Conan POV
Now I get it... But
It's a sad story..
I look at Heiji and he is shaking his head.
"Let's not." He says with a sigh and walks out the door.
But was there no note in the apartment where the girl was hanging..?
I walk back up with Heiji .
Searching the apartment.
Nothing.
Ugh this smell. Smells like an alcoholic drink.
"Gin,"
My eyes widen as I turn at Heiji.
He was holding a silver knife.
Of course, Gin means silver...
"Vodka."
That dark-skinned Osaka guy...
"The smell... It smells like vodka. Don't cha think so kiddo?" He chuckles.
How does this guy know how Vodka smells like...?
But Vodka is not the only smell...
Lemon..
The kitchen!!
I run to the kitchen.
Seared scallops with lemon .
There was a vodka bottle open.
The lemon is cuted nicely in small circles.. The food was cold and they were another silver knife..
What?!?
This... This knife...
This is the knife that lost the small bit!
But how!?
He was stabbed downstairs and the knife is up here! Makes no sense!!
Hold on..
She couldn't be trying to blame the dead girl hanging?!
I look at the suspects.
" I got it figured out " I said with a smirk on my face.
"Haa? Didn't we already do that?" Heiji looked confused.
"We only figured out why she committeed suicide and about the suspects. But not how." Heiji think for a while..
"Oh! Now I got ya!" Heiji smirks.
"What an troublesome lady." He continues.
~Time skip by Kazuha-Chan!~
"Come on hurry up! I got nothing to do with this!"
The Lady who had the stabbed boy in her apartment whined.
"Please hold on a bit longer.." Tagaki says.
"There is no need." Heiji said.
Megure and Takagi looks confused at Heiji.
"Aren't you the Lady who are their mother?" I smiled.
"you know, stabbing your son is awful. " I looked at her . Serious.
Her eyes widen.
"Wh-What are you saying boy?"
She looked at me.
"Why don't you tell them... Mitsuki-san?"
The old lady looked surprised at Mitsuki.
"Mitsuki Nikos. Your child almost died because of you! One of them are already dead!"
She fell on her knees.
" He...He wouldn't give me money!! I needed it... I needed it for my operation but he... He didn't listen!"
Flashback
"Please! Please give me money..." Mitsuki begged over and over again.
The boy turns to her.
"You want me.. To give you money? Don't you have money yourself?! You always buy stuff too yourself!!
And now you need more?! If you didn't buy so much jewelry, Onee-chan and I Would be in high school noW! Working! Trg'ng to make our dreams come true! And noW you Want money for an operation?!
Don't you care about your children at all?! No! I Won't give you money! Leave my apartment!" He said as he turned around.
Mitsuki pulled out a knife and stabbed him in the back.
Flashback ends.
She cries for a While.
"Onee-chan! !Okaasan!!"
From far distance , We heard a male voice.
It was him!
The boy who got stabbed!
"okaasan where is onee-chan?!"
She points at his sister's apartment.
He runs up the stairs. "Onee-chan , Onee-chan!! I am home! I am bac--....." His eyes
Widen.
Staring at the hanging body of his lovely sister.
"M-Mayu...?" He starts crying..
"MAYUUUUUU!!!!!!"
His scream echoed trough our ears. We look doWn. why she committeed suicide was cause...
She didn't Want to let her brother save money for high school to her..
She only wanted her brother, to fullill his dream.. To be an actor like his sister always dreamed about
He cried.. On his knees on the metallic floor.. His tears didn't stop. He loved his baby sister.
The one.. who he cared about and was everything he had..
The police handcuffs Mitsuki and takes the old lady for talking.
As for the boy...
We gave him some minutes...
To see his sister for the last time...
Megure walked to me and Heiji.
" But what about the silver knife? "
I smiled , looking at the apartment door .
"She Wanted to get some groceries from him for the food , but the broken iron from the knife Was there long before he got stabbed" I smiled softly.
"She cared about him. And gave up her life to make her brother fulfill his Wish."
The tears and sobs Was heard loud and clear...
To his mother...
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