Nan Ling didn't continue listening to Conan's explanation.
"This is not a mistake." Nan Ling did not speak to Asai Chengmi, but seemed to be talking to himself in the air, "But I am also a doctor, I will not be wrong about the time of death."
"Did you know it then?" Asai Narimi said, half sad and half puzzled, "Why didn't you stop me?"
"Why should I stop you?" Nan Ling asked back.
“I’m killing people.”
"You just said that it was your choice, wasn't it?" Nan Ling's tone was vague, "Never regret your choice, it's meaningless."
Asai Narimi was silent.
"Okay, you can go now." Nan Ling released the hand that was holding his wrist, "Now I'll trouble you to give me a perfect ending."
"how do you know……"
"I guessed it." Nan Ling interrupted him, "It should end the same way it started. Please."
"Aren't you worried that I will run away?" Asai Narimi...or rather, Asai Narimi couldn't understand the person in front of him for a moment.
"That's your choice too." Nan Ling finally turned around and looked at him. "No matter what other people choose, it has nothing to do with me. I just feel a little regretful. Do you understand?"
Asai Chengmi looked into Nan Ling's eyes and finally understood what kind of soul was hidden under the seemingly ordinary appearance of this person in front of him. "You... to you, I am just an actor on the stage - is this kind of relationship?"
"No need to be similar." Nan Ling's eyes were indifferent and cold. "Don't think too much, you are."
He pushed a handful of Ma Chengshi, "So don't waste your time offstage."
Conan's explanation continued, "Those who killed Aso Keiji's family twelve years ago were the former village chief Kameyama who died three years ago, the current village chief Kuroiwa, and the deceased Nishimoto and Kawashima."
"They took advantage of Keiji Aso's overseas tour to smuggle, and when Keiji Aso wanted to quit, they killed him to keep it secret."
"So is all this a revenge by Keiji Aso's son, Aso Shigenori?" asked Officer Megure.
Because Conan had already explained Masanobu's identity before, everyone present also reacted.
Nan Ling looked at Megure who kept asking questions and sighed.
Brother, you are really dedicated.
If you don't want to be a policeman in the future, you can change your career to performing crosstalk and be a supporting role. Would you like to consider it?
The police had just discovered that the suspect had escaped.
"What! Go find it, quick!"
"Hey, Conan!" Nan Ling called out to Conan who was running downstairs from the broadcasting room, "He should be at..."
"——The piano room in the community center, right?" Conan had gotten used to Nan Ling's leisurely attitude. He said as he ran, "I'll go over first, you hurry up too!"
It's pretty smart to deal with this kind of thing.
But...
Nan Ling stopped walking.
"What a beautiful flame." He murmured as he looked at the blazing fire in front of him.
I guess this scene is the same as it was twelve years ago.
Conan has probably already gone in. Is he trying to persuade Masanobu Misaki to give up on suicide?
It was too late, he had already made his choice.
"The flame of revenge burns in my heart..." Nan Ling hummed slowly and softly, "Death and despair are burning around me..."
Haha...it's quite appropriate as the finale of this revenge drama.
"Crash--" As the glass shattered, Conan's small body was thrown out.
"Conan!" Ran Mouri called out worriedly.
"Damn it!" Conan got up from the ground and was about to rush in again, but Nan Ling grabbed his arm.
"No, let me go!"
"Don't be willful." Nan Ling pulled Conan back without much effort and pointed at his ears, "Listen to what he wants to say."
Conan was stunned, and then he heard a strange piano sound coming from the burning house.
His expression was dull, "This is... a code."
The content is - "Thank you, little detective."
"If you understand, don't...ah." Nan Ling was stunned for a moment.
Because the following notes are clearly directed at him, the meaning is -
——"Are you satisfied?"
Nan Ling smiled silently.
"Who are you talking to?" Conan blinked in confusion.
Are you satisfied? What are you satisfied with?
"and who are you?
"That was said to me." Nan Ling's calm voice rang in Conan's ears, "I once told him that I wanted to see him make the 'right' decision."
Conan's expression was complicated. "Then..."
Do you think this is the right decision?
He couldn't ask.
Nan Ling didn't answer either.
The fire was burning fiercely, like fireworks at a summer festival, but except for the crackling of some sparks, the surroundings were still quiet.
"Tragedy..." he muttered.
Asai Narimi ended this tragedy with his own life as a sacrifice, and this dramatic revenge drama finally ended with a kind of broken, self-destructive, fatalistic beauty of transcendence and destruction.
It is so perfect that it can be called art.
Nan Ling looked up, and the bright and dazzling light in the dark night forced him to squint.
——Ah, very satisfied, thank you for letting me see such a wonderful curtain call.
…
"Hey Conan, Dr. Cheng Shi intends to kill someone, so why is he issuing a warning?" Mao Lilan leaned on the railing of the bow and looked at the sea, "Are you really going to challenge your father?"
"...He must be hoping someone can stop him from killing people." Conan was also leaning on the railing nearby. His tone was more of self-persuasion than affirmation.
They had already left Moon Shadow Island and were returning by boat.
"Nan-nii-san." Conan came running over as if he had just thought of something, "When did you say that to Dr. Cheng Shi?"
Nan Ling also sat on the same boat with them. Hearing this, he looked over in confusion, "What sentence?"
"Just the right choice or something."
"Oh, that." Nan Ling's expression remained unchanged, "Just when Mr. Mao Li revealed his identity as the murderer on the radio."
"Then..." Conan looked a little confused, "What do you think?"
"Me?" Nan Ling pointed at himself in surprise.
What happened to this kid? Was he stimulated after the case was over?
"Do you think his choice is correct?"
"Honestly, I don't care." Nan Ling organized his words, "No matter what choice he made, it was not made by others for him. As long as he practices his own justice, it is correct, right?"
"But……"
"He broke the law after all, right?" Nan Ling thought for a moment, "But morally speaking, he did nothing wrong."
Conan showed a look of disapproval.
Nan Ling continued, "It's natural to avenge his father, right? And it seems that the statute of limitations has passed for this case. Those murderers cannot be punished by law, so he can only punish them in his own way."
Conan fell silent, apparently thinking of their previous conversation about Sherlock Holmes.
"It doesn't matter if you don't agree. There is no correct answer to this kind of question." Nan Ling touched Conan's head, "Think about it carefully. After all, you are still young."
Hmm... When will I understand that the world is not black and white?
Nan Ling was a little looking forward to it.