Conan: The winner is justice

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye it was the day of the trial of Koshimizu Nanatsuki's case.

The hearing is scheduled for 1:30 p.m.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Gu Meimen went to the detention center again, met with the client, and told her about the real murderer.

is that so?

After listening to Gu Meimen's words, Koshimizu Nanatsuki looked surprised.

What you mean is that Conan's reasoning at the time was wrong. The truth is that I didn't kill Junya Tokizu, I just knocked him out. Later, Guangsheng came in through the window and hit him a few more times. Kill him completely?

That's it, Kaio Guangsheng has admitted it.

Gu Meimen nodded.

However, you are still guilty of attempted intentional homicide. If you want to accuse the real murderer, you can't get away with this crime. But in the court hearing this afternoon, as long as you do what I say, you will definitely not go to jail.

That's it...

Koshimi Nanatsuki murmured to himself, seemingly thoughtful.

After hesitating for a moment, she said hesitantly: Is there a possibility, and I mean possibility, that it was me who killed Toki Jinjunzai. Although the puzzle of Conan's reasoning is incomplete, he still pointed out the right person when he identified the murderer?

Huh? What are you talking about?

Gu Meimen frowned slightly, then sneered.

You want to say that Conan's father, or Hattori Heiji's father, they identified you, maybe I have to weigh it, but these two grandsons? One is seven years old, and the other is sixteen or seventeen years old. Even the living expenses are provided by their parents. A little kid?

Uh, actually...

Asshole, who are you calling a brat?

Koshimi Nanatsuki hadn't finished speaking when a Kansai-accented roar suddenly came from the direction of the door.

When he looked back, he saw the black coal kiln, oh no, Hattori Heiji was looking at him with anger and a fierce look on his face.

Standing next to him was a familiar elementary school student, Conan, who always pretended to be calm with his hands in his pockets.

They were brought here by the police on duty at the detention center.

Oh, is it you again?

Gu Meimen raised her eyebrows, Why don't these two little kids study hard and come to the detention center to visit their future homes?

You bastard lawyer, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll beat you up!

Hattori Heiji's character is still impulsive.

He looked at Gu Meimen, his eyes were as big as an ox, and he moved his knuckles with his hands, making a crunching sound.

Am I wrong in what I said?

Gu Meimen looked at him without any fear.

Aren't you kids? Don't your parents have to pay for your living expenses? Or do you think you have earned a dime? What else can detectives like you do besides causing trouble for your parents and asking them to wipe your ass? It's easy to say that your grandchildren are all frivolous. Yes, if you get older, I should call you Nite-gnawing old people.

What did you say!

Hattori Heiji's face turned dark red and his chest kept rising and falling.

NEET nibblers are not a good thing in Japan. Their social status is extremely low. They are not only at the bottom of society, but also on the margins of society, and are rejected by everyone.

Stop talking nonsense like that! I have never spent any money from my parents that was unfair to me! I have often won bonuses in kendo competitions!

Hattori Heiji roared.

Then, he shook Conan's shoulders.

Gong... Conan, hurry up and talk about him!

But at this time, Conan's face was as pale as a statue.

Hattori Heiji was anxious.

Conan, why don't you speak? Just refute him!

...

Conan gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Because Gu Meimen was right again.

Hattori Heiji may have occasionally made a little money, but there was nothing on his end.

Moreover, he sometimes used his father Kudo Yusaku's gold card to spend money everywhere, and invited Xiaolan to dine in high-end restaurants, so he nicknamed her a prodigal son.

Gu Meimen said that he was an old man from the Nite family. Although it sounded unpleasant, this statement struck the truth.

After a long silence, Conan raised his head.

You don't have to pull your tricks anymore.

He said with a cold face, Using words to control people's hearts is what you have been doing all along. I will not be fooled.

Oh, this is my trick, so what are you here to do today?

Gu Meimen sneered.

You specifically chose the day of the trial to meet with my client. Do you want to do something clandestine?

Conan ignored him and turned to the direction of Koshimi Nanatsuki.

Miss Yueshui, have you thought clearly about what we said to you last time?

Koshizui Nanatsuki nodded: Well, I thought about a lot of things after you guys came last time, but in the end I decided to leave everything to my defense attorney, Mr. Komemon.

That's it...

Conan seemed a little disappointed.

He glanced at Gu Meimen and shook his head.

Miss Yueshui, you shouldn't have found this person. No matter what the reason was, you still killed someone in the end, which violated the order of society and the conscience you should have as a human being. You should atone for your sins in prison, so You will have no regrets in your future life.

It's really a set of great principles!

Before Koshizui Nanatsuki could speak, Komemon's sarcastic voice came from the side.

He looked at Conan and Conan up and down, half-smiling.

Let me tell you, do you detectives have nothing to do every day and go to the detention center all day long to persuade people to go to jail? Hey, you just like to be a house thief. Isn't it fun?

She killed someone! She admitted it to herself that day, she is a murderer!

Conan's voice suddenly became louder.

His face rose and fell, and his face flushed slightly.

Gu Meimen narrowed her eyes: Murderer? Who made the decision? You? Even if she admits it, can you treat her as a real prisoner? Can you think you are right and let her go to jail? Do you have such a right? ?”

A murderer should atone for his crimes in prison! He must go to prison! He must!

Conan seemed not to hear, and kept shouting and repeating.

He suddenly turned his head and stared at Gu Meimen.

Let me ask you, have you ever seen a murder scene? How many times have you seen it?

At this moment, Conan's demeanor began to change slightly, not as calm as before.

I'm a detective and I've seen countless murder scenes so far.

Of those who were killed, some were drowned in pain, some had their heads cut off, and some were burned alive, all kinds of horrific scenes.

The blood of the person whose head was cut off was coagulated from the body, the flesh and blood were blurred, and mosquitoes were flying around.

The bacteria in the drowned people's bodies expanded and multiplied, showing the appearance of giants. The bodies were swollen and enlarged, emitting a putrid stench.

The people who were burned alive had all the subcutaneous tissue charred, their fingers were scratching and struggling, and their faces still showed the pain of death.

I don't understand, I don't understand, why would someone want to kill someone? Why can people take other people's lives so easily?

What is life considered to be in the eyes of these people?

I won't understand, I will never understand.

It was as if he had been stimulated by something.

Conan murmured to himself, seeming to be questioning Gu Meimen, but also seemed to be affirming himself and kept talking.