Conan: My Old Sister Maurilan

Taking a step back, the locomotive turned into a silver-white galloping figure and left the gate of Didan High School.

"Jingle Bell----!"

Xiaolan heard her mobile phone ringing, took it out and opened the cover of the mobile phone, on which was written the name of Kudo Shinichi.

Press the answer button and put the phone to your ear.

"Hey, Xiaolan, the classmates said that you went out to lunch with a first-year student today, is it true?!"

Shinichi's voice came from the other end of the phone, full of anxiety.

But besides Shinichi's questioning, there were many detective fans screaming beside the phone, shouting 'Shinichi-sama'.

......

On the other hand, the public students did not go to Cupido Elementary School.

Instead, after getting the student address provided by Akiko Yonehara, he went to Minako Mochizuki's home.

It was a very dilapidated home.

To be precise, since the death of the child, this family has existed in name only and was completely destroyed.

Minako's father was holding a wine bottle in his hand. His hair, which had not been washed for a long time, was messy and covered his nose. His beard, which could be used as a brush, was also stained with some wine, and a few strands stuck together.

Sitting in front of the house, leaning against the wall, in a comatose state.

It seems to last more than a day like this.

Then it was Minako's mother who opened the door for the public, a lady with numb pupils and a haggard expression. When she opened the door, she was holding a kitchen knife in her hand, and her spirit was in a state of losing control at any time.

"Who are you... looking for..."

The tone was trembling, and there was a kind of ruthlessness.

The knife in his hand will be used at any time, and it may also be because the existence of the knife gives this person the only remaining sense of security.

"I'm here to buy a house."

It is an experience.

If Kosei opened his mouth and said Minako Mochizuki's name directly, I'm afraid the knife in front of him would be brandished directly.

Even if the public student can easily take away the opponent's knife.

But what's the use...

Identify yourself, say you're a lawyer, a detective?

There are fairy tale plots in the world of children. After revealing your identity, others will happily introduce you in, and then tell you the most important clue of the whole case.

The world of adults is mostly composed of speechlessness and collapse.

Why did no lawyers come to uphold justice when Minako died three years ago, and no detectives appeared to investigate evil.

What's the use of showing up now!

Is it to give hope to two desperate people, or to laugh at each other? I am a messenger of justice, and I am here to reverse the case for Minako. What kind of powerful "Heisei lawyer" is I?

"Our house is not for sale... Forget it, come in and have a look."

A broken world is often very simple.

Minako's mother put away the kitchen knife and opened the door directly, indicating that the prince can come in.

Then Minako's father, who was lying at the door, closed the door again.

No slippers and no glass of water.

Gongsheng carefully looked at the structure of the house in front of him, it seemed that it hadn't changed since about three years.

In people's homes, there are spider webs in the corners of the walls, and dust accumulates on the cabinets and countertops.

From time to time, I guessed melon seed shells or fruit cores under my feet.

Dirty and messy, everything just piled up randomly.

There are no photos in the living room that can be seen at a glance.

"How big is your house? How many square meters?"

In a corner of the living room, a small ancestral hall is built to enshrine the photos of girls who have passed away.

A gray and white photo of Minako Mochizuki.

The public student just glanced at it and took it directly.

"I don't know. If you look around, you can enter these rooms."

It seemed that she didn't want to mention it, so Minako's mother waved her hand, saying that the public can look at it casually.

Or, it doesn't matter how much the house sells for.

Even if it's a cheap sale, I'm afraid the lady in front of me will agree...

Because the children committed suicide unjustly, the parents' world has collapsed, and the value of this house is equivalent to that of the wasteland.

Perhaps, after selling it, building a small thatched cottage in front of her daughter's grave and guarding her daughter every day is the greatest psychological comfort for the lady in front of her.