Conan: I Am Not a Snake Spirit

The five little devils followed Chi Fei to the downstairs of the hospital late.

Yuan Tai suddenly remembered something, "By the way, where do we start our investigation?"

Conan looked up at Chi Feichi, "Brother Chi looked at Mr. Zhenzhong's driver's license just now, it should be..."

"Hometown, 6-5-6, Kashito-machi, Tokyo, address, 15, 4-20, Mika-cho, Tokyo," Chi Feichi reported the information on Daijiro Manaka's driver's license, "Start checking from the current place of residence."

"Okay," Mitsuhiko said solemnly, "Si-chome is not far from here, so first ask his neighbors to see if he has encountered any troubles recently."

"However, why did Brother Chi say he was lying?" Ayumi asked doubtfully.

"When people tell a lie, it actually shows on their face. Some people blink their eyes all the time, and some people's eyes flicker," Conan said. "When that person answered Officer Takagi's question, his eyes kept dodging. .”

"It's also possible that he feels very uneasy?" Mitsuhiko guessed, "After all, he can't even remember his own name."

Yuan Tai thought about it, "And he doesn't need to pretend that he has lost his memory, does he?"

"This..." Conan looked at Chi Feichi who was walking beside him, "I don't know yet."

"I'm not sure yet," Chi Feichi said after a pause, "But that person is very strange."

"Is there?" Mitsuhiko frowned and thought.

"Yes, he was going in the direction of the Mihua Town residential area, which is strange," Conan said, "If most people want to hang themselves, they will choose a place with fewer people, right?"

"Not everyone thinks the same," Guangyan plucked up the courage to retort, and secretly glanced at Chi Feichi. Seeing Chi Feichi nodding at him, his heart suddenly calmed down, and he continued with a serious face, "And there are many secluded places in the residential area." A place, maybe a certain place has a different meaning to him, and he wants to go to that place to kill himself. This is also possible. In short, we should get enough clues first, and then judge his behavior. You can't just doubt him like that, can you?"

Conan originally wanted to talk about gloves, but he was persuaded by Mitsuhiko's last words, and nodded with a smile, "That's right."

Mitsuhiko breathed a sigh of relief, and also laughed, "Thank you, Conan, and...Brother Chi!"

Hui Yuanai walked aside, curling up with Feichi in a good mood.

Brother Feichi can sometimes "fix Conan with one punch", but generally speaking, he still respects different opinions and encourages them to think more.

What's with this inexplicable sense of pride?

Alas, anyway, her brother Feichi is super nice~!

...

A group of people arrived at Mihuacho 4-20, No. 15 in an apartment building.

There were five little devils there, and the woman who rented the apartment thought that bad people would not bring a group of children to do bad things, so she didn't care about Chi Feichi's cold expression, and believed it after hearing what happened, and took a group of people to Zhenzhong Daijiro s room.

"Mr. Zhenzhong turned out to be a painter." Mitsuhiko stood at the door and looked around the room.

"Yes," the woman laughed, "but he's not famous at all."

Ayumi looked at the paintings in the room and sighed, "But the paintings are very beautiful."

Chi Feichi walked to a pile of paintings and looked at them. They were all realistic oil paintings. They were very experienced in composition, brushwork, and color matching. It could be seen that they had been formally learned.

Hui Yuanai walked aside, looked at the paintings one by one, "Sometimes, you don't get famous just by painting beautifully."

Chi Feichi agreed in his heart.

If there is something missing, it is probably the artistic conception.

To put it more mysteriously, it is the soul.

Whether it is a painting or a photograph, classic works may not fit a certain framework, nor may they require exaggerated expression methods. Some styles are deviant, and some styles are conventional, but they can make people's eyes shine or the more they look, the more charming they are. .

Even if it is a realistic painting, a slight adjustment in light may give a different feeling, depending on the artist's own ideas, or it can be said that it is the artist's own style.

Daijiro Manaka's paintings are beautiful, but they lack that little 'idea'.

But this can’t be forced, and sometimes the trace of inspiration that can’t be found by looking around and staring at it will appear in the noisy streets of the city.

In addition, even if you can draw well, it is uncertain whether you will be famous or not. Don’t forget that some artists become famous after their death...

"He is really serious. He doesn't care even if it takes half a year to paint a good painting," the woman said, feeling a little dissatisfied. "It's no wonder that he can't even hand over the house!"

Conan asked curiously, "Is his financial situation not good?"

"Mr. Zhenzhong Daijiro!"

From the rear, two people, one tall and one short, entered the door.

The short man was wearing a red shirt, a dark green and black vertical striped suit, his hair was dyed yellow and turned into a killer jet head, and he was wearing a gold necklace around his neck.

The tall man was wearing a blue shirt, a red and white vertical striped suit, a big bald head, and a gold necklace around his neck.

Chi Feichi turned his head and saw the two, and instantly remembered the three primary colors—red, yellow, and blue.

as well as……

Red and green are not something ordinary people can wear!

The short man had a sneer on his face, "I have to ask you to pay back the money today!"

The tall man immediately said, "With the capital and interest, the total is two million."

The woman frowned when she saw the expression of "I am Hei Shihui" from the two, and walked forward with her hips akimbo, "Mr. Zhenzhong is not here now."

The two did not entangle, and when they turned to leave, the tall man dropped a sentence: "Tell him, we will come again!"

The woman watched the two go out, then turned to Chi Feichi and the others and said, "If Mr. Zhenzhong has any troubles, I think he is in debt, and those two people come to him every day to collect debts."

"If his troubles are debts..." Yuan Tai looked at Chi Feichi and shook his head quickly, "No, no, we can only use our funds to help, and Brother Chi doesn't owe him anything!"

"But we don't have enough funds," Mitsuhiko rubbed his chin, "I haven't had any commission recently, even if I have, it will take a long time to save."

"You don't owe him anything," Chi Feichi said in a cold tone, "As a healthy adult with limbs and brains, it would be a failure if a group of children save money to help him. .”

"Yes, that's right," Bu Mei saw that Chi Feichi's face was cold and sweaty, and turned to ask the woman, "Is there no one Mr. Zhenzhong knows who can lend him money?"

"He has no family anymore, although there seems to be an uncle here..." The woman thought back and waved her hand, "But no matter how many times he asks, the other party seems to refuse to borrow even a dime."

"That uncle doesn't have much money either, does he?" Ayumi asked.

"He's a rich man!" The woman lowered her voice gossipingly, "It's Mr. Yinlin who has a big mansion in Mihuanan Town."

"Mihua Nancho?" Mitsuhiko recalled.

"Yes, yes," Yuan Tai said excitedly, "The house number says Yinlin's big mansion, I've seen it before!"

"The other party doesn't seem to have any family members left, just alone," the woman said in a depressed tone, "I don't understand what those rich people think, since he is the only nephew who is related to him by blood. It doesn't matter how good it is!"

The only blood relative...

Conan thought, and suddenly understood.

If that Mr. Yinlin died, then as the only blood relative, Zhenzhong Daijiro could inherit the inheritance.

Daijiro Zhenzhong went in the direction of Mihua Nancho today, maybe not to commit suicide, but because he couldn’t stand being forced to pay debts, maybe he also resented his uncle who refused to help him, and wanted to kill him, so, in Zhenzhong In Daijiro's bag, apart from the rope used to hang himself, there is also a suicide note in an overly old tone and a pair of work gloves.

Chi Feichi saw Conan staring at the place with a pensive expression, looked at the woman, and made the final interpersonal negotiation, "Thank you, I have caused you trouble, we want to visit that Mr. Yinlin's house, so don't bother. "

From this point of view, Daijiro Zhenzhong pretended to have amnesia because Takagi said that he was a policeman. Daijiro Zhenzhong was worried that the police would find out that he wanted to kill someone, so he had an idea and pretended to have amnesia.

"You're too polite," the woman smiled when she saw the young man in front of her, although her face was cold, but she spoke politely, "The other party is so easy to talk to, but unfortunately I don't have any acquaintances there, otherwise I can take you there !"

A group of people greeted and left, and Yuan Tai led the way to Yinlin's house.

Mitsuhiko was walking on the road, and suddenly stopped, "I finally know!"

Ayumi turned her head and asked, "Are you talking about solving Mr. Zhenzhong's debt?"

"Uh, that's not there yet," Mitsuhiko said with a serious face, "I know the reason why Mr. Manaka walked that road."

Conan was a little surprised.

Did Mitsuhiko know?

"Mr. Zhenzhong was planning to go to his uncle's house in Mihuanan Town." Mitsuhiko frowned and said seriously, "It goes without saying the purpose, because no matter how many times he asks, the other party is unwilling to lend him money. , made him very dissatisfied, so he planned to go to his uncle's house to commit suicide!"

The relieved smile on Conan's face froze.

"Cursed by evil spirits? It sounds good too," Huiyuan smiled sadly, "This kind of innocence is only for children."

Mitsuhiko looked at Hui Yuan Ai in doubt, "Hui Yuan, you are a little too old for what you said? I..."

Conan suddenly turned around and ran towards the hospital.

No, he has to confirm again!

Children can be naive, but the truth cannot be concealed by innocence.

...

Conan ran back to the hospital in the first place, and went upstairs and into the ward, leaving the others far behind.

In the ward, Takagi She didn't finish yawning, and watched Conan close the door in doubt, "Conan? Didn't you go back?"

"I'm still a little worried," Conan said with a smile to Takagi, walked to the hospital bed, looked up at Daijiro Zhenzhong who was sitting on the bed, and said in a low voice, "Your feet Will it hurt?"

Deceived by Conan's appearance, Daijiro Shinaka looked at his leg that had been casted, "After the anesthetic wears off, it will be a bit painful."

"But it's the foot that's broken. It's great, right?" Conan smiled and continued to whisper, "If it's the hand, you can't draw until it's healed."

Daijiro Zhenzhong said with a smile, "That's right."

With a smile on Conan's face, his heart gradually became heavy.

This person knew that he was a painter, so he pretended to have lost his memory!