Conan's Helping People

Chapter 396 Where are you?

The wind swept through the snow and slapped on the transparent glass window.

Kyoko Komorida reluctantly raised her hand to hold the beige curtain. Her hands were wet, and she wet the curtain, making it fit tightly against the glass window in an instant.

After pressing for a moment, Kyoko Komorida's hand fell down again and slapped it back into the bathtub.

She raised her face weakly, opened her mouth to breathe, but was forced to swallow the warm, salty water.

This is a secret room. The bathroom door is locked from the inside. There is also a baseball bat behind the inside door. The purpose is to prevent people outside from pushing open the bathroom door, and the window is also locked from the inside.

If the police come to investigate a few days later, or months later, it only takes a few seconds to see the inside of the bathroom. While sincerely thanking Kyoko Komorida, the deceased, without hesitation, wrote down the judgment [it was suicide] on the record.

This is nothing, because Kyoko Komorita originally committed suicide.

There are many ways to commit suicide. The most common ones are to swallow medicine, cut your wrists and commit suicide, or jump off a building with a lie on the track. It is too unacceptable to jump off a building with a lie on the track. Not only is it very painful, but it is miserable to die, which will scare others, but the family will also pay the "cleaning fee".

So Kyoko Komorita chose the first two, swallowed sleeping drugs and painkillers in advance, and then soaked herself in warm water to cut her wrists.

The human protection mechanism is very wonderful. She thought so, but it didn't hurt at all, but fear and unknown made every second extremely long. The suffocation and the water that swelled into the nose, mouth, ears and eyes also made her struggle violently.

She could only use the last bit of strength to erect her head when she was drowsy, so that the water could only stay on her chin.

But it was not enough, not enough. When she looked up, the water was obviously not coming up at all, but she felt a madly suffocating feeling. She seemed to have layers of handkerchiefs covered with her mouth and nose, and she could only do her best to breathe.

But even so, my chest cavity was still so stuffy, and my strength and consciousness gradually disappeared like a silk thread.

The water gradually became colder, and she could feel her body temperature getting colder little by little. Something was slowly flowing out of her body, not just blood, but also an invisible life.

Her body seemed to have become a glass bottle with a gap at the bottom, loaded with a full bottle of vitality and her life was silent but unstoppable.

As she was confused, Kyoko Komorida raised her hand again, and a trace of thought flashed across her vaguely, "If, if someone could come and save her." This thought flashed and collided with the idea of ​​"I want to leave this world."

They did not engage in intense entanglement and decisions, and Kyoko Komorida had no energy to think hard.

The street lights outside seemed to be malfunctioning, and they were flashing and darkening. She could feel that her vision was also dimming.

Her wet hands pressed against the curtains, leaving another blurred light red palm print on the off-white curtains.

At this moment, she heard a sound that was a little louder than the sound of wind and snow outside. The other party seemed to be a young man, and his voice was obviously different from that of an adult. He was definitely a minor, and his tone was a little distressed, probably because he encountered something difficult.

The other party said, "Calm down, don't be angry?"

At this special time, if you don’t reunite with your family, you have a difficult conversation on the street. Did the other party quarrel with your family, lover or friends?

This light thought went around in my mind and disappeared like a cigarette smoke ring floating up. Kyoko Komorida smiled bitterly. She chose to leave at such a special time, and she still had time to care for others.

I would definitely be shocked by the serious and distressed young boy outside knowing that he would definitely be shocked? It would be quite unlucky to be paid attention to by the dying person.

She lost her strength and slid a little.

The warm water immediately flowed into her nose, mouth, ears and eyes. She choked on her instinct. Her mind, which was originally drowsy due to medicine, blood loss and soaking in water, woke up for a moment, "I'm going to die, I'm really going to die" passed through her mind. Then, she became even more drowsy and struggled only by instinct when drowning.

Outside, the underage who was making the phone calls became louder.

She heard the other party protest seriously and said, "Don't slander me."

This sentence was still a little blurry and far away, she could only hear it, her mind was not working at all, and the next second, she woke up again for a moment.

"By the way," downstairs, there was a glass bottle that was stepped on, and the sound of the glass bottle rolling to the wall sounded, "Did you hear the sound of water?"

"I smelled blood."

Listening to the sound, the other party was actually downstairs, separated by a wall from Kyoko Komorida. It was early morning night again, and the surroundings were very quiet, so it was normal to hear each other's movements.

...Did the other party really hear it?!

"I heard it," the other party's voice became clearer, and there was a cold feeling of pronunciation, "the sound of drowning cough and struggle."

It was as if answering her questions.

Kyoko Komorida woke up a little, hesitated for a few seconds, and her mind started to run hard. She held her breath desperately, trying to suppress the instinctive choking sound of her body.

No, you can't let the other party discover her, otherwise...

Tokyo is very cold. When the other party finds that someone may have encountered an accident, they will probably leave immediately as if nothing happened. However, Kyoko Komorita still prays that the other party will never notice that someone is leaving behind a wall.

For a moment, her mind inevitably flashed through her mind, "If you discover it, will you be saved?", and in just a moment, she disappeared into the choking water.

Kyoko Komorita choked instinctively. Amid her uncontrollable cough and the sound of choking with the water, she raised her head uncontrollably, allowing her face to touch the air on the water.

As soon as she barely opened her eyes and left the water, she looked up at the window with her raised face sideways, and her half-open eyes looked at the window.

Outside the window, there is a dark shadow.

It was a half-squatted figure. The other party was half-squatting in front of the window, raising one hand to cross it between the forehead and the window, and letting his shadow press on the window, making the glass window visible to the room.

It was too sudden and too unprepared to guard against it.

The other party was completely silent. If it weren't for the struggle to raise his head, Kyoko Komorida wouldn't even notice it.

Her creepy, extreme horror surged into her head in an instant, and her originally unfocused vision stabbed straight towards the window.

Is it...what is it?

My throat seemed to be frozen, and my body seemed to be frozen. Kyoko Komorida's brain could react. Now she should scream immediately and roll out of the bathtub and get away from the dark shadows in front of the window.

But her body was motionless, just like she found a pedestrian hitting a car on the road. She was extremely frightened and could not control her body. She could only stare at the car without moving, unable to resist at all.

She looked directly at the dark shadow outside the window.

It was strange that even though the other party was facing the beige curtains and even if the other party was backlit, she couldn't see the other party's appearance clearly, and could only see a black figure. She could intuitively feel that the other party was looking at her quietly, and she could see her embarrassment.

However, this state lasts only for one or two seconds.

Kyoko Komorida was in a special situation. After she froze, she fell down a little further, and the water flooded her mouth and nose again.

The dark shadow in front of the window shook for a moment, and she heard something closer and clearer.

"I said, I heard the sound of water and smelled blood," the shadow bit every pronunciation intact, "not changing the subject."

It was the young man who was separated by a wall.

Kyoko Komorita almost disappeared her instinctive choking reaction, and a thought flashed across her vaguely, "The voice sounds younger."

The other party found out that she...will he save her? Or...?

She heard the other party slowly and said, "Someone is committing suicide by cutting his wrist."

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to say something, so the other party's voice became softer, "Yes, it has nothing to do with me."

"By the way, tonight's mission..."

The black shadow in front of the window jumped down and disappeared into the blurred and dim vision of Kyoko Komorida. There was a very, very obvious sound of landing.

The young, underage, was concerned about the sound on the other end of the phone gradually fading away, "There are so many police here, they won't notice any abnormalities, right?"

The other party left.

...The other party left, really left.

Kyoko Komorida's consciousness gradually became blurred and far away, just like the sound that gradually moved away.

She slid downwards, and half-cool warm water filled her mouth and nose, gradually occupying one end of her life.

As time passed, her consciousness became more blurred. The idea of ​​"The only person who can help me is gone, I'm going to die." It was a blow that disintegrated. She couldn't even gather any thoughts, and could only spread in the darkness that became deeper and deeper.

The vision is getting darker and darker.

In the blurry darkness, a sound suddenly sounded.

It was the sound of glass breaking, and the sound was very loud. Kyoko Komorida was sinking in the bathtub, and she could only hear a lot of sounds that were reduced by water filtration.

The sound of glass breaking was just the beginning, and countless pieces of glass fell to the ground and smashed into the bathtub. Some pieces of glass fell through the buffer of water and hit Kyoko Komorita.

The cold wind outside the window swept through the heavy snow, pouring into the warm bathroom, instantly dropping the temperature inside several amplitudes. Kyoko Komorida half-opened her eyes and closed them weakly.

An idea rose lightly: Someone broke into the window.

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Hinata squatted on the windowsill and looked down at the kind-hearted lady.

This kind and generous lady who gave gifts happily on the first day of the New Year was not slow at all, and she gave points very readily.

When he was "going all the wolves" and was considering whether to go back to "going to sleep in front of the wolf", the system prompted the second task to be completed, and the good-hearted lady paid the payment easily. Now, as soon as he broke the window, the system prompted the task to be completed, and the good-hearted lady paid the payment happily again.

This is such a kind-hearted person.

Unfortunately, good intentions are not rewarded. Now there is a problem: the task has been completed, and he can turn around and leave.

So, should we turn around and leave immediately to satisfy this kind-hearted lady’s wish for “death”?

Hinata half-squatted on the windowsill. He held the window, thinking while looking at the kind-hearted lady quietly.

The kind-hearted lady was soaked in the bathtub. The water in the bathtub was already red, and there were fragments of glass that had just fallen into it.

She was wearing a bathrobe and half curled up in the bathtub. Her long seaweed-like hair floated on the water, and she couldn't tell where her injured wrist was.

No weapon was found.

Hinata observed the ground next to the bathtub reasonably. He half-squatted on the windowsill and could not see the ground closest to the bathtub. He could only see blood on the floor farther away. The color of the blood was stronger than that in the bathtub, probably because it had not been diluted by water.

He moved his gaze again to look at the face of the kind-hearted lady.

This kind-hearted lady is not old and looks like Akimi Miyano and is a school student. Her face turned pale and her lips were as pale as a white mark. The blood blurred her appearance a little.

She had no struggle and no instinct reaction.

Hinata's reasonable eyes fell on her face. He turned his head and hesitated for a few seconds: Should I respect the choice of this kind-hearted lady or save someone?

While hesitating, he continued to look at the kind-hearted lady. This kind-hearted lady is really young and looks about the same age as Akimi Miyano.

He stopped hesitating and directly passed over the bathtub and jumped to the ground. Then he turned around and adjusted the posture of the kind-hearted lady, half-carried her out.

The kind-hearted lady's eyelids moved, and Hinata Yori immediately stopped and looked down.

The other party's eyes opened a little, but there was no focus. He suspected that the other party was not opening his eyes, but his body was driven, so his eyelids were loosened a little.

The bathroom floor is covered with white tiles, no carpets, and only long and short towels and bath towels are placed next to it. There is no special clothes. There is also a baseball bat behind the door, which will take a few seconds to kick it away violently.

Hinata looked around reasonably and could only put the kind-hearted lady flat on the ground.

He found the dagger to cut his wrists under the bathtub.

It was covered with a string of blood beads, and the whole body almost turned red, and even the handle had red marks. The hand holding the knife was probably injured.

Hinata took out a bath towel from the side. He first covered most of the kind-hearted lady's body and tried to preserve her body temperature before looking through the other party's arms.

There were knife marks on the wrist of one arm of the other party, more than one, several repeated, not balanced knife marks, and several even crossed.

From the cut of the knife mark, Hinata can reasonably determine that the opponent's strength is getting smaller and smaller. At first, he still cut the knife and then cut the knife and then cut the knife and it is also lighter.

...Of course, it may also hurt.

There are also scars on the palm of the other hand, which are injured when holding the knife.

The wound on the palm of the hand was fine, but the wound on the arm needed to be bandaged immediately because it was too messy. Hinata took a few more glances before taking out a white towel for simple bandaging.

When bandaging, the kind-hearted lady should have felt the pain, and her eyelids moved again. She opened her eyes and moved her hands subconsciously a few times, but her eyes were still empty and had no focus, and her hands were not strong.

The hand that was injured in her palm touched the knife, and then stopped moving again as if it had touched a switch.

"Don't move." Hinata tightened the towel reasonably and simply completed the temporary fixing bandage.

He took out his cell phone and walked around the button with his fingers: he could not call the ambulance and communicate with the police.

Otherwise, the phone will leave a record, and the other side will know that it is him just by checking it. It will be too troublesome.

You can't leave this kind-hearted lady alone, he has broken the glass and simply bandaged it, leaving traces of himself on the scene. If you leave the other person alone, there may be additional trouble.

If public channels are not possible, they can only be private channels.

After hesitating for a while, Hinata Heiri looked out the business card that Matsuda Hachihei gave him tonight and called out according to the contact information above.

The phone was connected at a speed that was a little faster than the speed he had just hesitated. Almost the moment he dialed out, the beeping prompt sound was not as loud as Matsuda Mitsuhira, and he jumped out on the phone.

"Hi, good morning!"

The sound of the greeting is very cheerful and smooth. It is so cheerful and smooth that it will make people hear it, and the illusion is like, "Ah, this must be a happy person. He must go to work at 10 am and get off work at 4 pm every day. He absolutely works overtime, and he has no worries about work at all, right?"

But unfortunately, the background sound of this cheerful greeting was another person's greeting to Matsuda Mitsuhei.

The other party seemed to be Matsuda Hatsuhira's colleague. Zai Kyo apologized and asked in surprise, "Hello Officer Matsuda, why are you here to run the company at this time?"

Hinata Riki: "…"

As long as you don’t get off work, you won’t be bothering about your hard work overtime work when you get off work, right?

"Moses Moses?" Matsuda Hatsuhei responded to his colleagues briefly and shouted a few more puzzled times, "Are you listening?"

"Sorry, I'm here," Hinata replied rationally, and he moved his gaze to see the pale kind-hearted lady, "You're not at rest time, are you?"

"Rest time?" Matsuda Hachihei repeated, and he said in a tone with a strong nostalgia, "It seems that I haven't heard this word anymore. The last time I heard it seemed that it was just graduation holiday."

I immediately became serious, "What's wrong?"

"Near Miyano's house, I found a kind-hearted lady who committed suicide by cutting her wrists," Hyuga corrected herself reasonably, "and she committed suicide by cutting her wrists repeatedly."

He lowered his head and looked at Matsuda Jinhei's white business card, his eyes falling on the 'Explosive Disposal Class' on the business card.

Well, Matsuda Hashihei's work scope may not include dealing with suicide victims.

"Self-death?" Matsuda Jinhei's tone immediately tensed, "Where are you now?"

"Sorry to bother you," Hinata turned its business card and put it away. "Can you please help me transfer the phone number? It's the person responsible for handling such matters."

He added, "Sorry, I can't call the ambulance, emergency police phones and fire phones, I can't leave any traces, only through private channels."

"Please transfer the phone number."

"I said," Matsuda Hachihei said word by word, "Where are you?"

...Huh, are you angry?

(End of this chapter)