The Split-Actress in Conan's World

When Kuroba Kaito opened the door, what he saw was the huge oil painting. A knight in armor was holding a sword and piercing the heart of the devil. Dirty black and purple blood splattered all over his body.

"Heavenly Punishment".

He vaguely smelled a very faint smell of blood, but it was fleeting, making him suspect that it was an illusion caused by the visual impact.

"What are you blocking the door for?" Koizumi Hongzi was blocked outside the door by him and pushed his back impatiently. Kuroba Kaito quickly came to his senses, walked into the room and sat on the sofa.

"It's just a questionnaire, you can do it at school, why do you have to run so far?" Kuroba Kaito played with an orange in the fruit bowl on the coffee table. His fingers deftly peeled off the skin and removed the threads one by one. He stuffed half of it into his mouth and then passed the remaining half to Koizumi Hongzi.

Professor Lecter raised his head from behind his desk, put the cap on the pen in his hand and put it back into the pen holder with a "click".

After putting the newly completed diagnosis case in front of him into the file, he picked up the small and exquisite peacock craft teapot at hand. The clear and mellow black tea flowed out from the spout of the pot. As the water level rose, the cup began to emit hot steam.

"Although Jianggutian High School is not stingy in these aspects, it is just a counselor's office after all, and the decoration is not too elaborate. Such an environment is sufficient for psychological counseling for ordinary students. Your situation is special and you have a confirmed disease. It would be more friendly to go to a professionally decorated environment."

Professor Lecter picked up the teacup and blew on it with a smile.

"Of course, these are just polite words. It would be more convenient for you to come to the clinic to see me instead of me running to school."

"Professor, you are really outspoken." Kuroba Kaito frowned.

He looked around for a while, then admired the floor-to-ceiling window in front of him with a wide view, "You have a nice view here."

Veins popped up on Koizumi Hongzi's forehead. "Are you here for a follow-up check? Don't try to change the subject!"

Seeing Miss Witch getting angry, Kuroba Kaito sat up straight on the sofa with his hands on his knees.

Soon, Professor Lecter brought a new set of questionnaires.

Kuroba Kaito picked up the pen with a solemn expression, as if he was facing some kind of ferocious beast, and was prepared to treat the questionnaire with the most cautious attitude.

"Actually, that's not necessary. After all, the questionnaire is a rigid template. It mainly provides us with some reference value. Ultimately, it depends on my observation to make the judgment." Professor Lecter leaned against his desk, picked up his tea, blew it gently, and chuckled when he saw his appearance.

"Generally, psychologists will constantly throw out some simple communication topics to distract patients while doing the questionnaire, so as to get as many subconscious answers as possible, but we can save these steps."

"You are smart enough and have extraordinary talents. It is not difficult for you to do two things at the same time. This little trick will only increase your defensive psychology."

Kuroba Kaito's eyelashes fluttered and the pen flew between his fingers, without any comment.

Professor Lecter took a sip of the black tea. The rich aroma of the tea lingered between his teeth, but it was not bitter at all.

"My rule of intervention has always been not to be proactive. If the patient is not in pain, then there is no need for treatment."

"So, Kuroba-san, this questionnaire is not my test of you, but a reflection of your strong desire to save yourself."

The professor narrowed his eyes, and the pair of eyes hidden behind the gold-rimmed glasses seemed to be able to penetrate into his heart, seeing the hesitation and confusion in the deepest part of his heart.

I don't know when the pen stopped.

After a while, the rustling sound of pen tip rubbing against paper was heard in the room.

Koizumi Hongzi quietly walked around the office and asked in a low voice behind Professor Lecter: "Are you telling the truth?"

"of course."

Professor Lecter turned around, pulled out his office chair and sat down, opened a book called "Crime and Punishment" and began to read it slowly.

"Kuroba-san's situation is actually very easy to solve."

"Just like there is a lock on the door, there must be a key to lock it."

The sounds of writing and turning pages interweave, playing a tune together in this quiet reception room, which is very beautiful.

"The only person who locks the door knows where the key is, and that's him."

Professor Lecter didn't even raise his head. After hearing this, Koizumi Hongzi looked thoughtfully at Kuroba Kaito who was working hard.

"Only he knows what the obsession is that is troubling him. As long as he doesn't tell us, no one else can understand. If we can figure out what this obsession is, it will certainly greatly advance the progress of treatment."

“But it’s not necessary to know that.”

"It is Sherlock Holmes' job to deduce the location of the key based on various clues and then find it."

"As a psychologist, all I have to do is convince the patient to remember the whereabouts of the key and then give him the courage to unlock it."

He stroked the delicate paper. "No one knows whether he will lose the key again and lock the door. Holmes is not always there, and neither are we. Only he can save himself."

"Teaching them how to save themselves is the meaning of psychologists' existence."

Koizumi Hongzi was stunned for a moment and looked at him with a complicated expression.

She thought back to the dream she had last time.

"You really can't control the content of hypnosis?"

Professor Lecter gently turned the next page, with a hint of smile in his tone.

"Who knows?"

It takes quite a while to finish a set of questionnaires, especially if you are serious about it, you can’t avoid spending more than two hours.

Kuroba Kaito put down his pen with a sense of relief, threw the completed questionnaire on the coffee table, leaned back on the sofa, and stretched his slightly sore arms.

He turned his head and saw Professor Lecter engrossed in reading a book behind his desk. Miss Witch had been bored of waiting for a long time, so she took out the crystal ball she carried in her bag and began her divination.

The corner of Heiyu Kuaidou's mouth twitched.

These two really are...

Forget about Hongzi, but how can a professional like you, Professor, slack off so openly?

He complained in his heart, then stood up and prepared to leave the reception room.

I spent so much time filling out the questionnaire that I felt like going to the bathroom.

After coming out of the bathroom with ease, he finally felt much happier.

But at this moment, the faint smell of blood lingered around his nose again.

This time he was very sure that it was not an illusion.

Following the trace of the smell and a bit of his unique intuition, Kuroba Kaito locked onto a suspicious room.

He opened the door with doubt in his heart.

What comes into view is a spacious storage room with a few candlestick-shaped lamps hanging on the wall for lighting. Large potted plants are placed irregularly in the corners, creating a tasteful atmosphere.

The lights are dim.

Kuroba Kaito opened the door and walked into the storage room very quietly.

Placed in the middle of the venue is a row of glass cabinets, standing firmly on the ground, and the thickness of the glass looks very solid.

Very suitable for exhibition.

Unfortunately, they are all empty.

No, that's not fair. At least Kuroba Kaito did see a collection in the first cabinet.

It was a torn piece of sheet music.

The music score itself was shocking, almost like half a piece of torn paper, and there were black marks on the edge that were either burn marks or blood stains.

He glanced at the introduction on the sign next to him and suspected that the faint smell of blood he smelled came from there.

"This is......"

He leaned forward and took a closer look at the lines on the sheet of music. Although some of the sharp and flat keys looked strange, he could still make out the shadow of the original song.

"moonlight?"

"This piece of music is far from the famous Moonlight Sonata in history." Professor Lecter's gentle voice sounded from behind him, startling Kuroba Kaito. His shoulder hit the sharp corner of the glass cabinet and his face wrinkled in pain.

"After all, it was only an unknown pianist who adapted it."

The professor looked at him calmly, then half moved aside to reveal Koizumi Hongzi outside the door.

"If you want to visit my storage room, I suggest you come back later. It is still barren and a little embarrassing now."

"As for the assessment of your situation, I will contact Ms. Koizumi and inform her at that time."

When Kaito Kuroba saw that the professor had politely ordered him to leave, he awkwardly walked around him and pulled up the sleeve of Koizumi Akako who was outside the door.

"That's all for today. See you later, Professor!"

Under Koizumi Hongzi's confused gaze, he half-forcefully pulled her away from the gate, leaving behind two embarrassed figures.

Professor Lecter watched them leave for a long time, and they could not even be seen outside the window.

"Come out."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure walked out from behind the wide open door of the room.

"That boy has a very sensitive sense of smell." Numabuchi touched his short hair uncomfortably. The tuxedo on his body had many wrinkles due to the hiding action, which looked a bit ugly.

"I was completely hidden, but he smelled me. His sense of smell is at least three times that of an average person."

Professor Lecter pointed to the wrinkles on his body, and Swamp Abyss quickly smoothed them out, looking more attentive.

"But you don't need to hide. It would be a waste of the face I gave you."

Numabuchi nodded and admitted his mistake: "I understand, boss. It was a conditioned reflex. I will pay attention next time."

"Also remember your new identity. If you can't answer or make a mistake when someone asks you about it, it will be very troublesome."

"I remember it very clearly. My name is Adam. I am from Turkey. I was a mercenary in the Middle East in my early years. Later, I fled to Texas. I received your kindness and followed you as your personal butler."

Adam said this very smoothly, "I have a legal gun ownership certificate and all kinds of identification documents are complete."

"Also, secretly operate in Shangri-La, codenamed EVA, and accept assassination, elimination, and intelligence rewards." Professor Lecter reminded.

"Although I helped you solve your identity problem so that you can return to your hometown openly, your salary will only be paid according to the normal housekeeper standards. You have to learn to earn extra money on your own."

"By the way," the professor frowned, which was rare, "you also need to learn how to use perfume."

"Although ordinary people can't smell the blood on you, my sense of smell is quite sharp. It's not decent for a housekeeper to have this smell hanging around me all day long."

"Boss, this will affect my work." Adam pulled the corner of his mouth in embarrassment.

"With your conditions, spraying perfume is not a difficult task, just do it." Professor Lecter raised his hand and lost the desire to continue to dwell on this topic.

"I understand."

As the sky gradually darkens, the setting sun burns out the last ray of afterglow and slides down the mountain lonely. The night begins to revel. The cold moon hangs high in the clouds, leisurely watching the busy people.

Countless neon lights lit up the city, and countless buildings turned on their lights. It was the evening rush hour for office workers, and the traffic was bustling like an endless waterfall.

Professor Lecter held the book "Crime and Punishment" in his hands, and stood in front of the French window in the dark reception room. He looked at the light outside the window, and a hint of nostalgia flashed through his deep eyes behind the lenses.

Neon lights of various colors shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the huge "Divine Punishment", making the knight's armor fiery red, while the devil's body was stained with a few touches of holy white light, making people feel as if the two had switched places.

His fingertips rested on the page, where a line of words lay quietly.

Crime is a protest against abnormalities in social organization.

"Everyone is like a book, and when we open this book, we will find a devil hidden inside." He whispered, as if he saw someone through the silent words.

"Adam, you know what I love most every evening is to turn off the lights here and look out this window."

Adam stood quietly in the darkness, like a statue, without saying a word.

He knew the professor didn't need his answer.

"As long as you squint your eyes, the lights all over the city will become stars in the sky."

Professor Lecter closed the book and placed a hand on the glass.

His voice was low, as if he was chanting an epic poem.

"We will never know each other."