It's Too Hard for Conan to Follow Me by the Boss's Side

"Be patient, don't make any noise." The elder brother gently patted his head, took off the thing hanging around his neck, and stuffed it into Ruomu Wenren's hands.

"Take this, wait for brother to come back, and put you to sleep at night."

It was a harmonica, and my brother played it very well. Whenever he couldn't fall asleep or didn't want to sleep, he could fall asleep peacefully listening to the sound of his brother's harmonica.

Ruomuwen hid, he quietly lifted the lid of the trash can to see his brother's back, and found that he was running back.

My brother didn't come back either.

Later, when he fell into a drowsy sleep and felt that he was about to die, he was discovered by Masato Wakagi passing by, and they took him home to raise him.

For so many years, he had also asked his parents to find his brother, but without any clues, they searched for children in the slums where there were a lot of homeless children, which was tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

He has been keeping the harmonica in good condition all the time, and even when he was unconscious before being caught, he was still glad that he didn't bring the harmonica with him, otherwise it would definitely be damaged by this guy.

"Mr. Masato." Kuroki Ren nodded to Ruogi Masato, and Ruogi Masato took out the harmonica from his coat pocket.

Bei Dao Hangping's gaze was immediately attracted by this harmonica.

The harmonica is silver, and it can be seen that it is still silver, but Ruomuwen people have often held it in their hands to commemorate it over the years, and it is almost worn out from the original color.

Ruomu Wenren was also looking at the harmonica, his mind was a little unclear, and he still didn't understand why Hei Muren asked his father to bring this over.

Not only did he not understand, but no one present except Kuroki Ren and Wakagi Masato did not understand.

No, one more person got it.

Dingling—the sound of blades bouncing to the ground, Kitajima Kohei's crippled right hand gradually trembled, his eyes fixed on the harmonica in Ruogi Masato's hand, as if he didn't realize that he had let go of it hostage.

Kuroki Ren stopped the policemen who wanted to rush forward.

"Mr. Kuroki..." Sato wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Kuroki Ren raising his hand.

Ruomu Masato threw the harmonica over, and the harmonica fell into Bei Dao Hangping's hands amid Wen Ren's exclamation.

"I just said, you can't kill him."

There was sadness in Heimuren's eyes, not only for Wen Ren, but also for Bei Dao Hangping.

"Because he is your own brother."

A familiar tune came from around him, Ruomu Wenren, whose brain was down, looked up, and Bei Dao Hangping, who was originally perverse and violent, was using the harmonica to perform the tune that made him dream about in the middle of the night—it was the tune his brother used to lull him to sleep.

There was a lot of noise around here, maybe it was the whispering of the police around here who heard the explosive information, but Ruomuwen didn't care anymore.

He couldn't even hear what Hei Muren said afterwards, the melody echoed in his ears, and he murmured before he fell into a coma:

"elder brother?"

Bei Dao Hangping was handcuffed, holding the harmonica tightly in his hands, the blood in his palm soaked it, and the original silver color turned blood red.

But Bei Dao Hangping felt that this match was very good.

When Ruomu Wenren was taken away by the ambulance, he didn't look up, but just stood there silently until Ruomu Zhengren passed by him.

"Thank you." Bei Dao Hangping said in a low voice.

"That's my son." Ruomu Zhengren didn't look at him. If he hadn't learned about this before coming, he would have killed him on the spot with the first shot.

Those two bullets were the interest he asked for as a father.

"The result of the DNA comparison." Kuroki Ren stood up from behind Bei Dao Hangping and handed him a piece of paper.

Bei Dao Hangping slightly closed his eyes, "No need."

The results of the DNA comparison may be false, but his memory cannot be falsified.He remembered that he had promised who would go back to him, and he also remembered the song just now.

The harmonica in his hand is even more familiar to him, even if it is assumed that all this is an illusion created by someone, then he still wants to sink into this illusion.

It's just... huh.

"It's ironic, Kurokiren," Bei Dao Hangping closed his eyes and looked up. "Is this what you designed too?"

"You think of me too darkly." Heimuren said lightly, "Wen Ren and I are not in a relationship of mutual use."

"Perhaps." Two lines of tears ran down Bei Dao Hangping's raised cheeks, and he didn't seem to notice it himself, "People like me are used to looking for the dark side of people's hearts, and seeing their heartbroken and desperate Only then will you feel a sense of reality.”

"Unexpectedly, I dedicated the last despair to myself."

"Let's go." Shiratori came from behind and gently pushed Bei Dao Hangping's back.

Hei Muren watched as the man got into the police car and drove away.

"Mr. Kuroki," someone called him again, and Kurokiren straightened his expression, returning to his usual self.

"Do you want to go back to the Metropolitan Police Department with us?"

Takagi Shehan walked over with a smile, scratching his head, "This time the matter is a bit complicated, and the Megure Police Department still hopes you can explain it."

"Yes," Kuroki Ren nodded, "but I have a request, can you listen to it?"

……

Ruomu Wenren woke up again and saw the familiar ceiling. He tilted his head with difficulty, and saw his mother who was accompanying him by the bed leaning against the corner of the table and fell asleep exhaustedly.

He slightly raised the corner of his mouth to smile, but he pulled the wound on his face, and took a breath of cold air in pain.

Even this small movement woke Wakamiko awake.

"Wenren, you're awake." With excitement in her beautiful eyes, she hurriedly rang the bell for the doctor to come in and give him a detailed examination.

"I'm fine, Mom." Wen Ren was obedient, "I made you and Dad worry."

"Stupid child, it's fine if you're fine." Wakamiko patted her son's head, made room for the doctor, and let go of most of her worries.

She went out to inform Masato Ruomu that the child had woken up, but she saw Heimuren who came outside the door at some time and nodded to her.

Chapter 340 Request

Wakamiko was in a complicated mood and didn't know what expression to use to treat him.

"Mrs. Ruomu," Hei Muren greeted first, "Is Wen Ren awake?"

"Just woke up." Wakamiko put away her complicated emotions, "The doctor is inside, please worry about Mr. Kuroki."

Hei Muren smiled, and said apologetically, "Part of the responsibility for this incident lies with me. If it wasn't for the fact that I asked Wenren before, he wouldn't be targeted by the prisoner this time."

Wakamiko nodded, which was in response to Kuroki Ren's explanation.

Seeing this, Hei Muren didn't say any more, he said to see him later, then turned and left.

At the corner, Miwako Sato stood there with a half-smile, as if waiting for him.

"How?" she asked.

Hei Muren helplessly spread his hands, "I'm relatively cold towards me, but it's normal, after all, I'm also the one who indirectly caused Wen Ren to be injured."

"Mr. Kuroki cannot be blamed for this matter!" Takagi leaned out from behind Sato, "If Mr. Kuroki hadn't found a breakthrough point, the final result is still unknown."

"Does Officer Takagi really think so?" Kuroki Ren raised his eyebrows.

"..." Takagi scratched his head in embarrassment.

He discussed with Sato, holding each other excitedly, to see if he could pry some information from Kuroki Ren.

They interrogated Bei Dao Hangping, but he refused to say a word.They also investigated Masato Ruomu's background, but Masato Ruomu picked them up with a few words.

There are too many guns in Japan. Although it is a bit reckless to shoot in front of the police, it can still be fooled.

After all, Masato Ruomu shot and threatened a criminal, and no one was killed yet. With the license to hold a gun, at most, it was for the police to criticize and educate.

Hitoshi Kuroki and Takagi Sato walked in the garden of the hospital, they were either doctors or patients and their family members coming and going. Although there was no laughter, they were unusually harmonious.

"Let me meet Bei Dao Hangping."

Hei Muren looked from the garden to Ruomu Wenren's ward on the third floor. He was too far away to see anything clearly, but he could imagine the scene of Wenren thanking him obediently.

Sato frowned slightly, but remembered what Shi Mugure said, and nodded in agreement: "Yes."

Kuroki Ren met Bei Dao Hangping in the interrogation room of the Metropolitan Police Department. The perverse and hostile look on the latter disappeared, his palms were wrapped in gauze, and he sat quietly on a chair.

Kuroki Ren is the first time to see such a calm Bei Dao Kohei, whether it is the first suicide bet or the second design explosion, his plan has always been crazy.

Even if his identity was revealed in the end, he did not give up any chance to sow discord.

Now it looks like it has been hit.

"This is the third time we have met," Kuroki Ren said first, "The time you looked at me from the top of the building before doesn't count."

Bei Dao Hangping shook his head, and said for the first time after being imprisoned: "No, we have met many times."

"I've spent time in a candy house, and I've also used clichés in bars. I have to say, they are really good at clichés."

Outside, Gao Mushe's face turned red all of a sudden.

"You drugged Chengshi, and you were the one who invaded the candy house."

"It's me." Kitajima Hangping admitted, "Actually, I wanted to do it twice after that, but the person in your store is too vigilant."

After being hit by a trick, Asai Chengshi always maintained his body's resistance to sleeping pills. If he did it again, he would not be making a smoke bomb, but a warning to the snake.

"I was the one who stunned Takagi and put it in the abandoned warehouse. I was the one who provided the gunpowder to the bomber. I was the one who designed this serial case. I will explain everything. What else do you want to ask?"

The police outside the door were all surprised by Bei Dao Hangping's smooth explanation, only Heimuren inside the house paused and asked, "What do you want from me?"

"A request." Bei Dao Hangping looked up at him, his eyes were calm, as if lifeless.

"I want to meet Wen alone."

Bei Dao Hangping recruited everything, saying how he escaped from the police's surveillance, explaining the manpower he found after he came out and the previous contacts, and explaining the case he originally designed.

In short, very cooperative.

In this regard, the police had to reconsider Bei Dao Hangping's request after being busy for a period of time to clean up a lot of black arsenals.

It has been a week since the incident.

"...Brother Wen Ren, tell me again, how did you realize that the surrounding situation was wrong, and then you passed on the information wittily and then used your body as bait to lure him into the bait?!"

"Cough..." Ruomu Wenren coughed, and the children quieted down, waiting for him to continue telling the story.

"As soon as I went out, I found that the surrounding air was filled with murderous aura, and the murderous aura came straight to me, and I knew that I couldn't hide no matter what.

but!Even so, I want to make people who come later be vigilant! "