Conan's grammatical investigator

Chapter 37 A Foreign Bodhisattva
At the back door of Maruden's mansion, Qin Zhibo caught up with Ajiujincheng who was trying to slip away quietly.

Originally, Qin Zhibo thought that Ajiu Jincheng secretly took away the dragon-shaped sculpture used for mortgage while the police were not paying attention, so he sneaked away at this time.

After catching up with Ajiujincheng, Qin Zhibo discovered that Ajiujincheng didn't take the sculpture.

"Then why are you running?" Qin Zhibo asked puzzled.

"I" Akutsu Makoto faltered, "I just don't want to talk about my father."

Ajiu Jincheng looked embarrassed, but this strengthened Qin Zhibo's determination to explore the matter.

"Mr. Ajiujin, we have agreed before, I will help you get rid of the suspicion, tell me about your father."

"Don't worry, I don't work for anyone, I just want to know something about Mr. Akutsu Makoto for my own reasons."

"Especially about the sleeping sea god."

Hearing this, Ajiu Jincheng's eyes suddenly widened like copper bells, as if some special memory had been evoked.

And at this moment, Conan, who ran too fast and didn't brake the brakes, also suddenly rushed out from the door.

"Gong Conan?"

"How did you come?"

Conan grinned lightly and raised his wallet.

Seeing Conan holding his wallet, Qin Zhibo took the wallet back and opened it to count the banknotes in it.

Conan: "."

After counting the banknotes, Qin Zhibo put the wallet in his pocket again, thanked him briefly, and left with his arm around Ajiu Jincheng's shoulder.

Although Conan was a little hurt by Qin Zhibo's action of counting the banknotes, he still wrote down some information he heard when he ran to the corner of the back door just now.

"Sleeping Sea God?"

Leaving Maruden's mansion, Qin Zhibo and Akutsu Makoto came to Akutsu Makoto's sculpture studio.

The students in the studio had already left, Ajiu Jincheng took out the key to open the door, and entertained Qin Zhibo to enter.

When the two were seated, Ajiu Jincheng, who had been silent all the way, finally began to speak.

"My father was a great artist and the soul of modern Japanese sculpture."

"My father devoted his whole life to sculpting, and this spirit also infected me, making me a sculptor now."

"Of course, in terms of sculpture, I am far from being as talented and creative as my father. So far, I have only imitated my father's sculpture style."

"But since that serious illness, everything has changed."

Qin Zhibo moved the chair a little closer, because Ajiu Jincheng's voice became smaller and smaller.

"I remember that day should be March 1980, 3. There was a slight earthquake in the morning. I went to the carving room later than my father as usual."

"But when I arrived, I found my father was bleeding from his mouth and nose, and passed out on the ground."

"I rushed my father to the hospital. After the doctor's diagnosis, he said that my father had a strange fever and scurvy that was very popular on ancient sea ships."

"During the period of illness, my father sometimes fell into a coma, sometimes yelled, and spoke nonsense, saying strange things like a giant monster."

"After half a month of treatment, the symptoms of fever and scurvy subsided completely, and I brought my father home."

"But since returning home, my father has locked himself in the studio every day, busy with a certain sculpture."

"That sculpture is different from my father's previous sculpture style, it is"

Speaking of this, Ajiu Jincheng showed a puzzled expression on his face, and his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was recalling the long-buried memory.

"It seems to be some kind of very abstract creature, but it's hard for me to tell what it is, and my father never told me what it is, only that the statue is called 'Sleeping Poseidon'."

"In short, after the statue was completed, my father put the statue in the shrine and visited it every day."

"Later, my father's mental and physical condition became worse and worse, and he could no longer stay at home, so the family decided to send him to Qingshan Mental Hospital."

"A few months before leaving the statue, my father was very manic, but after treatment by a psychiatrist, he gradually calmed down."

"It's just that every time the family visits, he asks how the statues are doing."

"Father's paranoia lasted for about ten years, and it wasn't until five years ago that he stopped talking about the statue."

"The normal situation lasted for another year. In order to test whether he could be discharged from the hospital, the doctor decided to do a test and asked the family to bring the statue over to see if my father still had any strange fantasies about the statue."

"At that time, I remembered that there was also a newcomer writer who claimed to be here to collect materials to observe."

"The original test went well. Even if the statue was placed in front of my father, my father didn't have the slightest desire to pay homage."

"But it wasn't until that goddamn writer picked up his camera and pointed it at the statue that my dad had a fit."

"Father pushed and beat the writer like crazy, cursing the writer for being so disrespectful to the gods."

"From then on, my father started talking nonsense every day, and he died not long after."

After talking about Ajiujin Zhenwu, Qin Zhibo also understood why Ajiujincheng didn't want to mention these things.

Because for Ajiu Jincheng, these are painful experiences that he doesn't want to recall anymore.

There are two kinds of diseases in the world, which torment the family members more than the patients themselves.

One is a vegetative person, and the family members have to endure the unknown time every day in the cycle of hope and loss.

One is mental illness. Family members cannot understand and help patients, and can only fall into helplessness and self-doubt.

Qin Zhibo patted Ajiu Jincheng's shoulder comfortingly, and then asked, "Can I have a look at that statue?"

"Yes, yes, but I put it in the back of the warehouse. You have to wait a while."

"It's okay, I can afford to wait."

Under Qin Zhibo's gaze, Ajiu Jincheng left.

When he came back again, Ajiujin was holding a huge object wrapped in foam paper in his arms.

The dusty foam paper was peeled off layer by layer, revealing the true contents of the objects inside.

It was some kind of strange creature in humanoid form crouched on the ashlar pedestal below, a fat creature with a chaotic outline, the only obvious thing being the wings on its back which were utterly sick.

As for its head, it is as vague and abstract as a mass of crumbled plasticine.

On this statue, Qin Zhibo really saw the investigation point.

【Investigation√】

[This is a statue of the Father]

[That is, in one thing, know the sky and make the gods, and make the soul deadly]

[If you pay homage devoutly, everyone can be the sun, everyone can be the sun god, and everyone can be fatal]

[That is, if it is not the case, you will hear the Tao in the morning and die in the evening]

The description in the investigation statement was very weird, but Qin Zhibo probably understood what it meant.

Is this asking me to pay homage to this foreign Bodhisattva?

(End of this chapter)