Looking at those eyes, he remembered the words he said when he first met Fengyuan Kiyoshi.

"You look very much like an old friend of mine, she has eyes like you."

He subconsciously reached out and stroked his face, suddenly wondering who the person Fengyuan Kiyoshi said was who looked very similar to him.

Is this person drawn?

"Hey, this painting seems to have been hanging for a long time." Seeing that he had been staring at the painting, Uchikawa Shin came over.

"This painting..." Kiyoshi Toyoto, who was talking to Conan, turned his head and saw the painting, his eyes were a little distracted, as if he was trapped in memories.

After a long time, he continued:

"This is what I drew a long time ago..."

It has been too long since the photo frames have turned yellow and old. Only the outer glass, which is still clean and dust-free, shows the owner's love for this painting.

"The person in the painting is..." asked Mitsuko Kamikawa.

He felt that the person in this painting was probably the wife of Fengyuan Kiyoshi. After all, he hung it in a commonly used study and painted it himself. He didn't wipe the paintings often. In addition to his lover, Shangkawa Shin wanted to let anyone else get this treatment.

Fengyuan Kiyoshi shook his head and did not tell them who the person in the painting meant.

Gong Yu Qingchen stood in front of the painting, and he didn't say anything or ask.

Just looking at the eyes on the painting in silence.

After a long time, he lowered his eyes, covered by his long eye feathers, without any emotion being exposed.

The three of them stayed in the villa for an afternoon and walked around the entire villa until the sun was about to set, then they offered to say goodbye.

According to normal circumstances, Feng Yuanqing would keep guests for dinner, but he had no servants here, so it took a lot of time to prepare dinner for four people. Shangchuan Shun and others naturally had no plans to bother an "old man".

The three of them walked through an intersection, and Gong Yu Qingchen followed Shang Chuan Shun and the others parted.

Looking at Gong Yu Qingchen's back, Conan followed Kawasun and whispered.

"What do you think is the purpose of his visit this time?"

"I guess I want to make trouble in this villa..." Shangchuan Shun put his hands in his pocket, his tone a little careless.

The last time the car bomb was not successful, he probably planned to cause trouble in the other party's house this time.

That afternoon, he had already understood the terrain of the entire villa, let alone Gong Yu Qingchen?

"I think that old man's attitude is very strange." Conan held his chin and couldn't figure out what Kiyoshi Toyoto was thinking.

Although he proposed to visit the villa, he usually just had a casual visit. Fengyuan Kishi almost took them around the entire villa, which made people unable to understand what he was thinking.

"I probably guessed something..."

Huekawa Shin said, but had no intention of explaining.

"Let's go, I'm going home for dinner."

......

The sunset dyed the sky red. Fengyuan Qingsi stood by the window holding the cat, watching the sunset slowly falling.

His hands were stroking the cat's back, and his thoughts were too many and mixed, so there was nothing on his face when it appeared.

It was not until the sun set and the sky began to darken, and his figure disappeared by the window.

It doesn't take long to test the DNA. With the ability of money, Fengyuan Qingshi received the report in the early morning.

The light in the early morning is not bright, especially when the room is pulled with thick curtains, which makes the room look dim.

Fengyuan Qingsi sat on a chair in the study, and a sealed information bag was placed on the table in front of him.

He looked at the report on the table in silence and did not open it immediately.

After investigating for so long, he actually had an answer in his mind.

But even with his psychological quality, he was still a little hesitant when facing the final result, or he was afraid to face the result.

He didn't know how Gong Yu Qingchen got through the past twenty years, and he could also understand a rough idea from the few words he could read from that diary.

He has lived in the base since he was a child. As an experiment in an organization, it is naturally impossible for him to have a normal life.

He had the honor of seeing test subjects from tissues and knew what life the test subjects lived.

They are like human-shaped mice, being kept in captivity, domesticated, losing their own thoughts, and becoming a walking corpse.

They are actually no different from being alive or dead.

But Gong Yu Qingchen is special. He did not lose his thoughts. He is excellent. When he was eighteen, he escaped from the base without help.

It was just that he lived in the base for a long time, and everything he knew from the outside world was through books, which determined the ending of his arrest.

The boy at that time was not as cunning as he is now, and he didn't know how to hide. He left and didn't know where to go.

These memories should have faded away, but with his investigation over the past few days, those long-standing memories have become clearer and clearer, as if they were yesterday.

He remembered that it was winter, with snowflakes falling from the sky, paving the forest into endless white. After taking on a task, he and Gin drove into the deep mountains.

They found the boy who escaped and was sent back directly in the base.

The boy's body is thin and thin, and his skin that is not sunny all year round is even whiter than the snow outside.

He didn't know the age of the boy at that time. He looked like he was fourteen or five years old, so he thought he was fourteen or five years old.

He remembered it very clearly at the time that the boy was huddled in the corner, lowering his head and holding his legs.

The pale lights on the huge base did not give him any sense of security.

The child did not look up at them, or he no longer cared about this after being sent back by his father.

He took him to the place where he once lived in the same way as the organization was.

That yard may be one of his few happy times.

But this place where happiness and memories are stored was destroyed by him.

He used a cold and ruthless attitude to make the villa covered with red blood on that full moon night.

At that time, he saw the boy's scarlet eyes, which seemed to be resentful and ghostly on his thin and pale face.

He thought the boy would go crazy and would come up hysterically to take revenge on them, but he didn't expect that he did nothing and just extinguished the last bit of light in his eyes.

The boy at that time knew he could not defeat it, so he did not do anything futile.

But now, he has left the organization, no better than that at that time.

Hatred never disappears, but will only ferment the fermentation of time and become unforgettable.

He wanted to kill him, and he knew from the time he met at the memorial service.
Chapter completed!