This mountain has no name, and the locals simply call it Barren Mountain because there is almost nothing here no matter whether it is winter or summer.
But this mountain is also famous. At least in Kuguharaji's eyes, the name of this mountain is Cemetery.
There are many people buried here, and he can name everyone, but everyone is nameless.
Kitaniharaji was smiling in the sunshine. The morning after the rain revealed a fresh smell. He took a deep breath and wanted to remember the smell here in his soul.
Kitani Haraji didn't want to live anymore. Although he did not achieve the purpose of this trip at the last moment of his life, looking at the police around him looking at their feet in surprise, and looking at the innocent people involved who were confused and at a loss, he suddenly felt It’s worth it too.
At least his story was heard.
Kitaniharaji had held it in for too long. He had witnessed the tragic death of his own brother. Even if he returned to a normal life, he could not forget the scenes that happened here. He had already driven himself crazy.
Dealing with these evil people may be the only way for him to survive.
Mu Gu looked around - he couldn't escape. If he didn't die here, he would be taken back to jail for the rest of his life. The small cell was like the interrogation room of his childhood, suffocating him.
What's more, he didn't want to be judged by these people.
Mu Gu looked at Conan for the last time and smiled in the gentlest voice: "Kid, I can see that you are a very righteous little guy."
"When you grow up, you will be a good detective and a good policeman."
He opened his mouth and smiled, his vision blurred.
"You are very much like one of my younger brothers. He is also as smart, kind and brave as you... What will he be doing now? I really want to see them again..."
Conan's heart moved slightly when he heard this, and he said, "If Brother Mugu wants to see your brother so much, why not tell me his name and I will help you find him."
Kitaniharaji shook his head, "I know you want to persuade me to live, but it's too late."
He raised his head and glanced at Mouri Kogoro, "He is still alive, which proves that my brother is probably gone. I haven't even fulfilled his last wish. I really have no shame in going to see him."
"No, that's not right. I am the one who is going to hell, and he must be in heaven watching over this world. Whatever we can't see, we will definitely not be able to see."
"Brother Mugu...?"
"Children, we are all people crawling out of hell..."
"Go find your own light."
The air at the scene froze. Mugu, who was originally smiling, was stunned in place. Conan, who had been nervously staring at Mugu and trying to stop him from committing suicide, also subconsciously looked away and looked at Kuroki who was standing behind Mugu. Benevolence.
Just now, two people said the last sentence at the same time. Exactly the same, even the pauses in the sentences are the same.
"This is what the boss said after patting me on the shoulder before I left. Everyone was there at the time." Kuroki Ren took a deep breath and tried his best to calm down his tone.
"You..." Kitaniharaji turned around early and faced Jin Kuroki, the rich second generation with whom he had always felt that he had nothing in common.
"Who are you……"
Kuroki Jin pursed his lips, raised the corners of his lips hard, and responded to him with a smile.
"Brother Kaomu, long time no see."
Fugu Qianmu believes that he died at the age of eight.
For three consecutive days, he couldn't sleep. Whenever he closed his eyes, he saw the scene of his brother dying tragically in front of him. He couldn't eat, and his stomach was churning, telling him that the first meat he ate here was his own brother.
In just three days, he was so haggard that he could only take one breath and leave this world that he feared so much forever.
It's not that the other friends didn't comfort him, but he couldn't listen. Even when he saw some people, he would always think of the scene when they got together to discuss asking his brother to call the police.
They... are also accomplices, right?
The young Fushigaya Kaoru couldn't tell who was right and who was wrong, who was bad and who was innocent and forced. He could only hate the world, hate everyone, and hate himself.
On the third day, when the sun was shining brightly, Fugu Chumu was squatting in the courtyard in a daze, when a small figure walked up to him.
"elder brother."
Fugu Qianmu looked up and saw the well-behaved and calm young man standing in front of him. He asked politely: "Is this the xxx orphanage?"
The boy was only five or six years old, and Fugu Chumu was the youngest in this orphanage. There was no other child younger than him.
He is new here.
Fugu Qianmu's face was gray. He looked up at the sun and the child under the sun, and saw himself and his brother in a daze.
"..." He opened his mouth and said his first sentence in three days.
"Run away."
Fifteen years is not a short time for Fugu Qianmu. He lives in suffering every day, and the resentment in his heart seems to tear his body apart every moment.
When he woke up in the middle of the night, what he saw was his withered face and blood stains on the corners of his mouth. His body is getting worse day by day, but he still insists on exercising and strives to kill with one blow when killing people.
Just now, he was still complaining, blaming himself for not living up to expectations and not killing Mouri Kogoro in the end; blaming Maori for reacting too quickly and not allowing him to succeed; blaming these policemen for having to climb the mountain on a rainy day. It would be great if the police were like them…
But when he looked back, he realized that he no longer complained.
"Hinhira..." Fugu Chumu smiled, staggered to him in two steps, and after being supported by him, he tried his best to touch his cheek with his hand.
Finally, he stopped a few centimeters in front of his face and just drew his outline in vain.
"you are still alive."
No one knows what Fukasui Hinata's appearance in front of the disheartened Fugu Takugi meant to him.
In him, Futani Kazugi found a ray of comfort and compensation for his brother. During that time, Fukasui Hinata was all the motivation for him to live.
There was a little noise from the entrance that was blocked by the police. The person who pushed aside the police and entered was none other than Jiang Chengdahe who ran off to nowhere after calling the police.
There was a woman beside him. Her short golden shawl hair was held down by a beret. It was a little scattered with the bumps of running. However, the woman didn't care about her image at all. Her eyes quickly swept around and saw Kuroki Jin. Then he breathed a sigh of relief.
Jiang Chengdahe pushed up his glasses with his little finger, and walked towards the center regardless of the number of people around him.
Of course, Kuroki Jin noticed the arrival of the two men. He gently held the hand that Fugu Chumu extended and nodded towards his back.
Futani Kazugi glanced back, then turned back again, staring at Kuroki Jin, as if he would run away if he let his guard down.
"Kaomu, why don't you say hello after such a long time?" The blonde laughed angrily and kicked him in the thigh.
Fugu Qiumu let her kick him, and looked at Kuomu Ren up and down carefully to confirm that he had not been hurt just now.
"I'm sorry..." he said, not recognizing him and almost hurting him.
