The suspect who caused the explosion panic was jailed, and Ruo Muwen was seriously injured and hospitalized. These two things were known to the Young Detective Team the day after the incident.
At that time, I was still investigating the man who died in the aquarium in the Undersea Paradise bombing, and I already had a clue.
As a result, the prisoner's home was stolen.
Conan no longer felt depressed, he was just eager to know the entire line of reasoning.
It's just that for some reason, Officer Takagi, who is always easy to talk to, didn't tell them anything this time - he would just show off his face if he asked too many questions.
It made Conan scratch his head.
So I came to Ruomu Wenren for a visit to find the truth.
Ruomu Wenren deceived these children with half-truths and half-falsehoods, without giving any specific reasons. Instead, he sent the three children away and had a few words with Conan and Haiyuan.
"Okay, it's time to check."
Kuroki glanced at the doctor standing at the door and signaled Ruomu Wenren to get up.
Ruomu Wenren reluctantly got up from the hospital bed.
"You guys stay in the house obediently." Kuroki Ren said to the five children with a smile before closing the door, "No outsiders are allowed in the inspection area, we will be back soon."
No one noticed anything unusual.
The door of the room was closed tightly, and Ruomu Wenren suppressed his smile. He was originally bright and cheerful and became a little calmer. Although he stood there, he seemed like a delicate baby who couldn't cry.
"If you don't want to see him..." Kuroki put his hand on his shoulder, "You can refuse him."
Ruomu Wenren shook his head, smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Kuromu, do you think I'm stupid?"
"Why do you say that?"
"I have thrown myself into a trap, but in the end, only one simple fact can shatter all my plans."
"It's just a coincidence." Kuroki comforted him, "Who would have thought that there are so many coincidences in this world?"
"Is it a coincidence?" Ruomu Wenren exhaled, "Yes, there are so many coincidences in this world."
For example, the person he calculated carefully is his brother who he has been looking for for more than ten years. For example, Brother Kuromu, the person you have been longing for has just passed you by.
Ruomu Wenren had suspected that this was someone Heo Muren deliberately found to set him up, hoping to watch a brotherly massacre from afar.
This kind of thing is not unheard of in organizations - many people will adopt the children of their enemies, brainwash them, wait for them to grow up, and then let them lurk with their relatives, and then they will die.
Those perverts can think of any tricks to please themselves.
But this thought just disappeared as soon as it passed through my mind.
Just as Wakamu Onuto said to Kitajima Kohei in the secluded room, Kuroki Jin... is not this kind of person.
If it were him, it would be possible.
Ruomu Wenren pushed open the door of a ward, and Takagi standing inside looked at the door warily and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was them.
Next to Takagi is a table and a chair. If the person sitting there was not so familiar, they would have thought they were entering some specialist clinic for treatment.
"You are here." Takagi said nonsense, "Then... I will go out first?"
"I'm with you." Kuroki Jin smiled, opened the door and signaled Takagi to go first.
Soon, only Kohei Kitajima and Onto Wakaki were left in the room, standing and sitting, looking at each other.
Ruomu Onren took out a small instrument from his collar, opened it and put it on the table - this was what Kuomu Ren put in when he patted him on the shoulder.
Bei Daohanghei staggered Wenren's gaze and followed the movement of this small instrument until it was placed still.
"Brother Kuroki just gave it to me, it can block the signal in this room." Ruomu Wenren explained, pulled up a chair and sat across from Bei Dao Hangping.
"You want to see me, what's the matter?"
There was a table between the two of them. As Kitajima Kohei stared at the small instruments on the table, he could also see Wakamu Onuto's hands on the table - his left hand was wrapped with thick gauze.
That's his masterpiece.
"I just want to give this back to you."
Kitajima Kohei removed his crossed hands, and handcuffs were placed on his wrists, handcuffed to the table, to prevent him from violently attacking anyone.
He holds the harmonica in his palm, and the blood stains on it have been wiped clean, revealing its original bright white color.
"This should be returned to you." Kitajima Kohei tried to look into his eyes. When he found that the other person's eyes were staring at him, he subconsciously looked away, "He is yours."
"He is yours." Ruomu Wenren shook his head and said the same thing, "This was originally given to me by my brother, and now it has returned to its original owner."
The words "brother" made Kitajima Kohei stiffen all over. Even the hand holding the harmonica trembled slightly. He pursed his lips and didn't know what to say.
"Don't be nervous," Ruomu Wenren said calmly, "None of us can ignore our blood relationship, but it may take some time for us to accept each other."
"You can't accept me as your brother who put you in jail twice, and I can't accept the person who put me like this as my brother."
Wakamu Onto had a weird expression for a moment, but Kitajima Kohei didn't look at his face and missed the expression.
"Fortunately, it still takes a long time."
"I will apply for the death penalty."
The two said at the same time.
Ruo Mu Wenren frowned, "Why?" He asked in confusion, "Your crime does not constitute the death penalty. Even if it is the death penalty, there are ways to suspend the execution. Why are you——"
Ruomu Wenren's voice paused, "Because of me?" He said with a stern face, "Do you think I won't accept your existence?"
"I have been looking for you for so many years and finally found you. No matter what the result is, I don't care."
Kitajima Kohei looked at the excited Wakamu Onto and showed a gentle smile that he had not shown for a long time.
"Wen Renjun, can I call you that?"
Ruomu Wenren nodded.
"I care." Bei Daohangping said gently, "The first time I killed someone was on the third day after my grandfather died. I robbed a child of half a steamed bun that he struggled to grab. The day after that, I
I saw the body of the child who died of starvation."
"Wen Ren, I'm glad that your life is better than mine. Although I don't remember much about what happened so long ago, I'm really happy..."
"You don't need a brother like me."
Kitajima Kohei is a murderer who does all kinds of evil. No matter what his reasons are, killing is a crime, and no pity or sympathy can stop or change this kind of thing.
In Kitajima Kohei's eyes, he is gentle, well-behaved, polite, sensible, and smart... He is a good boy who is loved by his parents, taken care of by his elder brother, guided by his predecessors, and has an unlimited future. He does not need to have a tainted brother.
His own existence may temporarily solve his longing, but it will definitely hinder his footsteps in the future.
Kitajima Kohei didn't want to live anymore. He should have died on the third day of his grandfather's death and starved to death on the street.
The extra ten years he lived were the result of his grandfather's final wish for him to live on, which he whispered in his ear before his death. He had gambled his life and avenged himself, so he had no regrets.
While he was still unfamiliar with this younger brother, he was willing to end his life now, lest in the future when his belief in living became his younger brother, Wen Ren would regard him as a burden and abandon him.