Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator

"Yes." said Aoyagi Binguang.

Miwa Kazuya was startled. He didn't expect his intuition to be so accurate: "Who is it? Have you caught him? What is his purpose?"

Both the organization and the FBI seem to be very good at physical memory recovery, and they are ruthless in using it. Sanluanhe will not sympathize with the person who betrayed him, he just wants to know the reason why the other party did it.

However, facing his expectant gaze, Aoyagi Binguang denied it: "I didn't catch him because he was not targeting you at all."

"what??"

Miwa Kazuya's eyes widened, wondering if he had paranoid delusions, while Aoyagi Akimichi looked at his hair and figure and continued, "He was the criminal who pushed down the steel bars, but it was an accident because he confused you with someone else."

Miwa Kazuya was completely stunned.

He never expected that this kind of plot would only happen in a cheesy mystery drama... Oh, no, he was now in a mystery comic game.

"What should I do then?" Miwa Kazuya frowned, "Will he continue to cause trouble for me?"

He didn't ask Aoyagi Binguang how he knew so much without arresting anyone, he was just worried about how to deal with this trouble.

"It's okay." Qing Liu Bingguang comforted, "He has found the real target and will not come to kill you again. After all, the prisoner also has limited energy."

Miwa Kazuya's first reaction was relief.

As the saying goes, a friend dies, but I live. My own safety always comes first. As for the safety of other people and other NPCs...

He was curious about the identity of the unlucky guy who was actually being targeted: "Do you know who he's looking for? Does he really look like me?"

Aoyagi Akimitsu's gaze shifted from Miwa Kazuya's face to the boxes of games in front of him. When he saw one of the covers, a smile seemed to appear in his light brown eyes.

"You saw him at the door just now. Do you think you look alike?"

"!"

The image of the president's son who had just slammed the door and left appeared in Miwa Kazuya's mind.

By the way, in this world, in addition to the capitalist presidents, these arrogant and rude young masters and young ladies who are good at offending people are also at the top of the list of high-risk occupations!

...That's right, it's normal for such a person to be targeted. How could he, a plagiarist who just wants to live a peaceful life, offend others for no reason?

After confirming that it had nothing to do with him, Sanluo Heya felt that the pain in his head and feet was gone. He had no intention of calling the police and focused all his attention on the game.

"Huh? This is..."

He picked up the game that Aoyagi Binguang had just been looking at.

The packaging design is very simple. A long and thin waterfall cascades down between the rocks on both sides. This photo, which should be a real scene, directly occupies the entire cover, with the name of the game printed in the middle.

"Perfect Crime..."

...a perfect crime?

Kazuya Miwa couldn't recognize where the cover was taken, but he knew the meaning of the name and his eyebrows twitched.

What era is perfect crime still a thing? Let alone various probes and advanced inspection technology, even in this world, the police like to close some homicide cases as accidents or suicides. After years of being proud, the criminals will blow themselves up, and then the relatives and friends of the victims will come to their door and kill them on the spot...

He was a little disgusted. Many passers-by have this mentality, they are indifferent to things other than themselves, and will not meddle in other people's affairs, but they themselves reject crime and look down on criminals in daily life (of course, they can't afford to offend them).

Miwa Kazuya turned to the back to check the game introduction, and his expression became more and more strange.

"An absolutely unsolvable puzzle, the most powerful puzzle-solving work of the new era, the highest challenge issued by the designer to the players...?"

After reading out these exaggerated descriptions, Miwa Kazuya made a direct comment: "How confident! In my experience, the more exaggerated a game is, the more likely it is that its sales will plummet."

At this point, he suddenly remembered what he heard at the convenience store: "This game was designed by the president's son who ran off to start his own company?"

Aoyagi Akimichi nodded: "Yes, and the sales of this game are very poor, and the online reviews are also very bad."

"Because the gameplay is too difficult?" Miwa Kazuya was not familiar with detective games and could only guess, "Is it difficult to find clues to solve the case?"

"It was really difficult. I gave up halfway through the game and went online to look for a guide."

Aoyagi Binkou showed a nostalgic expression.

"The method of committing the crime was not very sophisticated, and it was almost exactly the same as several mystery novels I had read. The designer was therefore accused of plagiarism... but he did not admit it at all, and cursed the players who left such comments in the comment section."

Miwa Kazuya was even more speechless.

The game itself is rubbish, and the designers don't respect the players, stepping on every minefield. It would be a shame if it doesn't fail miserably for those excellent works with good quality but mediocre sales.

However, he noticed something that Aoyagi Binkou said.

"Have you given up? Can't you...can't you deduce the truth of the case?" Miwa Kazuya's tone was more surprised than when he heard that the criminal had mistakenly identified the wrong person.

"Is that weird? I've never been good at mental activities."

Players from the same camp cannot lie to each other, and what Qingliu Bingguang said at this time was completely true - his true understanding in his heart.

"I'm not good at solving cases or deciphering secrets. Especially the secret rooms and pre-mortem information. I've never understood why people can think of such complicated things before they die or after killing someone in a fit of rage..."

Aoyagi Akimichi said calmly as he took the game cartridge from Miwa Kazuya's hand and turned it over to look at the waterfall cover again.

He fell silent as if he was thinking about something.

Chapter 258 Accident?

The next day was Saturday, and Miwa Kazuya slept until he woke up naturally.

He sat up on the bed and saw the simple ward with little furniture and the cloudy sky outside the window.

It was raining again today, and the cool wind blew in through the window gaps, and the rain splashed on the window. The lights in the ward were not on, and the room was quite dark.

Kazuya Miwa went to the bathroom in the ward to brush his teeth and wash his face. Just as he finished cleaning his personal hygiene and returned to bed, there was a knock on the ward door and the doctor from yesterday came in with a nurse.

The doctor looked at him, and was stunned when he saw the dark circles under his eyes. He asked with concern: "You are finally awake, Mr. Lu Ren, how do you feel today?"

"It's much better now. I think I can be discharged from the hospital now."

Miwa Kazuya couldn't help but yawn.

Yesterday, Aoyagi Akimitsu's skill clone left in the evening, and no one else came to visit him afterwards. Because he was really bored, Miwa Kazuya ate dinner in the hospital and then started playing games until 4 in the morning.

He looked at the clock opposite. It was almost 11:20. He was afraid that the medical staff had come once earlier, but saw that he was still sleeping, so they did not disturb him.

"You have a mild concussion. To be on the safe side, it's best to stay in the hospital for a few days for observation." The nurse smiled, "Don't worry, if there are no abnormalities, you can be discharged the day after tomorrow."

Miwa Kazuya nodded helplessly and began to accept the doctor's examination.

The doctor first looked at his head and ankles, asked a few questions, then took the clipboard from the nurse and wrote a few words: "The preliminary examination is fine. Go for another scan in the afternoon. As for rest..."

He patiently reminded him of some trivial matters, and Sanlun He also responded patiently, but he didn't remember a word of it.

After confirming the situation, the doctor left first and the nurse stayed temporarily and asked him if he wanted lunch in the hospital. Miwa Kazuya recalled the meal last night and refused without hesitation.

"No, I want to order takeout." He picked up his phone. "Don't worry, I'll go get it myself and won't let them come up to disturb other patients."

Seeing this, the nurse said nothing more and politely left.

The door of the ward was closed, and Sanlun Heye clicked on the food delivery app on the first row of the mobile phone page.

He picked a spicy burger set from a fast food restaurant. Maybe because it was raining, the delivery fee was 800 yen, which he thought was expensive, but he really didn't want to go out by himself, so he decided to place the order anyway.

While waiting for delivery, Sanlun and Ya opened a group chat.

The above conversation ended when Qing Liu Bingguang asked him to go back to his room directly. From last night to this morning, the other party did not send any messages.

Miwa Kazuya touched the bandage on his forehead. In fact, he stayed up so late last night because he was worried that the criminal would attack him, not just for the game... Fortunately, nothing happened all night.

It seems that what the teammates said was right. After the prisoner realized that he had found the wrong person and confirmed the real target, he never came to look for him again.

He breathed a silent sigh of relief.

Aoyagi Binguang probably won't come today, and Sanluan He didn't say anything in the group chat. He turned off the system, opened the browser, and planned to watch something to pass the time while waiting for the meal.

Out of curiosity, he searched for information about the president's son who was actually targeted by the criminal.

The son's name is Kawai Koichi, a celebrity about whom there is some basic information on the Internet.

Miwa Kazuya was so absorbed in watching the black buildings on 2CH that he almost forgot the time. It was not until the phone rang that he reluctantly put it down and walked out the door with his cane.

The corridor was the same as yesterday, with two foreign bodyguards at the end. No longer feeling the malicious gazes, Miwa Kazuya walked towards the elevator with a refreshed look.

With a ding, the elevator door opened.

Miwa Kazuya raised his crutches and tried to move inside. Someone walked out of the elevator and he was stunned when he saw that face.

"President Kawai?"

The person inside happened to be the father of the person he had just gossiped about, which made Sanlun Heya feel inexplicably guilty.

He had just browsed the detailed introduction of Kawai Group, which was a large enterprise focusing on software development, and the president was a big shot in the financial world. He also saw a photo of him and the chairman of Masuyama Group on the golf course, and the two seemed to have a good relationship.

However, this great man is still alone today.

Looking at the half-white hair and the hospital gown, and thinking about how his father in real life is about the same age as him, Miwa Kazuya felt a little sad.

He couldn't help but say hello.

"Good afternoon, have you had lunch?"

……

The heavy rain seemed to be watering the whole world.

Some people like rainy days, but many people don’t. Travel plans are interrupted, it’s troublesome to go out with an umbrella, there are traffic jams, there are too many people on public transportation, and clothes can’t dry...

For example, Koichi Kawai, who was waiting for the traffic light, once again complained in his heart about the horrible weather.

The reason was simple. Every time it rained, his landlord, who usually liked to go out and play marbles, would stay in the apartment, pick up the notebook that recorded the rent collection, and go to the tenants who owed rent one by one.

Kawai Koichi was one of them, and he had been in arrears for two months. If the stingy landlord hadn't known his background, he would have kicked him out long ago.

Looking at the traffic light on the opposite side that was obscured by the rain and became blurred, Kawai Koichi reached his other hand into his pocket, and his watch knocked against the mobile phone, and he held it tightly.

Today, he would look for his father again... Even though yesterday was not pleasant and he embarrassed him in public, he had to look for him...

Thinking of what happened in the ward yesterday, Kawai Koichi's back teeth gradually clenched, and his expression changed uncontrollably.

Suddenly, he heard laughter coming from the crowd around him who were also waiting.

The laughter was very soft, so soft that it sounded like an auditory hallucination caused by anxiety, or like the hissing of a poisonous snake crawling through the grass, and disappeared in an instant.

Kawai Koichi shuddered.