Volume 1 Beginning Chapter 78 No one can drive me crazy as long as I go crazy first
Nan Ling watched Conan leave to look for evidence, and quietly approached the curator.
"Mr. Curator?"
The gray-bearded curator turned his head and said in surprise: "Ah... who are you?"
"My name is Nan Ling." Nan Ling smiled harmlessly, "I'm a friend of Mr. Mao Li."
He looked at Kubota not far away with a normal look, and said nonchalantly: "I'm just a little curious about your motive for committing the crime, so I came over to ask."
——!
The curator was shocked.
There is clearly no evidence pointing to him at the moment, so how could this young man... ?
However, his years of training allowed him to remain calm: "Why do you think I'm the murderer? You need evidence to prove your point."
Nan Ling tilted his head and looked at the curator who was smiling kindly, "Don't be nervous. I didn't intend to arrest you. Of course, I don't have any evidence."
His attitude remained calm, not like he was talking to a murderer at all: "I'm just curious, Director, can you tell me?"
"I'd like to hear your reasoning first." The curator said without missing a word.
"Really?" Nan Ling smiled with an ambiguous tone, "Then listen carefully--"
He blinked mysteriously.
The curator showed a puzzled look.
"--My guess."
Nan Ling smiled as if he had succeeded in playing a prank.
Metaphysical detective stories are so cool.
No, should we say scientific reasoning?
In short, solving the case depends entirely on guessing.
"Oh, no, shouldn't I be more sincere? After all, I was the one who came over and insisted on listening to the story." Nan Ling coughed lightly and decided to make up a reason that sounded very confusing.
“Have you ever heard of profiling?”
The old curator had obviously never heard of this term, so he looked at Nan Ling with a confused look on his face.
Hmm, how do you explain this?
Nan Ling pinched his chin and thought about it.
Although he actually doesn't know how to profile, it doesn't stop him from using it to deceive people.
"Profiling is... I imagine myself as the murderer, and then imagine what the murderer would do. It is a crime-solving technique based on empathy."
Nan Ling lied.
He knew that profiling could never be so simple and mysterious, but... the curator didn't understand it anyway.
Then he repeated the reasoning he had given to Conan.
Of course, he didn't mention any theories like "the most suspicious person is definitely not the murderer", otherwise people would probably think he was a lunatic who had read too many mystery novels.
"You mean to say that you put yourself in the shoes of the murderer?" the curator said slowly, "Won't that be a psychological problem?"
People become more cunning as they get older. How come they are so hard to deceive?
Is it really because I have no evidence?
However, this question is still easy to answer.
"As long as I go crazy first, no one can drive me crazy." Nan Ling answered very naturally.
curator:"???"
"Just kidding." Nan Ling put away the happy expression on his face and said seriously, "I really like the crime scene you arranged. It has both artistic and ceremonial senses. The only flaw is that it lacks a bit of beauty."
He turned around and glanced at the corpse with a bit of disgust, "But this person is also quite ugly. It's the problem of the raw materials. It's not your fault."
The curator didn't know how to react to this for a moment.
Isn't it a bit too calm for this person to be able to judge the appearance of a dead body as if nothing had happened?
and……
Your worldview is totally wrong! I'm the murderer, why do you seem more dangerous than me?
It sounds like he at least started out as a serial killer!
Plus the profile that Nan Ling just said, which was the part that brought the murderer into his mind...
Could it be that this guy has gone crazy because there are too many crazy people profiled?
"Don't show that expression." Nan Ling was a little helpless, "I'm mentally normal, I don't have any weird interests."
My hobby is obviously to slack off.
Oh, maybe I also like performing surgery a little bit...but that's also about saving lives.
He doesn't really have any particular interest in breaking the law, really.
If it weren't for the organization - especially Gin who kept squeezing him...
Nan Ling sighed like a social animal.
"Since you don't want to say it , let me guess?" Nan Ling looked at the curator who remained silent and started talking to himself.
"The scene was imitating 'divine punishment', so the deceased must have done something that you consider evil?"
Nan Ling looked at the painting hanging quietly on the wall again without any emotion: "You think you are punishing evil on behalf of God, but in the end you turn your back on light. I wonder if it's worth it?"
The curator remained silent for a moment.
Nan Ling didn't say anything else.
"...You are right, young man." The curator sighed and spoke slowly, "Although the demon was killed by the knight of justice, he was also baptized by the blood of evil."
The curator looked at the knight in the painting, who was covered in dark red blood, and his eyes were complicated under his gray eyebrows: "This means that he himself has also been contaminated by the devil."
"Oh, you are so miserable." Nan Ling ignored the old man's sigh and nodded coldly at him, "So what's the motive?"
curator:"……"
Please let me finish my confession!
The atmosphere is ruined by your questions!
"It's because he bought this art gallery." The curator decided not to hide it anymore. "He clearly promised to let me continue to run it... but after buying it, he changed his mind and said he wanted to turn it into a hotel."
"I consider those works of art to be my children, and he wants to sell them all!"
The curator became more and more agitated and his voice became louder and louder.
Megure and Maori were already walking towards this side curiously.
"...Because of his selfishness, he is going to destroy this sacred art museum." The curator sighed.
"All the props and the angles of placement on the scene were also specially set by you, right?" Nan Ling looked at the crowd that was gradually gathering around him and raised his voice a little.
The sound of discussion had gradually begun to sound around them, and the employees' eyes towards the director began to waver.
"That's right." The curator's words seemed to confirm something. "I have carefully calculated everything. I have practiced here several times."
"Oh, that rumor about 'medieval armor that can walk', right?" Nan Ling nodded absentmindedly.
To be honest, he lost interest a bit after he knew the motive.
Ordinary motives are not fun at all.
"What!" Maori Kogoro's loud voice rang out, "You are the murderer?"
Inspector Megure also took out his notebook with a look of shock on his face to take notes.
Nan Ling felt that there would probably be no further development in this case, and he had no interest in the curator's surrender.
He wanted to find out where Conan was now.
...Before, he really just wanted to ask about the motive, but he didn't expect to be asked directly about surrendering.
Oh, I wonder if Conan will be a little dumbfounded when he comes back after working so hard to find evidence?
