Chapter 1188 Arrest (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

The old woman was right.

Based on her confession alone, it is indeed impossible to prove that Renya Karasuma was hiding in the Yokosuka military base.

but

This was at least a clue, and Sakaki silently kept it in mind.

"that."

Yamamura Cao poked his head halfway through the door, surveyed the atmosphere in the room, and asked weakly:

"Are you done talking?"

After a long struggle, he finally remembered his duty.

yes!

He is a policeman!

Can the police still be afraid of a criminal?

The uniform on his body is his most powerful protection!

There is nothing to be afraid of!

But when he saw the old woman's back, he was instantly frightened.

"After chatting, come in."

Sakaki looked at Ogawa Shigeshi and then at the old woman. He did not identify the prisoner, intending to let them speak for themselves.

What is supposed to come will always come, Ogawa Chengzhi knows it, and so does the old woman.

Before Yamamura asked, Ogawa Narishi, who was already prepared, took the initiative to admit his crime. It was impossible for him to let his 80-year-old grandmother go to jail for him. It was unjustifiable both emotionally and rationally.

As for escaping guilt, it's not like he hasn't thought about it, but now that things have come to a point, he might be able to escape with excuses. What's next?

Will the old woman take the responsibility for him?

When he finally thought about it, he suddenly didn't want to run away.

It doesn't make any sense.

Click!

When the cold handcuffs were placed on him, Ogawa Shigeshi shivered, and his dazed mind suddenly became clearer. He glanced at his grandmother who had her back turned to him with complicated eyes, bowed deeply, and finally walked out of the ward in silence.

"I'm guilty too."

The old woman suddenly said:

"I killed a man."

"who?"

Yamamura Cao quickly turned around and his eyes lit up:

"Time? Place? Name?"

"Fifty years ago, in the deep well behind the old building of Gunma University's Aramaki campus, I killed a man named Ogawa Sakuchi."

"Hmm. Wait, 50 years ago?!"

Yamamura Cao was a little confused. He scratched his head and thought for a while, then suddenly closed the book and said without tears:

"The prosecution period has long passed, and there was no Maebashi Police Station back then. This matter is not my responsibility and I can't do it."

The case 50 years ago can no longer be considered an old case. At that time, Japan was in ruins and was in ruins after the war. Murder and stealing were commonplace, not to mention that the prosecution period for murder in Japan was 20 years. As long as After this period, you will no longer be held accountable.

But there are exceptions.

"Have you committed any other crimes in the past 50 years?"

Yamamura Cao asked:

"Stealing things doesn't count as long as it breaks the law."

".No."

The old woman glanced at him:

"I've only broken the law once in my life."

"Oh, that's okay."

Yamamura Cao shrugged:

"Not to mention whether anyone reported the crime that year, as long as you do not commit a second crime during the prosecution period, the prosecution period will not be refreshed. Now that 50 years have passed, the police will no longer hold you accountable."

"What?!"

The old woman's eyes widened, her anger obvious:

"What kind of broken law is this?! Can I still be forgiven if I kill someone?!"

"Don't scold me"

Yamamura took two steps back and said with a grimace:

"I didn't make the law. It's useless to complain to me. As for whether to forgive or not, you have to go to the family of the deceased for this matter. But I think that after 50 years, the family of the deceased who knew about this matter should not Too much."

This sentence reminded the old woman, and she suddenly fell silent. Yamamura Cao took the opportunity to run away with Ogawa Narishi, and his hurried back looked a little funny.

"what's on your mind?"

Miss Miyano noticed that the old woman was silent in thought and couldn't help but said:

"If you want to make this matter public, I advise you not to."

"Why?"

Raising her head, the old woman looked directly into Miss Miyano's eyes:

"Shouldn't I tell my adopted son about this?"

"It shouldn't be. Of course, I say this from the standpoint of the deceased."

Miss Miyano thought about it for a while:

"Think about it, you shot Xiaochuan Caoji, but he didn't die immediately. Instead, he escaped for a long distance, escaped your pursuit, and survived for a while."

"If he wanted to reveal the prisoner's identity, he could have left a death message for future generations to decipher. What would be the result?"

"Not only did he leave no death message, he didn't even mention your existence. I'm afraid in Ogawa's eyes, he doesn't blame you, and he also knows very well that you will not hurt Mr. Ogawa Yoshio. This is his choice. "

The old woman stopped talking. She didn't know what to say.

Are you grateful?

Are you glad?

Maybe, maybe not.

Her mood was extremely complicated now. After knowing that Xiaochuan Caoji had forgiven her, instead of breathing a sigh of relief, she felt even more guilty.

"I would rather he hate me, scold me, and expose me."

The old woman said quietly:

"His behavior was like putting me on the fire to roast, which made me miserable. If I could go back in time, I would never fire that shot."

“You can’t turn back time, and neither can the dead.”

Miss Miyano hesitated to speak, and finally shook her head and said another way:

"I don't think Mr. Ogawa Yoshio wants you to be the murderer. He is already in his twilight years. After his last wish is fulfilled, he should enjoy his old age. It might be better for you to keep this secret in your heart."

She then looked at her boyfriend:

"Uncle must have thought so too, so he didn't reveal the truth to Ogawa Yoshio."

"Yeah."

Sakaki Makoto nodded gently and walked out the door:

"We should leave now. You can decide the rest."

"Conan and the others haven't woken up yet."

"Oh, right, let's wait a little longer."

At 3 a.m., the breeze blew the white gauze curtains, and the bright moonlight was like silver sand. In the dead silence, Conan slowly opened his eyes and looked around.

Several pairs of bloodshot eyes, as bright as gas lamps, were staring at him straight.

"Oh my god! What are you doing?!"

Conan was so frightened by the scene in front of him that he almost passed out and almost wet his pants:

"Why don't you sleep in the middle of the night and act like a ghost here?!"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Sakaki Makoto threw a few clothes in front of him:

"I'm waiting for you, change your clothes quickly and set off."

"Set off?"

Conan muttered as he put on his shirt:

"Where to go?"

"Time waits for no one, back to Tokyo."

"Has the criminal been caught?"

"He was caught a long time ago, when you were unconscious."

"Oh"

Conan looked a little unhappy with a curled mouth. After all, he didn't help at all this time. He lay in bed for a few hours, and when he woke up, everything was over. He had no sense of participation. How could he be happy!

"That's right!"

Conan was startled and remembered the most critical question:

"Have you found the clues to Karasuma Renya?"