Chapter 10 Chapter 10 The Modern Raskolnikov

So that night, at the invitation of Kosuke Kindaichi, several relevant personnel came to a Japanese-style room in the main building of Wanghailou Hotel. First of all, Ms. Kato Tatsuko, Kano Tatsuya and his nephew Tsuzuki Masao, who were closely related to the deceased, and Masao's girlfriend Kume Kyoko; besides the proprietress of the hotel, there were her sister-in-law and the late Fusako's wife. Boyfriend Toyohiko Okada, a total of seven people. In addition, there are Kosuke Kindaichi and the Toshili Police Department.The local plainclothes police are quietly ambushing around the Japanese-style room and in the yard at the moment.But this arrangement is only known to the police.

Kosuke Kindaichi specially chose this Japanese-style room because the corpses of Professor Jiang Chuan and his father Saeko were lying side by side in the next room, separated only by a cool bamboo mat sliding door. Fusazi's body had just been transported back after an autopsy, and the cause of death was of course drowning. Sitting next to Professor Jiang Chuan's pillow were his daughter Akiko, his granddaughter Liu Lizi, his old friend Dr. Gu Yuan, and Professor Jiang Chuan's students who came from Tokyo University. All four or five of them held their breath carefully. Kosuke Kindaichi also played tricks, as if he wanted to create some dramatic effects.

Obviously, everyone present felt a suffocating depression.The seven men and women exchanged questioning glances, but only became more silent.Everyone is waiting for the arrival of the local investigation director invited by Kosuke Kindaichi. Kano Tatsuya looked depressed, and he had completely lost the energy he had two days ago.He kept blowing his nose, and occasionally stood up and went to the next room to burn incense.At this time, Yiliu Etsuko would get up together to burn a stick of incense beside Fushazi's pillow. Ms. Kato flickered a pair of eyes hidden behind the deep glasses, spying on the faces of everyone present from time to time.It seems she cares most about Minko and Okada Toyohiko.

Minzi probably realized this, and always countered back with hostile eyes. Toyohiko Okada seemed to have difficulty breathing, and cleared his throat from time to time. Tsuzuki Masao was the one who was most at ease present, looking around with interest at the faces of the people around him, standing next to his uncle, consoling him kindly, and jokingly poking Kyoko on the shoulder when he came back.Kyoko kept her head down listlessly, and the hair on her earlobe shone brightly under the light. A few minutes of oppressive silence passed. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I'm late..." The local investigation director finally appeared, and there was a commotion in the room, but then a new tense atmosphere shrouded it.

Next, Kosuke Kindaichi launched a decisive battle with the most vicious criminals under this stage set.However, since Kosuke Kindaichi's well-prepared trap had firmly caught the criminals, the battle soon ended in Kosuke Kindaichi's victory. "Mr. Kindaichi, then please start." Waiting for the police department to wait a little longer. "Okay, I understand." Kosuke Kindaichi looked around the audience slowly, then coughed, and said calmly: "I respectfully invite you to come here because——I have found out the truth of the case and the criminal. I will tell you my true identity later."

Kindaichi Kosuke's tone was full of confidence, making everyone start to re-evaluate him. "Mr. Kindaichi, is this true?" The investigation director seemed dubious. "Ah, Director, actually I don't intend to show off my reasoning ability. I just discovered some things that everyone overlooked, that's all." As he spoke, Kosuke Kindaichi took out a pink envelope commonly used by women from his pocket.Although the mouth is sealed, judging from the bulging appearance of the envelope, there must be a lot of letters inside. "Mr. Jintianyi, what exactly is this?" Yiliu Minzi, who looked like a fox, leaned forward, with suspicion on his face no less than that of the investigation director, and the questioning tone revealed a hint of contempt.

"I'm sorry to say that, because I suddenly thought of something, I entered Miss Fusako's room without everyone's permission, but I found this note by accident. It seems that this is Fusako Miss' suicide note." Hearing the word "suicide note", everyone was surprised at the same time. Only Minzi asked in disbelief: "My God, suicide note? So you mean that Fusako committed suicide?" "No, Fusako obviously died of homicide." "Hey, Mr. Kindaichi, aren't you contradicting yourself? How can a person who was killed by others write a suicide note in advance?"

"That's why I didn't say it's a suicide note, but said it's like a suicide note. Strictly speaking, this thing can't be called a suicide note. Therefore, Ms. Fusako didn't write a "suicide note" on the surface of the envelope. Instead, it says 'a memorandum for the future'." After speaking, Kindaichi Kosuke took out something written in beautiful female handwriting like a magician doing a trick. "Mr. Kindaichi, can you show me?" Etsuko Ichiliu asked. "Oh no, no, ma'am, this is very important physical evidence, so I can't give it to you right now. Let the investigation director give it to you later."

"Ah, I'm really sorry." Etsuko obediently withdrew her request, and subconsciously glanced at the people around her. Although the investigation director was still a little dubious, he probably waited for the police department to give him some instructions beforehand, so he held back his silence. Yiliu Minzi didn't say a word, he was always ready to move. "Uh, as for why Ms. Fusako wrote such a thing, I think one of the reasons is that she can't bear the condemnation of her conscience." "What do you mean Fusazi can't stand the condemnation of conscience?" Minzi immediately interjected.

"Ah, well, I will naturally say later," Kosuke Kindaichi easily avoided Minko's questioning, "In addition, there is another reason why Fusako wrote these things, and that is because she was afraid, or had a premonition that she would Will be killed by the mastermind of this case." "The mastermind of this case refers to—" Etsuko Ichiliu was the one who asked the question, she was the calmest and most rational among all the people present. "Well, first of all, I would like to remind everyone that in the case of Professor Jiang Chuan, the mastermind behind the scenes is not the same person as the actual executor. There were actually two people on the recliner. Therefore, the mastermind of this case, the real criminal, did not actually need to be in Gyeongpo on the Sunday afternoon when the crime happened. And the person who put the ball on the recliner according to the criminal’s instructions, It's Miss Fusako!"

The people present seemed to be shocked by electric shock again, and the atmosphere suddenly became commotion. "Nonsense! It's just nonsense..." Minzi suddenly flew into a rage, her raised eyebrows and pointed mouth were exactly like a fox. "Why did Fushazi kill Professor Jiang Chuan? What reason and motivation did she have to kill someone who had nothing to do with her?" Minzi, the bitch, was simply unstoppable. "Uh, this..." Even the famous Kindaichi Kosuke couldn't stand it anymore.Fortunately, at this time, Kano Tatsuya suddenly asked a very important question, "Then Mr. Kindaichi, who is trying to murder Professor Jiang Chuan?" "About this, Mr. Garner," Kosuke Kindaichi deliberately didn't look at Minko, "the name of the planner is also clearly written on it-he calls himself 'modern Lasker' Nikoff'." "A modern Raskolnikov?" "It's the protagonist. That person encouraged Fusako and said: 'Although Napoleon slaughtered tens of thousands of people, he was worshiped as a hero. In today's world, if you don't even dare to kill one or two people, you can dream of making good. Luckily, that was a big mistake!' Hey..." An ashtray flew past Kaneda Ichikosuke's head, but fortunately he had expected it, and quickly lowered his head to avoid being hit. The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense. "Masao, what are you doing!?" "Mr. Kindaichi, could it be him?" "That's right, it's him!" Zhengxiong rushed to the yard quickly, but the police who had already ambushed there quickly subdued him.The subdued Masao suddenly collapsed like a soft ball. It turned out that his left hand was tightly grasping the terrible ball—this is what happened to modern Raskolnikov. (missing page here)