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

"No, I have no meaning to live." He rarely explained, as if he was telling Conan, or looking at someone through his figure.

He looked around. Half the police force formed a circle, and there was no way for him to escape.

"I killed a lot of people." Mu Gu was laughing, "Not only the three today, but before that, I also killed many, many people."

As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone present was shocked.

"Some of them are like today's people. They used their power and money to harm countless people. Some of them pretended to be benevolent on the surface, but they did everything behind their backs."

Kiguharaji looked at the surrounding policemen with a smile on his face, and finally fixed his eyes on Yamamura Mao and Mori Kogoro who were standing together.

"I would report their crimes to the police every time before I acted, but do you know that not once, even once, the police did not listen."

"Even if someone goes to the police, they will return without success for various reasons. Do you want to hear these reasons?"

Kiguhara Er burst into laughter, the laughter was rampant, and he even burst into tears and coughed dryly.

"Back then... a dozen of us were trapped here, and we were beaten and tortured by that person every day..."

"On the surface, he is a kind old man. During the day, he greets the dignitaries who come to visit with a smile on his face. He lets us study and feeds us. He looks very kind."

"At night, he showed his ferocious face, refused to let us sleep, tied us up in the basement, and tortured us with the instruments of torture he had collected with countless lives on them.

He's a pervert who takes pleasure in torturing people, especially kids like us. "

Kiguhara Er cut open the front of his clothes with a knife, exposing his chest. He did not care about the attack, and a bloodstain was drawn on his chest.

But other than that, it was a scar that had already healed, but it was shocking to look at.

"There are thorny whips hanging, rusty iron hooks... only you can't think of it, and I was only eight years old at the time."

Mu Gu looked at them desperately, and smiled helplessly: "What can an eight-year-old child do..."

"A dozen of us, after two or three deaths, finally couldn't help but think of a way to save ourselves. We knew that devil likes to drink, so we discussed finding a day when he drank too much and sneaked out."

"But there can't be too many people. A swarm of people running out will definitely alarm the villagers not far away. They will think that we children are naughty and will send us back very kindly.

Moreover, the oldest of us was only 13 years old at the time, with long-term malnutrition and bruises all over the body, there was no way to escape too far together. "

"My brother and I are locals. We often come to this place. My brother said that he knew there was a police station at the foot of the mountain, so he could go out and call the police."

Hearing this, and thinking about Mu Gu's attitude towards the police before, it is not difficult for everyone to guess what the final outcome will be.

"From here to the foot of the mountain, the child's footwork will probably take half the night. This is on the premise of not getting lost. When I run to the place and report to the police and bring the police back, the demon has already woken up."

"In other words, everyone who stays is in danger."

Mu Gu smiled miserably, "If the person who went to call the police escapes and does not come back, then the rest of the people will face the wrath of that guy, and may even die."

"The only one who can go there as quickly as possible and guarantee to come back is only my brother."

"Because I'm still here."

Having said that, Mu Gu turned back to look at Haibara Ai, with a gentle smile on his face, "The diary should belong to me if nothing else happened. I left in a hurry, and someone probably took it away and put it here."

"My brother told me that he would definitely come back to find me. He climbed over the wall and ran out in the dark, and found the police, who brought him back..."

"Do you know...do you know!" He suddenly shouted, "When my brother was brought back by the guy in the police uniform with a look of despair, and handed over to the director of the orphanage, you know that we are in the heart. What kind of despair!"

"The police received the dean's thank-you gift, and solemnly asked us not to run around. The kind villagers also joined in and said that our group of children are the most naughty, and they often get together in the middle of the night to discuss how to go out to play. Take good care of us..."

"My brother is dead..."

Kiguharaji squeezed out these words from his throat with a hoarse voice, "The demon tied him to the chair, and our group of people watched helplessly, watching him being tortured to the point of dying, watching the demon holding him Pick up a big pot, chop up my brother into a dozen pieces and throw them into the pot, then smile and tell us to add a meal, eat some meat..."

"Don't keep saying that he treats us badly and makes us always run outside..."

The audience around were already stunned. The young Mitsuhiko Ayumi and others turned pale and had acid regurgitation in their stomachs. They would never have imagined that such a cruel thing would happen in this world.

"What you said...is it true...?" Shancun Cao, headed by the police, twitched his throat slightly. No matter how inconspicuous he was, he was a police officer for the sake of ideals and justice.Having seen so many dark sides, he thought he had gotten used to it, but the lower limit was still refreshed time and time again by reality.

"Do you want to ask where those policemen were?" Kiguharaji looked at him with a grim expression on his face, "After we finally escaped, I lived a stable life for ten years, and I wanted to study like a normal person play, but I find I can't."

"As soon as I close my eyes, I can see my brother looking at me with blood on his face before he died, telling me to live well; I can see how many of us were buried in the white area of ​​the orphanage in order to escape. Underground where the sun forced us to play, they were watching me with their eyes open..."

"I'm back, I found the two policemen from back then, and pretended to be a reporter to interview what happened here back then."

Mu Gu slightly raised the corner of his mouth, "But do you know what they said?"

"First they refused to admit it, saying that the person who told me the news was false, and later they said they didn't know. And when I revealed my identity and said that I was one of those people, they looked panic-stricken Beg for forgiveness."

"They said that they only received 3 yuan from the director, and 3 yuan is the money for the lives of a dozen of us."

Kiguharaji looked at Yamamura Cao, "You just asked the whereabouts of those policemen, they..."

"Buried at your feet!"

Chapter 380 The Sixth Light

This mountain has no name, and the locals directly call it a barren mountain, because there is almost nothing here no matter in winter or summer.

But this mountain is also famous, at least in the eyes of Kiguharaji, the name of this mountain is Cemetery.

There are many people buried here, and he can call everyone by name, but everyone is still anonymous.

Kiguharaji was smiling against the sun, and the morning after the rain revealed a fresh taste. He took a deep breath, wanting to remember the taste here in his soul.

Kiguhara Er didn't want to live anymore. Although he didn't achieve the purpose of this trip at the last moment of his life, he suddenly felt that the surrounding policemen were staring at their feet in surprise, and the innocent people involved were at a loss and at a loss. It's worth it too.

At least, his story was heard.

Kiguharaji held back for too long, he witnessed the tragic death of his brother, even if he returned to a normal life, he couldn't forget the scenes that happened here, he had already driven himself crazy.

Dealing with these villains 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 prison for the rest of his life, that small cell was just like the interrogation room in 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 laughed in the gentlest voice: "Little friend, 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 parted his mouth to reveal a smiling face, 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 do now, I really want to see them again..."

Conan's heart moved slightly when he heard the words, 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 it."

Kiguharaji shook his head, "I know you want to persuade me to live, but it's too late."

He looked up at Mori Kogoro, "He's still alive, which proves that my brother should be gone. I haven't even fulfilled his last wish, so I'm ashamed to see him."

"No, no, I am the one going to hell, and he must be watching the world carefully in heaven. If we can't see it, we definitely won't see it."

"Brother Kigu...?"

"Little friend, we are all people who crawled out of hell..."

"Go find your own light."

The air at the scene froze, and Kigu, who had a smile on his face, froze in place. Conan, who had been staring at him nervously and trying to prevent him from committing suicide, also subconsciously moved his eyes away, looking at Kuroki who was standing behind Kigu Benevolence.

Just now, two people said the last sentence at the same time.It's exactly the same, even the pauses in the sentences are the same.

"This is what the boss said by patting me on the shoulder before I left. Everyone was there at the time." Heimuren took a deep breath and tried his best to calm down his tone.

"You..." Mu Guyuan turned around early in the morning and faced Kuroki Ren, the rich second generation who he always felt had no common language.

"You are……"

Hei Muren pursed his lips, tried his best to raise the corners of his mouth, and responded to him with a smile.

"Brother Chumu, long time no see."

Fugu Chumu believed that he died at the age of eight.

For three consecutive days, he couldn't sleep, and when he closed his eyes, he saw the scene of his brother's tragic death in front of him.He couldn't eat any more, and his stomach was overwhelmed, telling him that the first meat he ate here was his own brother.

In just three days, he looked haggard, and he swallowed a breath, leaving this world that he was terrified of forever.

It's not that the other friends didn't comfort him, but he didn't listen to it, and even when he saw some people, he always remembered the scene of them getting together to discuss asking his brother to call the police.

They... are also accomplices, right?

The young Fugu Yumu 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, everyone, and himself.

On the third day, on a sunny day, when Fugu Qiumu was squatting in the courtyard, a small figure walked up to him.

"elder brother."

Fugu Qiumu raised his head, looked at the well-behaved and calm young man standing in front of him, and asked politely: "Is this the xxx orphanage?"

The boy is only five or six years old, Fugu Yumu is the youngest in this orphanage, there is no other child younger than him.

He is new here.

Fugu Chumu's face was pale, he looked up at the sun and the child under the sun, and saw himself and his brother in a trance.

"..." He opened his mouth and spoke the first sentence in three days.

"Run away."

Fifteen years is not a short time for Fugu Chumu. He lives in torment 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 the blood at the corner of his mouth.His body is getting worse day by day, but he still insists on exercising, trying to kill with one blow when killing people.

Just now, he was still complaining, blaming himself for not being up to date, and not killing Moori Kogoro in the end; How nice it would be for the police to be like them...

But when he looked back at this moment, he realized that he didn't complain anymore.

"Yangping..." Fugu Chumu smiled, walked to him in two staggered steps, and after being supported by him, tried hard to touch his cheek with his hand.

Finally, he stopped a few centimeters in front of his face, just drawing his outline in vain.

"you are still alive."

No one knows what Shenshui Yangping meant to him when he appeared in front of Fugu Chumu who was ashamed.

In him, Fugu Chumu found a sliver of comfort and compensation for his brother. During that time, Shenshui Yangping was all the motivation for him to live.

From the entrance blocked by the police, there was a little noise, and the one who pushed the police away and entered was Jiang Chengdahe who didn't know where to go after calling the police.

Beside him was a woman, her golden shawl short hair was suppressed by a beret, and it was a little scattered with the bumps of running, but the woman didn't care about her image at all, her eyes quickly swept around, and after seeing Hei Muren Just breathed a sigh of relief.