The suspect who caused the explosion panic was imprisoned, and Ruo Muwen was seriously injured and hospitalized. These two things were known to the Junior Detective Team the day after the incident.
At that time, I was still investigating the man who died in the aquarium in the Undersea Paradise bombing, and I already had a clue.
As a result, the prisoner's home was stolen.
Conan no longer felt depressed, he was just eager to know the entire line of reasoning.
But for some reason, Officer Takagi, who was always easy to talk to, didn't tell them anything this time - the kind of person who would turn into a black face if he asked too many questions.
It made Conan scratch his head.
So I came to Ruomu Wenren for a visit to find the truth.
Ruomu Wenren deceived these children with half-truths and half-falsehoods. He did not say the specific reasons at all. Instead, he sent the three children away and had a few words with Conan and Haiyuan.
"Okay, it's time to check it out."
Kuroki glanced at the doctor standing at the door and signaled Ruomu to get up.
Ruomu Wenren got up from the hospital bed unwillingly.
"You guys stay in the house obediently." Kuroki Ren said to the five children with a smile before closing the door. "The inspection area is closed to outsiders. We will be back soon."
No one noticed anything unusual.
The door of the room was closed tightly, Ruo Mu Wenren suppressed his smile, and he who was originally bright and cheerful became a little calmer. Although he stood there, he seemed like a delicate baby who couldn't cry.
"If you don't want to see him..." Kuroki put his hand on his shoulder, "You can refuse him."
Ruomu Wenren shook his head, smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Heimu thinks I'm stupid."
"why do you say so?"
"Not to mention that I have thrown myself into a trap, but in the end, only one simple fact can shatter all my plans."
"It's just a coincidence." Kuroki comforted him, "Who would have thought that there are so many coincidences in this world?"
"Is it a coincidence?" Ruomu Wenren exhaled, "Yes, there are so many coincidences in this world."
For example, the person he calculated carefully is his brother who he has been looking for for more than ten years. For example, Brother Kuromu, the person you have been longing for has just passed you by.
Ruomu Wenren had suspected that this was someone Heo Muren deliberately found to set him up, hoping to watch a brotherly massacre from the other side.
This kind of thing is not unheard of in organizations - many people will adopt the children of their enemies, brainwash them, wait for them to grow up, and then let them lurk with their relatives, and then they will die.
Those perverts can think of any tricks to please themselves.
But this thought just disappeared in my mind.
Just as Wakamu Onuto said to Kitajima Kohei in the quiet room, Kuroki Jin... is not this kind of person.
If it were him, it would be possible.
Ruomu Wenren pushed open the door of a ward, and Takagi standing inside looked at the door warily and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was them.
Next to Takagi was a table and a chair. If the person sitting there wasn't so familiar, they would have thought they were entering some specialist clinic for treatment.
"You're here." Takagi said nonsense, "Then... I'll go out first?"
"I'm with you." Kuroki Jin smiled, opened the door and signaled Takagi to go first.
Soon, Kitajima Kohei and Wakamu Onto were the only two people left in the room, standing and sitting, looking at each other.
Ruomu Onuto took out a small instrument from his collar, opened it and put it on the table - it was stuffed in when Kuomu Onuto patted him on the shoulder just now.
Kitajima Kohei staggered Wenren's gaze and followed the movement of this small instrument until it was placed still.
"Brother Kuroki just gave it to me, it can block the signal in this room." Ruomu Wenren explained, pulled up a chair and sat across from Bei Dao Kohei.
"You want to see me, what's the matter?"
There was a table between the two of them. As Kitajima Kohei stared at the small instruments on the table, he could see Wakamu Onuto's hands on the table - the left hand was wrapped with thick gauze.
That's his masterpiece.
"Just wanted to give this back to you."
Kitajima Kohei removed his crossed hands and handcuffed his wrists to the table to prevent him from attacking anyone.
He held the harmonica in his palm, and the blood stains on it had been wiped clean, revealing its original bright white color.
"This should be returned to you." Kitajima Kohei tried to look into his eyes, but when he found that the other person was staring at him with a burning gaze, he subconsciously looked away, "He is yours."
"He is yours." Ruomu Wenren shook his head and said the same thing, "This was originally given to me by my brother, and now it has returned to its original owner."
The words "brother" made Kitajima Kohei stiffen all over. Even the hand holding the harmonica trembled slightly. He pursed his lips and didn't know what to say.
"Don't be nervous," Ruomu Wenren said calmly, "None of us can ignore our blood relationship, but it may take some time for us to accept each other."
"You can't accept me as your brother who put you in jail twice, and I can't accept the person who put me like this as my brother."
Wakamu Onto had a weird expression for a moment, but Kitajima Kohei didn't look at his face and missed the expression.
"Fortunately, it's still a long time."
"I will seek the death penalty."
The two said at the same time.
Ruo Mu Wenren frowned, "Why?" he asked in confusion, "Your crime does not constitute the death penalty. Even if it is the death penalty, there are ways to suspend the execution. Why are you -"
Ruomu Wenren's voice paused, "Because of me?" He said with a stern face, "Do you think I won't accept your existence?"
"I have been looking for you for so many years and finally found you. No matter what the result is, I don't care."
Kitajima Kohei looked at the excited Wakamu Onto and showed a gentle smile that he had not shown for a long time.
"Wen Renjun, can I call you that?"
Ruomu Wenren nodded.
"I care." Bei Daohangping said gently, "The first time I killed someone was on the third day after my grandfather died. I robbed a child of half a steamed bun. The day after that, I I saw the body of the child who died of starvation.”
"Wen Ren, I'm glad that your life is better than mine. Although I don't remember much about what happened so long ago, I'm really happy..."
"You don't need a brother like me."
Kitajima Kohei is a murderer who does all kinds of evil. No matter what his reasons are, killing is a crime. No pity or sympathy can stop or change this kind of thing.
In Kitajima Kohei's eyes, a gentle person is well-behaved, polite, sensible, and smart... He is a good boy who is loved by his parents, taken care of by his elder brother, led by his predecessors, and has an unlimited future. He does not need to have a tainted brother.
His presence may have temporarily solved his longing, but it will definitely hinder his footsteps in the future.
Kitajima Kohei didn't want to live anymore. He should have died of starvation on the street on the third day after his grandfather passed away.
The extra ten years he lived were the last wish that his grandfather whispered in his ear before he died, asking him to live. He had gambled his life and avenged himself, and he had no regrets.
While he was still unfamiliar with this younger brother, he was willing to end his life now, lest in the future when his belief in living became his younger brother, Wen Ren would regard him as a burden and abandon him.
It's just right to be dead now.
