The words were spoken.

On the ground, Ryoichi Takahashi felt dizzy!

Chapter 291 A Belated Moment of Comfort, The Artificial Human Qian Su!

"Until we meet again, everyone."

After having Chikako Ikeda lift the exhausted Ryoichi Takahashi from the ground, Hotaru turned and left.

Ayako Suzuki's reasoning was interesting, but it also extinguished his desire to continue acquiring murderous intent; staying any longer would be pointless.

"There might be some screams from wild animals later, but don't worry, you'll be fine."

These words echoed from the hazy darkness, and in an instant, they completely melted into the night outside.

The three people in the villa shivered in unison. They knew that the so-called screams of wild beasts must be the wrath of the dead venting their anger on the living.

"what--!!!"

Not long after, they indeed heard a scream, emanating from Ryoichi Takahashi, extremely shrill, as if life itself was being torn from the body along with the sound.

Ayako Suzuki had been staring blankly at the darkness outside the door when she heard the scream. She finally took a deep breath, went over and closed the door.

The two men behind her remained kneeling until they heard the door close, at which point they finally let out a long sigh of relief.

He stood up, looked at Ayako Suzuki, and bowed deeply again.

"Ayako, thank you for saving my life."

"You've been a huge help today."

Ayako Suzuki shook her head slightly: "It has nothing to do with me. It's all thanks to Mr. Death's mercy. Besides, I organized this class reunion, so of course I have to take responsibility for you."

Even so, the two gentlemen were not greenhorns who had just entered society, so they naturally expressed their gratitude.

If this would put their minds at ease, Ayako Suzuki naturally didn't stop them.

Actually, besides her inner fortitude, there was another reason why she dared to stand up at that time.

I always feel...

Mr. Death has a familiar scent.

She couldn't quite put her finger on what exactly she was familiar with, but for some reason, she thought of a naughty little bug.

She shook her head, deciding not to think about it anymore; it would be too disrespectful to Mr. Death.

After a moment, the long-haired pretty boy hesitated before speaking: "Ayako, was Atsuko's suicide really because of that kind of thing? Since she didn't have long to live anyway, she used her life as part of a scheme to frame Chikako and seek fame after her death?"

Ayako Suzuki nodded solemnly: "Of course that's the case. Atsuko is the plagiarist, and Chikako-senpai is an innocent victim."

"But Atsuko, she..."

“Ota, you’re probably too upset. Go back to your room and get some rest. Nothing else will happen here tonight,” Ayako Suzuki interrupted calmly.

The handsome young man paused for a few seconds, about to speak, when Hiroki Kakutani, who was next to him, suddenly turned pale, grabbed his arm and walked upstairs, not forgetting to turn back and call out.

"Ayako, you should get some rest too."

Ayako Suzuki narrowed her eyes slightly and said, "Don't tell anyone about what happened here tonight. We'll discuss how to inform the police and their families after we've assessed the situation outside tomorrow morning. This is for the safety of all of us, understand?"

Hiroki Kakutani nodded quickly, and seeing that the pretty boy seemed a little confused, he also pressed his head down and nodded twice.

"Understood, we will absolutely keep quiet."

After saying that, he felt it wasn't safe enough, so he quickly took out his phone and the pretty boy's phone and put them on the table in the living room.

Although they were deep in the mountains and their cell phones had no signal, and the villa's phone line had been cut by the bandaged freak Takahashi, making a statement was the key.

Ayako Suzuki nodded to him, and Hiroki Kakutani quickly pulled the pretty boy upstairs, whispering something in his ear at the same time.

"That's not important, none of it matters."

The pretty boy had initially found their actions a bit strange, but upon hearing this, his body instantly stiffened.

But he quickly gave a wry smile, pushed away Hiroki Kakutani's hand, and went upstairs by himself.

Wash up, go to sleep, and that's all.

That's right, the truth from two years ago is completely meaningless.

Regardless of the reason for Atsuko's suicide, or who was the plagiarist between her and Chikako, they are both dead now, so why bother dwelling on those things?

And most importantly, the Grim Reaper only summoned back Chikako's spirit.

She is innocent, absolutely innocent.

……

……

"Are you feeling better, Chikako?"

In the pitch-black forest, a torrential downpour began. Ying Sheng stood on the edge of a cliff, looking at the woman beside him.

Chikako's pale face was expressionless. She raised her hand and threw a lump of rotten flesh that she was dragging backwards off the cliff, where it fell without a trace for a long time.

Perhaps it was masked by the sound of rain.

She stared at the darkness below the cliff for a long time. A gentle breeze blew up from the deep bottom of the cliff, taking away the pure, fiery white in her eyes and merging it into the world.

Her eyes returned to normal, clear and bright, and a fleeting sense of relief and liberation flashed across her face.

The next second, it returned to its calm and still state.

She turned to look at Ying Sheng, but didn't say anything. She just stood quietly in the rain, like an exquisite doll, devoid of knowledge and understanding.

Ying Sheng looked her up and down a few times, quite curious: "Have you finally let go of your lingering attachments from your previous life?"

"I don't know," Chikako said.

"You can speak now, that's a good thing. As for your past memories, have you recalled even a single word?"

Ying Sheng turned and walked towards the campfire he had seen earlier. He took out his phone to call Xiao Lan to let her know he was safe. Xiao Lan had called him once earlier when it started raining, but he was pretending to be a ghost at the time, so he hung up and replied to an email.

Throughout the call, Chikako remained quietly behind him without making a sound.

She didn't speak until Ying Sheng hung up the phone.

"No."

"You have no memory of anything at all? That's a bit of a problem. Do you have any plans for the future?"

After asking the question, Ying Sheng realized that her question was rather bizarre. What kind of plans could someone who had died once and lost their memory have for the future?

"No."

As expected, Chikako's answer was the same.

"Do you want to go back to being the person you used to be?" Ying Sheng asked again.

"I do not know."

Do you believe you are Chikako?

"If you say so, then it is."

"Then who am I?"

"I don't know. All I know is that you created me. They just said you're Death. Are you?"

"Heh, if I had to say, the Big Dipper governs the fortunes, misfortunes, lifespans, and deaths of all living beings, and my little star can barely get a piece of the action."

Ying Sheng raised his hand and beckoned behind him. When Chikako walked to his side, he raised his hand and pressed it against her chest, feeling her heartbeat.

Once it was confirmed that she had returned to a normal level, only a little later, Ying Sheng lowered his hand and turned his head to look at her.

"Do you feel any discomfort in your body?"

"It hurts, it hurts everywhere."

When Chikako said this, she remained expressionless, making Hotaru feel as if he were seeing a cheap android from his past life, with a low-quality emotional module.

"Be more specific, don't be so vague," Ying Sheng said.

Chikako was silent for a moment: "The cuts on my limbs, my neck, and my lower abdomen hurt."

"That's normal, I didn't finish restoring you just now."

Ying Sheng looked at her right knee. Perhaps because of walking, the wound there, which had already scabbed over, was now oozing fresh blood again.

At first, the blood was a dark color, but gradually it turned bright red.

That's actually a good omen.

"Can you tolerate it?" Ying Sheng asked.

"can."

"Then just bear with it for now. There must be a first-aid kit in the villa over there. I'll come out and bandage you up in a bit. If you can't bear it anymore, just tell me. I can treat you, but I still hope you can recover slowly on your own. Otherwise, if the wound heals too quickly, it might leave a scar, and that won't look good."

Speaking of which, does a slow recovery mean there won't be any scarring?

Ying Sheng asked curiously, "Do you have a tendency to form keloid scars?"

"do not know."

Chikako's answer was the same as always.