Chapter 183 The Sad Designer

Mao Lilan looked at Nobuhiro uncertainly: "Mr. Asano, if you don't go..."

Nobushige pondered for a few seconds before saying: "Sorry, I suddenly remembered that there are some things that need to be dealt with in Osaka. I will leave it to you, Mr. Mori."

"Ah?" Mouri Kogoro was stunned, and immediately patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I will take good care of the children."

Wait, is there something wrong? It seems that Xiaolan and Conan's guardian was originally him...

Nobushige left the confused Mouri Kogoro and quickly walked to the side of the road and stopped a taxi with his hand.

The main reason why he didn't want to get involved in this case was to weaken the impression of Asano Nobuhige in Hattori Heiji's mind in terms of reasoning, and at the same time force Conan to actively participate in the case as before and eventually find the murderer.

But at the same time, Nobushige didn't want the three people who had not been killed by Sakata Yusuke to die as a result.

Yusuke Sakata was not a vicious villain. His purpose of killing was to avenge his father. If the case back then was still under criminal prosecution, Nobushige believed that he would not have chosen such an extreme method.

Just like Aso, there are countless families of victims in the world who are still holding grudges because of the period of criminal prosecution. The fundamental problem is still the system and system, but people understand the reasons but cannot make changes. After all, there are too many unsolved cases, and the police's power is very limited. As a government, of course it hopes to focus its limited power on those cases that are expected to be solved, rather than looking for the truth for a person who died more than ten years ago.

Nobushige cannot say that Sakata Yusuke's choice was wrong. He could help Aso give up killing because he had new evidence, but he couldn't force himself to persuade Yusuke Sakata to do the same. Because he simply couldn't send the real murderer from many years ago to prison, and he couldn't give Yusuke Sakata justice that was both reasonable and procedural.

So...let Yusuke Sakata send the murderer to the West with his own hands?

But can hatred for the enemy who killed his father really prompt a policeman who has received a systematic education to pick up a butcher's knife and commit such a bloody crime as serial murder?

Nobushige believed that the pain and injustice of the year had dissipated when he strangled the first person, and what supported Sakata Yusuke to continue killing had long since become an obsession. He was like a blindfolded donkey being driven by a whip, constantly moving forward on the dark road, but in the end he just walked around the millstone endlessly.

Did he really want to kill someone?

I'm afraid not.

For Yusuke Sakata, who holds three lives in his hands, perhaps he can no longer control and forgive himself for who he is now.

…

"Really, I actually asked her to run away."

Hattori Heiji returned to the escort vehicle a little dejectedly.

He was obviously very disappointed to have missed a witness who might have been able to provide key clues to the police.

Conan wasn't much better, but he still noticed Nobushige's disappearance with sharp eyes: "Where's Brother Asano?"

"He said that he had some things to deal with in Osaka and left first." Kogoro Mori said with emotion, "As expected of an entrepreneur, he never forgets his work even when he travels to Osaka."

Mao Lilan wondered: "But the music classroom is already on track, and Mr. Asano doesn't seem to have any other industries. What will he be busy with?"

"As a young man, maybe he has a girlfriend. What about Matsumoto last time? Is she in Osaka?"

"Dad, you are talking nonsense again. Didn't Mr. Asano explain everything? Miss Sachiko and him are just friends and work partners."

Hattori Heiji snickered beside him.

He thought he could see clearly and lamented that Mao Lilan was kept in the dark and did not realize that she was Kudo Shinichi's girlfriend.

Conan sneezed loudly, and Mao Lilan quickly helped him wrap his clothes tightly: "The wind in Osaka is a bit strong today, so don't catch a cold."

…

Outside a crowded low-cost apartment in Osaka, a taxi stopped outside the gate, and then a well-dressed young man got out of the back seat. After politely bidding farewell to the driver, he looked at the name of the apartment and then walked into the building.

"Ding dong!"

As the ringing sound of the doorbell echoed in the corridor, Sumie Okazaki in the room shivered all over. There was a look of horror on her face, and her hands holding the corners of her clothes were trembling.

"Ding dong!"

The doorbell rang again.

Okazaki Sumie stood up shakily, moved to the door at a speed not much faster than a sloth, and looked out through the peephole.

The world of Maoyan is deformed, but even so, the temperament and appearance of the person outside the door are still outstanding, which inexplicably calms Okazaki Sumie's originally nervous mood.

She took a deep breath and reached out to push open the door.

The figure of the man appeared clearly in front of her eyes, and he smiled gently at her: "Ms. Okazaki, I am Asano Nobushige, the person in charge of Lufeng Music Classroom, and I would like your help in designing a LOGO."

"Designing a LOGO?" Okazaki Sumie was stunned, "I'm sorry it's not my working time now..."

Sumie Okazaki is indeed a graphic designer, but the studio she works for is very small, and she herself is not well-known. Why do customers come to her residence? And, how on earth did this person know where she lived?

After being rejected, Xinfan did not leave, but handed over his business card: "I know it is rude to come to bother you when you are resting, but it's just that Lufeng Music Classroom has been open for so long without officially confirming the logo, which makes me very distressed. Please also listen to my thoughts, even if you just give me some advice, it will be of great help to me.”

"But there are so many designers who are better than me, so you can definitely find someone else."

Nobuhiro said sincerely: "There may be many designers more successful than you, but I'm afraid you are the only one who can touch the feeling I want. Before that, I had not been able to confirm the LOGO plan until I saw you online. Posted pictures of your work. I know your design style is what I want.”

"My style..." The long-awaited compliment touched this humble little designer, and she hesitated.

"I specifically called the studio where you work, but they said you had resigned."

"Ah..." Okazaki Sumie suddenly realized, "So you asked my colleagues about my residence?"

Nobuhiro, who had never considered this method at all, nodded happily: "Yes. So please help me."

Sumie Okazaki quickly made way for the door, with a happy and satisfied smile on her face: "Please come in quickly and let me hear your request. Oh, although I don't know if I can design a work that satisfies you. "

For a frustrated designer, it is a very happy thing to have his works and ideas accepted and supported by others. Even though she was still in a situation where she could be killed at any time, Okazaki Sumie could not refuse Nobushige's request.