Chapter 951 Curacao: Willing to Be Your Sword and Help You Overcome Obstacles

Regardless of whether Yada Makoto can accept it or not, Kudo Shinichi must tell him the truth a year late.

It turns out that the real reason why the village chief of Hihara had to drag his wife to die was not because he suffered from cancer, but because he found out that his wife had cheated on him, and even Hihara Daiki was not his child.

In anger, the Japanese village chief chose such an irrational path. In order to preserve his reputation, he used his hammer throwing experience to create the illusion that it was impossible to commit a crime, pretending to be a robber, break into a house, rob, and kill people.

Kudo Shinichi investigated the truth a year ago and helped the police find evidence. He once asked the police not to tell the truth to the villagers of Higashiokusui Village, but he specifically told him not to hide it from Yada Makoto. It's a pity that Makoto Yada was immersed in the shock of his adoptive father's murder and failed to listen to what the police said.

"So what's going on with his face?" Hattori Heiji asked curiously.

"Do you want to explain yourself?" Kudo Shinichi looked at Yada Makoto.

It turned out that all the hatred was just his own imagination. Yada Makoto laughed at himself: "What have I been insisting on this year? I had plastic surgery, collected all the information about Kudo Shinichi, and even used despicable means like killing people. method, but in the end it was all in vain!”

"Plastic surgery?!" Hattori Heiji gasped.

He, who was born to look similar to Kudo, really couldn't understand that there were people who would change their appearance to look like Kudo just for revenge.

"What about you?" Hattori Heiji asked again, "Why are you dressed like this?"

Kudo Shinichi looked at his furry clothes and said helplessly: "Actually, the legend of the Death God is a lie from the beginning to the end. The original Death God was Yada Makoto's missing father, and later Makoto also inherited it. After learning the identity of their father, the God of Death, their purpose was to prevent the children in the village from playing in the forest at night.

"I knew about this a year ago. This time, Makoto imprisoned me in the mountain hut of Shinigami. When I used the skylight to escape, I forgot about my current body shape. I accidentally fell into the water and my clothes were all soaked. I had no choice but to change into the clothes of the God of Death."

Mao Lilan frowned: "Forgot your current body shape? But I don't think Shinichi's body shape has changed..."

Kudo Shinichi's face suddenly stiffened. He smiled awkwardly and explained, "Oh, really, I thought I had grown a lot during this period. It seems to be my illusion."

"Really?" Mao Lilan looked at Kudo Shinichi suspiciously.

Kudo Shinichi quickly changed the subject: "But how did you guess Makoto's identity, Hattori?"

"Me." Hattori Heiji said with a chuckle, "Because I saw Mr. Asano and Shinigami walking out of the hotel together in the morning. Isn't it obvious who is the real Shinigami?"

Mao Lilan, who was successfully diverted, curled her lips in disapproval: "Since you rested at Mr. Asano's place last night, why didn't you know how to change your clothes?"

Nobushige explained: "He probably didn't want to attract the attention of the villagers before decrypting it, but he didn't expect that Hattori would still see it."

"Hey, is Heiji so sharp?"

"Please, what do you mean by these words? What do you mean by the original!"

The atmosphere on Nobushige's side was very sunny, but in contrast, the atmosphere on the other side with Makoto Yata as the center was much darker.

Yada Makoto covered his eyes and sat on his knees, whimpering sounds coming from his fingers. Although he had not yet made an irreversible mistake that he would regret for the rest of his life, the tragedy caused by such an unfortunate accident still destroyed his life.

Kudo Shinichi's face may become a lifelong nightmare for Yata Makoto.

…

On the top floor of an office building in Osaka, in front of a 180-degree floor-to-ceiling window, an old man with a slightly stooped body sat on a leather sofa, holding a glass of alcoholic drink as red as blood in his hand.

Behind him stood a tall young man. He has short, dry and smooth hair, with some slight curls, but the owner has taken care of it so that it is docile and falls steadily on his forehead. He lowered his eyebrows and looked quiet, but his expression was indifferent, showing a sense of aloofness and being uninterested in anything.

"Didn't that person say anything?" Rum asked casually, shaking the glass.

"No."

Hearing this, Rum drank all the wine in the glass and said with emotion: "In order to study the method of making people immortal, I am afraid that he has no intention of paying attention to other things. In this case, you just put the latest experiments of the scientific research team Show him the results."

"Yes." Curacao agreed, picked up the wine bottle and added another glass of rum.

Rum glanced at him: "Aren't you curious why I asked you to do this?"

Curacao gently rotated the wine bottle, and the wine broke perfectly at the mouth of the bottle: "After Tequila died, you sent Bourbon to Japan to investigate mezcal. After Pisk died, you and your husband stopped the mezcal. All the work of Skarr. But this time after Bourbon executed Ireland, he was still able to function normally. You are worried that your husband will have objections to this."

"Hahaha." Rum said with a hearty laugh, "As expected of you, Curaçao, the key here is clear without me saying anything. Just remember, what I am really worried about is that person. Total laissez-faire.”

Curacao was stunned: "Then why are you still..."

"His intentions have always been clear, otherwise he wouldn't have asked mezcal and gin to do unworthy things while I was in Japan. But..." Rum raised his glass to smell the aroma, showing his enjoyment. The look on his face, but soon turned into disdain, "But the importance he attaches to the scientific research team is not just a show for a day or two. He will be interested in those things, so just give them to him."

So Curacao stopped asking any more questions and bowed respectfully: "Yes."

Rum put down his wine glass, turned around and walked to the bookcase next to him, took out a folder and handed it to Curacao.

Curacao took the folder and looked at the words on the label with confusion. After seeing what was written on it, the confusion in his eyes became more obvious.

This is a complete archival material, and it should be the identity created for him by the organization through special channels. But he has almost never left Rum's side for so many years. Is it finally time for him to take action?

"Curaçao." Rum called with emotion, "We have been dormant for seventeen years, and it's time to start fighting back. Go, child, and open up a path to the new world for me."

"Yes." Curacao knelt down on one knee, put his right hand flat on his chest, and swore devoutly, "I am willing to be your sword and cut through the thorns for you!"