Conan's Winery is all my vest

Chapter 243 Listening to the Abyss (please subscribe!)
Tachibana squeezed the brandy, empathized with him to comfort the other self who was always like a child.

Tachibana's attitude was gentle and soothing, which greatly eased the uneasiness of Henggou Sansao, who had just escaped from the panic.

"Is there something wrong with you, Officer Henggou?"

Tachibana saw that Henggou Sanwu's breathing gradually calmed down, and seemed to have recovered, so he asked again.

"Ah, thank you Mr. Tachibana for your concern, I'm fine."

As Henggou Sanwu said, he touched his chest, which was still a bit stagnant and oppressed, with lingering fear, "Maybe it's because I didn't rest last night, and I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable just now."

"Officer Henggou should pay attention to rest even if he is busy with his duties."

Tachibana's words seemed to carry a magical power that could make people feel at ease.

Just listening to him say this without haste, both Conan and Henggou Sango felt that their originally tense moods seemed to be slowly relaxing.

"...If the body is exhausted, no case can be solved."

"Mr. Tachibana Liang said..." Henggou Sango took out a folded handkerchief from his shirt pocket.

He wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, "I will definitely pay attention to it in the future."

And Conan, who barely managed to slow down the god, was still panting a little bit. As the center that aroused Brandy's emotions, his emotional riots were several times that of Henggou's enlightenment.

Even though the near-death feeling of suffocation has disappeared at this time, Conan's body reaction still has not completely disappeared.

The violent heartbeat sounded like a pounding on his ear, and he couldn't help gasping and exhaling, feeling almost powerless.
All these prevented Conan from returning to the calmness he had just entered the door for a long time.

He just now.
Conan closed his eyes tightly, feeling the violent heartbeat, and still felt panic when he thought of the disordered and chaotic light spots that appeared in his blurred vision before he was on the verge of coma.

Just now he really thought for a moment that he would die directly.

What happened earlier?
Conan looked at Brandy sitting quietly next to Tachibana with complicated emotions, and he was watching Tachibana who comforted Henggou's enlightenment.

All kinds of thoughts in Conan's mind were turbulent and chaotic like overwhelming rivers and seas.

what is this?
Conan smiled wryly and thought, did he almost be scared to death by Brandy just now?

How can it be?

"Oh, that's right." Under Tachibana's deliberate relief and emotional guidance, police officer Henggou has basically recovered his calm.

Police officer Henggou regained his sobriety, and he also remembered the topic he had discussed with Tachibana and Brandy before, and he asked Brandy a little apologetically.

"That Mr. Theodore, where did we talk before?"

After Brandy heard the words of police officer Henggou, it took a while for him to remember his question just now, "Ah"

Brandy, who was restrained by Juliang, was a little dazed, and he replied absent-mindedly, "I want to ask, what kind of help does Police Officer Henggou need from me?"

"uh this"

If you want to ask police officer Henggou what he wants Tachibana and Brandy to do, of course he wanted to lie flat and fly away like Kogoro Mori at the beginning, carry the whole audience, and solve the case directly.

But
Officer Henggou looked hesitantly at Brandy, who was obviously still a teenager, and Tachibana, who also looked young.

It's not that he doesn't believe the truth of the deeds of Tachibana and Liang that Conan told him before.

However, he was worried that if Tachibana and Theodore failed to solve the case, his excessive request would cause them some psychological burden and bad emotions.

Officer Henggou recalled what Conan had mentioned when he first entered the door and introduced Theodore, that Theodoros seemed to have a good understanding of the prisoner's psychology.
"Well, after knowing the details of these several related cases, I don't know if Mr. Theodore has anything to this prisoner. Uh."

Officer Henggou considered it for a while, and managed to find a suitable word, "The criminal's motive for committing the crime, or some other insight?"

Brandy heard Police Officer Henggou's words, and his eyes swept over the dozens of photos of the scene spread out on the table.

"A piece of trash."

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his tone was contemptuous and disdainful.

Brandy didn't know which episode of Conan this was, and naturally he couldn't remember who the murderer was.

He has always been too lazy to spend any effort to remember and identify these things.

After all, from Brandy's point of view, who the murderer was or who the deceased was, it didn't matter to him, a free eater.

It doesn't matter who lives or dies, as long as it tastes good.

But Brandy, who has been immersed in the darkness for countless years, has seen many similar cases.

Brandy has even seen countless serial murders that are similar to it, but a hundred times worse, in the "Sin City" where he was resident in the past.

Brandy is different from Zhong Changgeng, a professional, who has a better understanding of the inner behavior and psychology, but he has seen a lot.

In the sinking city of sin, the most indispensable thing is the corpses that died on the streets at dawn.

Among them, of course, there are many masterpieces of serial killers of all colors.

There are various murderers in serial murders with different motives.

But what Brandy despises the most is the murderer similar to this case——

Distorted by the rotten killing intent, he lost control and became a superficial beast. In his heart, he might still be complacent about his own loss.

There is no survival, no order.

Relying on self-deceived impressions and deformed cognition, he wantonly drew his blade at his companions like a beast, and was self-satisfied in the name of self-praise.

How stupid.

The smile on Mr. Devil's lips was sarcastic and indifferent. Even eating this rotten soul was as disgusting as rotten fish and shrimp.

Every killing by people like the murderer is just a further distortion and sinking closer to the abyss.

When he swung his knife at others with paranoid and manic obsession.

His originally complete and grand world will also be torn to pieces by himself, leaving trivial filth and narrowness.

Every kill is mindless captivity and self-domestication.

Complete human beings are domesticated into rotten and deformed monsters by their own choice.

There is nothing in the abyss.

The soul that thinks it has listened to the abyss and rotted is nothing but absurdity caused by self-deception distortion and frenzy.

And when he started to step into the self-limited killing cage paranoidly and madly, his ending was already doomed.

It is insanity, madness, obsession to death, silently swallowed by swollen and arrogant emptiness and decay.

Human beings who manipulate emotions have become their vassals.

As early as the very beginning, they had chosen a lost and unsightly ending for themselves.

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