I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

"By the way, if you say that, then the light rope in his bedroom is..." Uncle Maori said aloud after a moment of silence.

He didn't say the whole thing, but everyone understood what he meant, and Akashi Kan also naturally knew. He continued to look at the fishing knot on the light rope and said:

"Yes, only that light rope was connected by my father himself. He didn't like the things we touched in his room."

"That knot was caused by him, and I can't undo it."

"So, I can only cut the light rope with scissors."

"If the knot on that light rope is a fishing knot made by my wife..."

With love flowing in tears, Akashi Hiroshi did not suppress his surging heart, leaving his eyes moist, his nose sore, and his vision blurred.

Under the light, the glittering tears reflected dim light.

The voice from Akashi Kanto's mouth trembled a little, and he said intermittently:

"If that knot is a fishing knot my wife made..."

"I might..."

"I may not be able to cut that light rope..."

At this point, Akashi Hiroto's eyes were already full of tears.

Now he can only see the halo of the lights, the blurred figures, and the outline of the furniture in his living room.

He frowned tightly, but did not let the tears flow down.

But when he uttered the next sentence, the tears that had accumulated in his eyes flowed down his dark cheeks very rebelliously.

"Maybe..."

"Maybe it won't happen this time."

After speaking, he closed his eyes, as if tears would not flow out.

But things backfired, even if he didn't want to, tears still seeped from the gaps in his eyelids and dripped on his clothes.

It also fell on everyone's hearts.

No one will laugh or tease this man who can choose to give up revenge because all fishing enthusiasts know how to knot.

Most of the people present thought he was pitiful and hateful.

Poor is what happened to him:

His beloved wife died of illness, and it was his father whom he respected since childhood that caused all this to happen.

The father's betrayal, originally believed that the unreasonable and willful reasons put forward by the father, was evidence that the father regarded him as his own son.

In the end, he just wanted to use him.

"If... if my father just treats me as a'toy', I will be very sad, maybe I will leave quietly..."

"But I will never do something like today."

"My wife... she is innocent!"

In the eyes of everyone, Akashi Kanto closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and shouted loudly, as if he was venting.

After venting, I felt weak.

Because everything has already happened.

His wife has been dead for three years.

Even if there is no cremation, it has already become a pile of bones without temperature.

Because he realized this, Akashi Hiroshi, a man in his thirties, cried very sadly.

Silent, but his tears couldn't stop streaming down.

At this time Akashi Hiroshi's mood has collapsed.

Everyone in the living room was silent.

Unlike everyone else, Guangyou only thinks he is pathetic.

He was not able to choose his birth, nor did he choose who to adopt.

What he can choose is to move out to live with his wife after adulthood, just like a normal father and son, and occasionally go back and see.

Or to repay the favor of adoption, give up something,

There is no doubt that Akashi Hiroshi, who is affectionate, chose the latter.

The person he loved also chose the latter because of love.

There is no feasting, no high-end restaurants in the mountains, and even going to the supermarket to buy things, you have to walk three kilometers.

But his wife still chose to follow him.

In the end there was an accident.

In the eyes of Koyo, Akashi Hiroshi and his wife are very pitiful, and the only hateful is Akashi Yano who uses others as tools.

"There is more to die than."

This is Kosuke's evaluation of Akashi.

The living room fell silent again, and the wall clock was still ticking, but it was a little different from before.

There were more low men's whimpers.

This time it was a real whimper, and it was the whimper made when the grief was at its peak.

However, after all, it is impossible to keep him crying, Akashi Hiroshi knows this very well.

Because of his affairs, a lot of time has been delayed.

The truth of the case has been revealed, and his "prey" has also been found by the "hunter".

Now, it's time to leave.

The whimper gradually weakened, and after a while, Akashi Hiroto calmed down a little bit—at least he stopped crying like before.

He raised his head, and unavoidably faced the crowd with his tear-soaked face.

Later, Akashi Hiroshi said to everyone with such a face, "Sorry, I just couldn't control myself."

"It's okay, I can understand." Uncle Maori said aloud.

There are no too many words, just such a simple sentence.

"Thank you." Akashi Hiroto turned his head to look at the mountain village fuck standing aside and said in a deep voice, "Police officer, let's go."

"Oh, oh." Shancun Fu took out the handcuffs from his pockets, ready to handcuff Akashi Kanren, and then take away.

"Police officer, if you can, please wait a moment, please." Akashi Hiroto seemed to have thought of something, and said suddenly.

"What's the matter?" Shancun exercise stopped, the handcuffs on his hands were already opened, and the silver light was shining under the light.

"I...I want to have a drink." Akashi Hiroshi is like a drunkard obsessed with drinking, thinking about having a last drink before being caught.

"..." Yamamura Cao didn't respond, he turned his head subconsciously, and glanced at his reliable predecessor-Kogoro Mouri.

"Let him drink it." Uncle Maori thought for a while, and nodded in agreement. He saw Akashi Hiroman crying like this for his deceased wife. It was impossible to remain immobile.

After all, in some respects, he and Akashi Hiroshi are the same.

"However, Mr. Kanto..." Uncle Mori agreed, but he still had to give Akashi Kanto a vaccination first.

"It's dark now, the road outside is not easy."

A thoughtless sentence made the village fuck a little puzzled.

"What is Mr. Maori talking about?" Shancun Fu didn't understand the meaning of Uncle Maori's words.

This house is surrounded by forest, it is getting dark, it is really hard to walk.

But what does it have to do with the current situation?

He doesn't understand, but someone in the living room understands.

Apart from Conan and Kosuke, Akashi Hiroshi who asked Uncle Mouri to say this of course also understood the meaning of this sentence.

This is for him not to think about running away.

However, this is what Uncle Maori has thought about.

He didn't want to escape, and there was nowhere to escape.

His home is long gone, it was gone three years ago.

Even if he escapes, where can he escape?

"I think it's better to ride in a car," Akashi Hiroto responded in the same way.

"That's good." Uncle Maori nodded and said.

After getting permission, Akashi Hiroto took a deep breath, got up and walked slowly to the kitchen.

He is not addicted to alcohol, and he doesn't even drink much.

But sometimes in order to cook, to satisfy his father's occasional desire to drink, there are still a couple of cans in stock at home.

When he came to the kitchen, Akashi Hiroshi did not rush to take out the beer, but scanned the entire kitchen.

From pots and pans to the cooking stove, to the side washing dishes, the sink for washing vegetables, and even the shelves for seasonings, he also scanned them one by one.

As if to engrave everything in the kitchen deeply in my mind.

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