Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 47 Dancing in Fire

Returning to the beach, Fu Jiang fished out the sleeping Ken Nishimoto, went up to the second floor from the other side of the public hall, spent 26 points of pleasure to change his hairstyle and bought a hemp rope.

Cutting Nishimoto Ken's wrist, Fu Jiang used blood to write all the score codes that Cheng Shiben planned to use on the floor.

He quickly hung Ken Nishimoto on the second floor, and then let him down from the window near the main entrance.

When he was done he went around the other side and jumped straight onto the sand.

After patting his trousers, which were soaked in water and stained with sand, Tomie went around to the front of the public hall openly.

In the public hall, those who thought it was safe to hide alone at home had already fled back, and the rest who dared not go back shrank in the hall.

Hirata Kazuaki was trembling all over, his squinted eyes were fully opened, and his pupils were trembling with fear.

"Keiji, Keiji is back, Keiji is back." He kept repeating what Tomie said when he was pretending to be Nishimoto Ken.

"Keiji? The Keiji you're talking about refers to Aso Keiji?" Mao Li frowned.

He doesn't believe in the possession of evil spirits, or the haunting of evil spirits.

"It must be, isn't that what Ken Nishimoto said?" Hirata Kazuaki crossed his arms, gasping for breath, "It must be that he possessed Ken Nishimoto to take revenge, it must be like this!"

"Revenge?" Conan's eyes sparkled, "Can you tell me more about this?"

"Heh, haha, what? Did I say revenge just now?" Hirata and Ming laughed a few times, "You must have heard it wrong."

What is this man hiding!
Not only Conan, but even Mori Kogoro noticed this.

"Ah—" At this moment, a man's scream came from outside the public hall.

Kogoro and Conan ran over quickly looking for the sound, and following the direction of Tomie's fingers who sat down on the ground and kept retreating, they looked up and saw Ken Nishimoto who was hanging from above and dripping water continuously.

"Damn it!" Kogoro hurriedly turned around and ran back into the hall, rushing up the stairs to the second floor.

Conan glanced at Tomie's wet trousers out of the corner of his eye, and then quickly ran upstairs with Kogoro.

At this time, Xiaolan ran out from the public hall and saw Fu Jiang lying on the ground.

"Mr. Shakou, are you alright?"

"No, it's okay, corpse." Fu Jiang swallowed his saliva and continued to point, "Corpse."

Xiaolan raised her head and looked up, her pupils shrank in fright, but she took the lead in helping Fu Jiang to comfort her:

"It's all right now. My father has already gone to investigate. He is a very good detective. He will definitely not let the murderer go free."

"That's good." Tomie pointed to the public hall, "Is Hirata and Akira in there?"

"Eh?" Xiaolan froze for a moment before nodding, "Yes, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, I'll go in and rest for a while." Fu Jiang staggered and walked in humming.

Looking at Fu Jiang, who was a different person from the previous panic, Xiaolan frowned suspiciously.

Next, Fu Jiang does not intend to end the murder immediately, and the old police will come to the public hall soon.

After that, Conan will naturally get the clues of the staff left by Fu Jiang, speculate the true identity of Fu Jiang's disguise, and then use the obvious clues left by his trousers to start collecting evidence and reasoning.

It's all arranged.

He didn't believe that Conan would not be able to detect the clues that his 6 points of insight could automatically highlight.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Conan to go downstairs with a sad face, and asked the old policeman about Keiji Aso, and then the lens shot the prisoner's death light.

After that, Mori Kogoro and Xiaolan stayed behind, and Conan went alone with the old policeman to get the music score.

This made Fu Jiang feel relieved. If Conan changed his style and began to reason without knowing the ins and outs, then he would have to reveal his identity in the fire.

That effect is definitely not as good as what Conan himself discovered.

Fu Jiang thoughtlessly found a corner, squatted there and closed his eyes for a rest.

Until Mori Kogoro's reasoning sounded from the studio on the second floor.

"That's right, from the beginning to the end, this is a revenge, a malice born after knowing that my father died of murder, Sha Kou is honest, no, I should call you Aso Shishi."

Become a reality:.
He spoke so well that he couldn't tell whether he was telling the truth or Fu Jiang was telling the truth.

"Why, how could it be." Xiaolan turned her head to look at Fu Jiang with an extremely complicated expression.

In her cognition, Fu Jiang, the clown, acts weirdly and looks abnormal, but he should be a kind person in his heart.

Whether it was seeing that she had an accident on the boat and came to talk to her, and enlightening her afterwards, it was not like what a murderer would do.

"Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh!" Tomie laughed wildly while covering his forehead, "That's right, I am, Naruto, Aso Shishi, the biological son of Aso Keiji who was murdered by you 12 years ago!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and he walked step by step towards Hirata and Ming who were shivering in the corner.

"And, it has nothing to do with me! Don't come here!"

"Mr. Aso, please don't aggravate your crime." Xiao Lan stopped Fu Jiang, "He has been exposed, even if you don't kill him, he will go to jail."

In Japan, the cost of killing is not very high, and according to the motive and method of killing, if there are extenuating circumstances, the sentence will be reduced as appropriate.

Fu Jiang avenged his father, and the person he killed was also related to the DP transaction. If he stopped at this point, he would not be thrown in jail and sentenced to life.

Seeing the tears in Xiaolan's eyes, Fu Jiang let out a sigh.

"Have we known each other for a long time? You really cry easily."

"Go away!" Fu Jiang punched him.

Xiaolan stretched out her left hand as a knife, directly blocking Fu Jiang's fist.

hiss!It hurts me to death!

Fu Jiang took a step back and rubbed his wrist, "Unexpectedly, Miss Mao Li, you have some real skills."

He raised both hands violently like a tiger pouncing, but in fact his right leg took the opportunity to kick forward suddenly.

Xiaolan reacted in time, her left leg curled up slightly, and a sweep of her right leg directly tripped Fu Jiang to the ground.

Hey, why is Xiaolan moving so fast?Triple speed, right?
Fortunately, I didn't use the real face, otherwise I would lose it after a few strokes.

Fu Jiang sat on the ground and rubbed his ankles for a while. Seeing that Hirata and Ming wanted to run away, he directly raised the strange gun and shot it twice in the face.

In an instant, his head seemed to be squeezed by a car, and his eyeballs popped out.

"Ha-ha-ha-" He showed Xiaolan a ferocious smile to scare her away, and then caught up with Hirata and Ming in a few steps.

"Nishi!" He took out a tube of oil paint, inserted it directly into Hirata Kazuaki's eyes, and squeezed the oil paint in.

Keeping his ferocious face, he dragged Hirata and Ming into the piano room step by step.

At the same time, he took out the revolver with exhausted bullets in his left hand, and fired empty shots into the crowd, "Get out! Get out!"

The chaotic crowd quickly rushed out of the public hall, as far as possible from the place of trouble.

At this time, Conan rushed down from upstairs, looked at Xiaolan who was stunned, "Where's Brother Aso?"

Xiaolan recovered after being slapped by Conan, "He, he went to the piano hall, he, he shot himself twice."

"That's his magic trick, don't forget it!"

After finishing speaking, Conan rushed towards the piano hall.

But before he could enter the door, a wave of heat hit his face.

At the same time, the sound of randomly slapping the piano came out.

"Damn it!" Conan turned around quickly, "Sister Xiaolan, go to the studio on the second floor and move Uncle Maoli outside. He fell asleep immediately after reasoning!"

After finishing speaking, he inserted the music score into his pants, put his head in his hands and rushed in.

I saw Hirata Kazuaki's body being thrown into the flames and burning, while Tomie played the piano with both hands indiscriminately.

His face was covered with sweat, even the oil paint had been spent, and the black eyeliner spread down like black teardrops.

I don't know whether it was crying because he succeeded in avenging his father, or his eyes were blinded by the smoke.

"Brother Aso!" Conan's voice came from behind.

Tomie, who was thinking that Conan would not come and fell into despair, was relieved.

The hands playing the piano stopped, and slowly turned to look behind.

Conan held up the music score: "Chengshi, you have to live on your own. This is your father's wish."

"Hehe, hehehe." Fu Jiang laughed in a low voice, "What's the use of talking about it now?"

He raised his hands, his slender fingers constantly moving, "My hands are already stained with the blood of sin. I killed the devil, but I also became a devil."

"You're not a devil!" Conan interrupted: "I know, Brother Aso is not a bad person. You drove out all the people in the public hall before setting fire to it, didn't you?"

"I'm not a devil? I'm not a bad person?" Fu Jiang sneered, "Then tell me, if I go out, what will be waiting for me? A justice trial."

Fu Jiang stood up and walked towards Conan step by step.

"If I'm not a devil, does that mean that this trial is not just? If it is just, why should I be judged who is not a bad person?"

"That's because Brother Aso, you personally judged those real demons." Conan's eyes showed sadness.

Those murderers are the ones who really deserve to die.

"I don't want to kill them." Fu Jiang's voice choked.

"I really don't want to kill them, but I don't want to see them live happily, as if nothing happened. You know, I like a sentence that Holmes said very much.

"'When the law fails to bring justice to the party concerned, private revenge is justified and even noble from that moment on.'"

Conan froze, he was about to say something, Fu Jiang interrupted him.

"You want to say that justice will come? No, I can't wait. I waited for 12 years. If I hadn't decided to do it, then even today, the truth about the murder 12 years ago would not have surfaced. "

Fu Jiang squatted in front of Conan, "If the crime is not discovered, it is not a crime. A friend of mine often says that"

He pursed his lips, "I think what he said is true, so if justice can't stand up for me, then I will do it myself, and I will enforce my justice."

"That's wrong." Conan lowered his head, he didn't know how to refute.

He thought of the men in black, and there was no doubt that they were the ones who should really be sent to prison.

However, the hammer could not hit their heads.

"Maybe." Fu Jiang hugged Conan, "But thank you, thank you for thinking that I am not a sinner with blood on my hands."

"What are you doing?" Conan struggled.

"Go back, go back to the sun, use your power to save others as much as possible instead of destroying others. There are many people who have fallen into darkness waiting for you to save."

After finishing speaking, Fu Jiang swung his arms violently and threw Conan out of the window.

Then he picked up the sheet music on the ground and put it away, sat back on the piano table again, knocking wildly with both hands.

The raging flames blocked every exit, and the figure in the fire seemed to feel dissatisfied. He raised his fists and began to hit the piano, making strange and heavy chords.

"Brother Aso!" Conan shouted outside the fire scene.

Through the window, through the spreading flames, through the thick smoke, he saw a burning figure standing on the piano and constantly dancing.

Like dancing in flames.

Accompanied by the twirling and jumping of the figure, the chaotic and unclear syllables of the piano seem to form a brand new sheet of music.

……

"Ah-ah-"

The fire man broke the window, coughed and screamed and rolled on the ground, trying to get closer to the sea while thumping.

Wow, a bucket of water was splashed on him.

"Are you okay?" Cheng Shi pulled up the smoking Fu Jiang.

"Drink, drink." Panting heavily, Fu Jiang jumped into the sea and completely immersed his body in the water.

"I don't think you really need to work so hard." Cheng Shi didn't know what to say for a moment.

Fu Jiang knew all his plans, and knew that his final plan was to die in the fire.

But he didn't expect that Fu Jiang, who didn't follow the plan at all, chose to carry out the last step.

"It needs to be so hard." The voice of the figure in the water changed, and just listening to it made people feel chills down the spine.

Wow, water drops fell into the rippling sea along the hair, the figure sat up in the sea, put the black short hat on the head, and suppressed the messy hair.

"It's more artistic."

"Who are you?" Cheng Shiren was a little confused.

For him, this is probably the most fantastic day, he has seen all of these impostors and transformations.

"Fu Jiang Hehuan, just call me Fu Jiang." The tall man twisted his neck, turned his wrist and took out a sheet music and handed it to him, "Your sheet music."

Cheng Shi took the music score and glanced at it, his hands trembling a little, then he held the music score tightly in his arms.

"Thank you is not enough to express my feelings, but I still want to say thank you."

"You're welcome, but it's not really a thank you." Fu Jiang pressed his top hat, and then raised an index finger, "This is out of politeness."

After speaking, he took out a gun and put it on Chengshi's head.

Cheng Shi opened his mouth slightly, and was a little dazed for a while, but he didn't resist.

Fu Jiang squinted his eyes, conjured up a pack of cigarettes, took out one and lit it, "Forget about who I am today."

"That, you mean." Cheng Shi was stunned for a while, "clown?"

"Forget it." Fu Jiang's index finger touched the trigger.

"Okay, I forgot." Cheng Shi replied immediately.

"Heh." Fu Jiang withdrew his gun, "It's okay to remember, just take it as a souvenir, but don't say it."

"Yeah." Cheng Shi nodded slightly.

"Are you afraid of me?" Fu Jiang asked suddenly, he didn't wear glasses.

"Eh?" Cheng Shi was stunned for a moment, "I'm not afraid."

Hongzi and the old housekeeper were not afraid of him either, neither did Gin. Maybe they were not afraid of him if their intimacy was high enough or their aura was not inferior to him.

And what Fu Jiang did today is equivalent to freeing Chengshi from his past life and giving him a new life. The intimacy is directly full, so naturally he is not afraid.

"It's fine if you're not afraid." Fu Jiang sat by the beach, and took out the clothes from the inventory by the way, "Watch the sea with me."

"Okay." Cheng Shi sat on the side obediently.

Fu Jiang still needs to hide here for a while. Conan must not find him now, otherwise he will become suspicious and suspect his relationship with the clown.

In that case he might as well die in the sea of ​​fire.

After chatting for about two hours, the pointer is now pointing to the early morning.

He learned that Cheng Shi was a little confused and didn't know what to do in the future, so he recommended him to stay in Tokyo and run the clinic left to him by his adoptive parents.

In this way, Fu Jiang has a new place to live. Even if he doesn't want to live in the laboratory one day, he can sleep in Chengshi's clinic.

……

At noon the next day, he opened his eyes on an iron bed covered with clean white sheets.

Clearing his uncomfortable throat, Fu Jiang's eyeballs rolled to the right, "Huh?"

He saw Chengshi sitting on the other side of the bed playing with his mobile phone.

Cheng Shi smiled, "Lunch is ready, I wanted to call you, but seeing that you slept well, I planned to wait a while."

"Very good." Fu Jiang straightened up like a zombie, "I'm very satisfied."

Isn't this coming?His quiet life!
　Thanks to Latent_Mo Wangyu for the reward of 100 starting coins

　　
　
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