"Mr. Kitani!"
There was a lot of noise all around, and the dagger was pressed against Kitani Yuanji's own neck, and there was already a shallow trace of blood. But he didn't seem to feel the pain, he just looked in one direction with a nostalgic gaze.
Kuroki Jin raised his hand slightly to prevent the police from coming forward, lest Mu Gu accidentally stab the knife into his neck.
"Mr. Kitani," Conan used his talking skills, "calm down and don't be impulsive. Nothing is more important than living."
Kitaniharaji looked at him. Conan's small figure stood out among the adults, and he looked even wiser when he wore glasses.
His intelligence reminded Kiya Yuanji of a person.
"No, I have no reason to live anymore." He gave a rare explanation, as if he was telling Conan, and as if he was seeing someone through his figure.
He looked around. Half the police were surrounding him and he had no way to escape.
"I have killed many people." Mugu was smiling, "Not only the three today, I also killed many, many people before this."
As soon as he spoke, everyone present was shocked.
"Some of them are like these people today, who have used their power and money to harm countless people. Some of them pretend to be kind on the surface, but secretly do everything from pornography, gambling, drug trafficking, and abduction."
Kitaniharaji looked at the police around him with a smile, and finally his eyes rested on Yamamura Cao and Mouri Kogoro standing together.
"Every time before I take action, I call the police to expose their crimes, but you know, not once, not even once, do the policemen listen."
"Even if someone calls the police, they will eventually come back without success due to various reasons. Do you want to hear these reasons?"
Kitaniharaji laughed loudly, laughing so wildly that he even burst into tears and coughed.
"Back then... back then, a dozen of us were trapped here and endured beatings and torture from that man every day..."
"On the surface, he is a kind old man. During the day, he greets the dignitaries who come to visit with a smile. He lets us study and gives us food. He looks very kind."
“At night, he showed his vicious side and wouldn’t let us sleep. He tied us up in the basement and tortured us with the instruments he collected that had countless lives on them.
He is a pervert who takes pleasure in torturing others, especially children like us. "
Kitaniharaji used a knife to cut open the skirt of his clothes, exposing his chest. He did not do it lightly, and there was a bloody mark on his chest.
But apart from that, there are scars that have healed, but are shocking to look at.
"A whip with thorns on it, a rusty iron hook...you can't imagine it. I was only eight years old at the time."
Mugu looked at them desperately and smiled helplessly: "What can an eight-year-old child do..."
"There were more than a dozen of us. After two or three deaths, we finally couldn't help but think of ways to save ourselves. We knew that the devil liked to drink, so we decided to sneak out one day when he drank too much."
"But there can't be too many people. A swarm of people running out will definitely alarm the villagers not far away. They will think that we are naughty children and will send us back very kindly.
Moreover, the oldest of us was only thirteen years old at the time. We were chronically malnourished and covered in bruises. There was no way we could escape too far together. "
"My brother and I are locals and we come to this place often. My brother said he knew there was a police station at the foot of the mountain and he could run out and call the police."
After hearing this and thinking about Mugu's attitude towards the police before, it is not difficult for everyone to guess what the final outcome will be.
"From here to the foot of the mountain, a child would have to run for most of the night, as long as he doesn't get lost. By the time he goes to the place where he calls the police and then brings the police back, the devil will have long since woken up."
"In other words, everyone who stays is in danger."
Mugu smiled miserably, "If the person who went to call the police escapes and does not come back, then the remaining people will face the wrath of that guy, and they may even die."
"The only one who can get there as quickly as possible and guarantee to come back is my brother."
"Because I'm still here."
After Mugu said this, he turned back to look at Haihara Ai, and smiled gently, "That diary should be mine, as expected. I left in a hurry, so someone probably took it away and put it here."
"My brother told me that he would definitely come back to me. He climbed over the wall and ran out at night, and found the police. The police took him back..."
"Do you know...do you know!" He suddenly shouted loudly, "When my brother was brought back by the guy in police uniform with a look of despair on his face, and handed over to the director of the orphanage, you know what was in our hearts How desperate!"
"The police accepted the thank-you gift from the dean and solemnly told us not to run around. The kind-hearted villagers also helped us by saying that we children are the most naughty. We often get together in the middle of the night to discuss how to run out to play and ask the dean. Take good care of us..."
"Brother is dead..."
Kitaniharaji squeezed out these words from his throat in a hoarse voice, "The devil tied him to a chair, and a group of us watched helplessly, watching him being tortured to the point of dying, watching the devil holding He picked up a big pot, chopped his brother into a dozen pieces alive and threw them into the pot, then smiled and told us to add a meal and eat some meat..."
"Don't keep saying that he is not good to us and makes us always run away..."
The surrounding audience was already stunned. The young Mitsuhiko Ayumi and others turned pale and had acid reflux in their stomachs. They never thought that such a cruel thing could happen in this world.
"What you said...is it true...?" Shancun, who was headed by the police, had his throat twitching slightly. No matter how out of tune he was, he was still a police officer who took the exam for ideals and justice. Having seen so much of the dark side, he thought he was used to it, but he was still hit by the reality again and again.
"Are you going to ask where those police officers were?" Kitaniharaji looked at him with a ferocious look on his face. "After we finally escaped, I lived a stable life for ten years. I wanted to study like a normal person. Play, but I found I couldn’t.”
"As soon as I closed my eyes, I could see my brother looking at me with blood on his face before he died, telling me to live well; I could see how many of us were buried in the white field of the orphanage in order to escape. They forced us to play underground every day, and they looked at me with their eyes open..."
"I came back. I found the two policemen from back then and pretended to be reporters to cover what happened here."
Mugu raised the corners of his lips slightly, "But do you know what they said?"
"They refused to admit it at first, saying that the person who told me this kind of news was lying, and then they said that they didn't know. And when I revealed my identity and said that I was one of those people, they looked horrified. Open your mouth and beg for mercy.”
"They said they only took 30,000 yuan from the dean. 30,000 yuan is the life money of more than a dozen of us."
Kitaniharaji looked at Yamamura Cao, "You just asked the whereabouts of those policemen, they..."
"It's buried under your feet!"
