Chapter 621 Moritani Teiji: Choking
"Xiaolan, are you really okay on your own?" Looking down at the time, Suzuki Sonoko straightened her coat, feeling worried.
"What problem can I have?" Looking back at the movie poster, Mao Lilan smiled and waved her hand, "The worst thing is that guy Shinichi will be absent again."
Suzuki Sonoko also took a look at the poster she had been looking at.
Newly released movies have been purchased and promoted everywhere in the business district. On the building across the street from them, the words "The Legend of the Red Line" are printed on the corner of a huge advertisement.
Even if that reasoning madman can arrive, I feel that he will make the scene very disappointing...
Suzuki Sonoko, who was muttering in her heart, looked at Mao Lilan and looked at her dressed up, and another thought came to her mind. Worry: "It would be unsafe if that guy was really absent at such a late hour, right? It's already late for a midnight movie to end..."
"It doesn't matter, I'm not a child either. "Yes." Mao Lilan tilted her head and smiled, "Don't worry, Sonoko."
"Okay, remember to report the battle situation to me tomorrow!" Suzuki Sonoko checked the time again and looked at it. At the beginning of the night, at the busy intersection, I walked towards the subway station and warned, "If there is any emergency, you can contact me at any time."
"Thank you for staying with me today, Yuanzi."
"What are you saying thank you for? Just take him down, come on, Xiaolan!"
"Yuanzi..."
Watching helplessly her best friend's back, Mao Lilan took out her phone and clicked The email interface is empty, with no new messages.
"I hope it's not what I thought." She touched the gift bag hanging on her arm, murmured to herself, and walked towards the focus of today's trip.
The cinema on the first floor of Mihua Municipal Building.
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"What, the designer of all these buildings is Moritani Teiji?" Megure Police Department opened his eyes wide and repeated in surprise.
"That's right, from the original Kurokawa House to several families that had fires later, the Mizushima family, the Yasuda family, the Akutsu family..." He handed the printed document to Megure Ju. Three, Shiratori Rensaburo said with an unsightly expression.
As soon as he showed off the architects he admired, he was involved in the mystery in front of him. It was a bit embarrassing no matter how he thought about it.
"What about the green park in the morning?" Mumu Shisan quickly flipped through the paper and asked.
"I originally thought that place had nothing to do with Professor Moritani, but after careful inspection, I found that the benches in the Greenland Park were previously designed by Moritani Teiji and were used in the park and nearby sidewalks." The same is incredible. Shiratori Rensaburo crossed his arms.
“Then it seems that the same is true for the station square of Mihua Station.”
“Yes, the station square was built when the JR line was completed, but the street lights on that street , all of them are British style iron frame street lamps designed by Moritani Teiji..."
"Madman." After turning over the things in his hand, Megure Thirteen concluded.
"If the murderer's goal is really to design works related to Moritani Teiji, then he is hopelessly paranoid." Shiratori Rensaburo is indeed interested in architecture, not just a temporary fixer. Very aware of the seriousness of the problem, "Professor Teiji Moritani has been practicing for thirty years. From the early industrial design of small buildings, including some building supplies, to becoming famous, he began to contribute to many private residences. In the end, he even included He has designed many large public buildings... His designs can be found throughout Tokyo, including the Police Department.”
If the criminal's goal is really to target Moritani Teiji's design, then he has no clue where he will commit the crime next.
"That is to say, there is no way to find his target building, right?" Mumu Shisan felt his chest hurt when he heard it, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.
There are many cases in Tokyo, and he has seen many prisoners of all kinds.
But even based on his experience, this kind of paranoia is quite rare and a headache.
"The problem is troublesome..."
Mouri Kogoro, who was listening beside him, pondered and gave a slightly different reason: "In other words, his hatred for that boy Kudo may just be to cover up his true purpose. He just found a cover. Trying to divert our attention?"
"Maybe he installed bombs on the Ring Line just to blow up the canal bridge." Mu Mu showed the information he had about the Ring Line Canal Bridge. Thirteen felt that his statement was reasonable, "Maybe that's true."
"No matter what the situation is, as a matter of urgency, you should first go to Professor Moritani to confirm?" Shiratori Rensaburo suggested , "If he is his enemy, it would be more efficient for him to provide possible candidates than for us to investigate ourselves. Even if not, his records and memories of the projects he has participated in must be more comprehensive than the information we have reviewed. ?”
At this point, Conan, who had basically identified the candidate, squinted his eyes and switched to a child’s tone: “You mean the uncle with the two mustaches, right? There is a large exhibition room with many photos. Last time we were a guest at his home, he invited us to see it! "
"Well, it's a good starting point. Then prepare a vehicle. , White Bird!”
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“Is he living in his father’s shadow, or does he regard continuing his father’s old creations as proof of his inheritance of ‘noble blood’?”
< br>Standing on the top of the tallest building in the center, Narumi Asai raised his head, looked at the several statues erected on the top, and sighed emotionally.
"Lunar, I understand you have a lot of feelings, but if you don't hurry up, the detective kid will beat you to it." Miyano Akemi, who was standing on the other side of the roof, turned to look at him and reminded him.
“It’s just a sigh. It’s a bit unbearable to destroy so many buildings with outstanding designs with my own hands.” Asai Shigemi shook his head, but the hand holding the mechanism lever beside him was very steady. .
"Prepare to start, one, two -"
As the mechanisms at hand of the two men were triggered at the same time, the tall stone tower slowly made a cracking sound, getting louder and louder, and finally, it completely cracked from the center. Open in half.
At the same time, the white fortress in front of them, which was tightly closed and could not find the entrance at all, was like a cake being cut from the middle. Amidst the fierce rotation of the overwhelmed mechanism, it seemed that it was about to be destroyed. Pulled open to both sides.
Looking at the strange scene ahead like Moses parting the sea, Tang Ze stood at the bottom of the tower, listened to the conversation between the two people on the top, and adjusted the headphones on his ears.
"Ark, has this palace taught you anything?" Listening to Asai Narumi's emotional sigh, Karasawa lowered his head and looked at the small robot beside his legs.
"? What did you learn?" Noah raised his head in confusion. Noah, who didn't understand Tangze's train of thought, blinked his eyes twice, "Do you also like symmetrical designs, Leader?"
"No, no, no, it's not that. By this, I refer to the planning of super-large halls. Moritani Teiji's design level is indeed quite good. You can also learn from such a mixed design of a small garden, and let participants challenge it in stages. ..."
"Oh, so you mean, can you learn from his mechanism design?"
"Why do you want to learn this? Your program is not really about changing people's minds. It's not right to have a reality show to break through. It can really be regarded as a reality show to break through... Forget it, you thought I didn't say it. Scan it, ark, steal them all."
"Leader, they both. We're here." Shimabukuro Kime, who couldn't stand it any longer, interrupted their strange conversation and reminded him.
Tangze put away his joke, clapped his hands, and arranged the next plan: "Okay, let's group according to the plan. I suspect that the mazes on the left and right sides of the last section will have many mechanisms or mechanisms that need to be taken care of by both sides. Clues design. In short, keep communication open and keep in touch. "Leave it to me." Noah nodded, took a step forward, and disappeared into the air.
"Pay attention to safety and be careful of secret room-type institutions. This guy's palace is full of aggression."
"You are too."
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Sitting in the police car heading to Moritani Teiji's house, Conan looked at the street lights that were gradually turning on, checked the time, and became slightly anxious.
The villa area where Moritani Teiji lives is far away from the city. In Tokyo during the evening rush hour, even with the siren on, the car can only accelerate to a limited extent.
Although Mouri Kogoro and the others discovered that the prisoner wanted to deal with Moritani Teiji's building, and finding him was just a matter of convenience for the detective, he was not so lucky at all.
The tone in which the prisoner talked to him was somewhat familiar to him. As a consultant detective who relies on on-site investigation and quick wit to handle current cases, it is rare to encounter a prisoner who wants to have a "contest" with him.
But he doesn't see it often. He has really seen a lot from his father's information.
——Who made the concepts of old enemy and detective become the standard feature of many detective novels starting from "Sherlock Holmes"?
In addition, due to his understanding of cognitive psychology and Xiaolan's sudden enthusiasm and enthusiasm to participate in related subject content, he was forced and proactive to understand a lot of psychological knowledge, and he also dared to do a little bit judge.
This prisoner is a more typical type. He is indeed an anti-social murderer who has a deep hatred for him.
Although I contacted them, there were very few words and clear goals. It was more like a unilateral notice than communication, leaving them no room for communication at all.
However, for such a person who rarely shows his emotions, when facing Kudo Shinichi, his few speeches contained a lot of emotional expressions. It is difficult to explain this completely as a cover-up.
Another very important point is that this prisoner has not negotiated terms.
No matter what his situation is, from his own perspective, what happened today was not that a criminal endangering public safety was hiding in the middle of the police's intensive search, but that he was aloof and gave the detectives and police They are always throwing out new puzzles. He should enjoy this sense of control and feel the value from the troubles and disasters he creates for others.
The summary of the Mumu Police Department is more accurate - "madman".
So, Conan, who had been thinking about similar problems all the way through the traffic jam, sat on the sofa of Teiji Moritani's house and looked at Teiji Moritani who looked calm across the way and even lit his pipe while Shi Shiran. By then, the suspicion alarm had been raised.
He was dressed too neatly and decently, and it was obviously time after dinner. When he saw a few police officers who came to his door due to an emergency, he even took the time to pick out a new set of neatly ironed clothes.
With a gentle smile on his face, he did not lower his posture at all. Instead, he crossed his legs and lit a cigarette happily, seeming to enjoy the moment of being surrounded by everyone's attention.
The overly clean house, even including the plush and soft upholstery on the sofa, as well as the carefully arranged lights on the wall, the lighting with just the right atmosphere and mood...
Everywhere is in line with his vision. What about the stereotype of the sociopathic obsessive-compulsive serial killer.
Shaking the fire house in his hand twice, Moritani Teiji gently folded it into two pieces in the ashtray, and nodded slowly: "What you said makes sense. This case seems to be an outrageous coincidence.”
This is also the way of saying things.
Relying on his humble identity as a child, Conan slid off the single sofa stool and slowly walked around Moritani Teiji's living room.
The more I turn around, the more suspicious I become.
Although in order to pursue the beauty of soft furnishings, this reception room has not been decorated in a completely symmetrical manner. On one side of the wall are many decorative paintings and photos, and on the other side are clocks, closets, and low cabinets. and other furniture, but they generally show a contrasting relationship with each other and can still be regarded as symmetrical.
Conan stared at the back of Moritani Teiji's head for a moment.
Moritani Teiji, you still said you don’t have obsessive-compulsive disorder?
"Mr. Moritani, do you have any ideas about possible suspects..."
"Well, let me think about it." Moritani Teiji nodded, but his eyes stayed. When Conan walked to the other side of the low table and stared at the photos on the table, he said, "That is a photo of me and my parents when I was a child, Conan-kun."
Conan, who was observing the layout of the house, was stunned. After a pause, his eyes fell on the center of the photo frame in front of him, and he finally understood what Teiji Moritani was talking about.
"It's not like in Japan. Professor Moritani, your father seems to be a very powerful man." Conan looked at the three people in the photo for a few seconds, held it in for a while, and reluctantly answered.
What does Moritani Teiji mean by showing a family photo to an elementary school student, just to change the subject?
Why are you still staring at me? What else do you want me to say? You can’t let me praise you for being so cute when you were a child, right?
"Yes, Professor Moritani's father is a world-renowned architect. He used to be active in the European architectural community, mainly in the United Kingdom." Shiratori Rensaburo smiled and answered. , did not let the scene become completely cold, "What I like is the consistent design style of Professor Moritani's house."
Speaking of this, Shiratori Rensaburo glanced at the coffee table and was left unattended. Emperor Moritani had not even flipped through the information document twice, but he couldn't help but have some associations: "Speaking of this, I remember that my father-in-law passed away..."
"Fifteen years ago, he and I His mother died in a fire, and I inherited this house from him in the name of inheritance." Moritani Teiji nodded, held the pipe to his mouth, and took a slow drag, "He. He is indeed a great architect and has a very important influence on my life.”
After saying that, his eyes stayed on Conan again, as if he hoped that the other party would continue what he said.
Conan, who didn't understand what he was looking at and had many doubts about him due to his reasoning: "?"
What are you doing? You want to test children about him through them. Opinion?
Conan turned his head and looked at the family photo with Big Ben in the background. He blinked and murmured: "No wonder Professor Moritani, he looks a bit British."
"Oh? Why do you say that? Do I look like an Englishman in any way?" After hearing his words, Moritani Teiji's tone was still calm, but the corners of his mouth suddenly raised.
Obviously, Conan was very happy when he said this.
Conan gave him a strange look and made sure again that he really didn't see the problem with his identity and that he was really talking to a primary school student. He couldn't help but feel speechless in his heart.
Are you waiting for a primary school student to praise you and let you feel the joy of "children are innocent, so everything they tell is the truth"?
What do you want me to say? You grew up in the UK and had no sense of belonging to Japan. You just returned to Japan following your parents’ job changes;
Or that you not only decorate your home? The style strives to operate many classic architectural elements from the Stuart dynasty, trying every means to make it feel like it is still in England;
Or, about your British-style suit that doesn’t really suit your appearance. The overly stiff silhouette and strict lines have forced you to grow a beard to match this style of dressing...
In short, Teiji Moritani is completely a spiritual Englishman who is Japanese everywhere.
These reasons are all sufficient, but Conan held it in for a few seconds, but couldn't say a word.
No matter which sentence he said, it sounded too unlike what a primary school student should say or could say. Facing this kind of suspect who was very likely to have ill intentions towards Kudo Shinichi, Conan didn't want to expose anything about himself. Far beyond the intelligence of a first grader.
Somehow, Kitagawa Yusuke's face, which remained calm and calm no matter how outrageous he said, flashed before his eyes.
"Hairline." Conan blurted out, "I watch Sherlock Holmes movies and TV series, and all the British uncles have the same hairline as you."
Moritani Teiji, with a smile frozen on his face: " …”
I don’t know why, but this feeling of being stuck in a panic, but unable to say a harsh word, made him feel inexplicably familiar...
“Children, Where is the little girl who came with you that day? Why didn't you see her coming?" After being choked for a moment, Moritani Teiji stopped pretending and finally asked the question he really wanted to ask.
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"His father died in a fire, but he chose to use flames to further destroy everything he considered to be 'imperfect'..." Looking at the flickering fire in front of him, Asai's face became a little cold, "This is really Is it a choice that a child of a fire victim would make? "
"It's hard to say." Turning a blind eye to the heat and flames around him, Tang Ze strode onto the red carpet on the ground and stepped out of the room. The other side walked to the opposite side of Asai Narumi, "Is he a victim, or..."
Asai Narumi's expression was not good-looking. It seemed that in Moritani Teiji's palace, he had to use flames to crack it. The puzzle triggered a lot of negative emotions in him.
Tang Ze looked at his expression and thought silently in his heart.
Asai Narumi really has a say in this issue.
The flame is the destruction buried deep in his heart and the source that drives him forward. Even if it is for revenge, he has not chosen any similar means.
——He left the flame to himself as the final chapter of the story and the epilogue of self-destruction.
In his opinion, Moritani Teiji does not look like a family member of the victim at all, but more like a being on the other side.
"You want to say that he was for his own ambition..." Asai Narumi looked at the black eyepatch on Tang Ze's face, as if through its obstruction, he was still looking straight into Tang Ze's eyes.
"I don't have definite evidence, but this is my guess." Tangze shrugged, waiting for the flames to burn the carpet behind him, and turned to see that as everything in the room melted, the true colors slowly emerged. Rong's door, "Yes or no, we will know soon."
(End of this chapter)