The Grammatical Investigator in Conan

At the back door of Marunden's mansion, Qin Zhibo caught up with Akutsu Makoto, who was trying to sneak away quietly.

Originally, Qin Zhibo thought that Ajiuzincheng had quietly taken away the dragon-shaped carving used for mortgage while the police were not paying attention, so he sneaked away at this time.

After catching up with Ajiuzincheng, Qin Zhibo discovered that Ajiuzincheng had not taken away the carving.

Then why are you running? Qin Zhibo asked in confusion.

I Akutsu Makoto hesitated, I just don't want to talk about my father.

Ajiu Jincheng looked embarrassed, but this strengthened Qin Zhibo's determination to explore what was going on.

Mr. Akutsu, we have made an agreement before. I will help you get rid of suspicion, and you will tell me about your father.

Don't worry, I'm not working for anyone, I just want to know something about Mr. Akutsu Masaki for my own personal reasons.

Especially about the sleeping Poseidon.

Hearing this, Akutsu Makoto's eyes suddenly widened like bells, as if some special memory had been evoked.

At this moment, Conan, who was running too fast and failed to brake, suddenly jumped out from the door.

Conan the Worker?

How did you come?

Conan grinned slightly and raised his wallet.

Seeing Conan holding his wallet, Qin Zhibo took the wallet back, then opened the wallet and counted the banknotes inside.

Conan: .

After counting the banknotes, there was no missing one. Qin Zhibo put his wallet into his pocket again, said a simple thank you, and left with his arm on Akujin Cheng's shoulder.

Although Conan was a little hurt by Qin Zhibo's action of counting money, he still wrote down some of the information he heard when he ran to the corner of the back door just now.

Sleeping Poseidon...?

After leaving Marunden's residence, Qin Zhibo and Akutsu Makoto came to Akutsu Makoto's sculpture studio.

All the students in the studio had left. Ajiu Jincheng took out his key and opened the door, and invited Qin Zhibo inside.

When the two sat down, Akutsu Makoto, who had been silent all the way, finally started to speak.

My father is a great artist and the soul of modern Japanese sculpture.

My father devoted his whole life to the cause of sculpture. This spirit also infected me and prompted me to become a sculptor now.

Of course, when it comes to carving, I'm far less talented and creative than my father. So far, I'm just imitating my father's carving style.

But since that serious illness, everything has changed.

Qin Zhibo moved the chair a little closer, because Ajiu Jincheng's voice became smaller and smaller.

I think that day was probably March 25, 1980. There was a slight earthquake in the morning. As usual, I went to the sculpture room later than my father.

But when I arrived, I found my father bleeding from his mouth and nose and passed out on the ground.

I rushed my father to the hospital. After the doctor's diagnosis, he said that my father had a strange fever and scurvy, which was very popular on ancient sea ships.

During the time when he was ill, my father was sometimes unconscious, sometimes yelling, and talking nonsense, saying weird things like there was a giant monster.

After half a month of treatment, after the symptoms of fever and scurvy completely subsided, I took my father back home.

But since returning home, my father has locked himself in the studio every day, working alone on a certain sculpture.

“That carving is different from my father’s carving style in the past;

Having said this, Akutsu Makoto showed a puzzled expression on his face and narrowed his eyes slightly, as if recalling the long-buried memory.

It seems to be some kind of very abstract creature, but it's hard for me to tell what kind of creature it is. My father never told me what it was specifically. He only said that the statue was called the 'Sleeping Poseidon'.

Anyway, after the statue was completed, my father placed the statue in a shrine and worshiped it every day.

Later, my father's mental and physical condition became worse and worse, and he could no longer stay at home, so the family decided to send him to Qingshan Mental Hospital.

In the first few months before leaving the statue, my father was very manic, but after treatment by a psychiatrist, he gradually calmed down.

But every time his family visited, he would ask how the statue at home was doing.

My father's delusions lasted for about ten years, and it was not until five years ago that he stopped talking about the statue.

The normal condition continued for another year. In order to test whether he could be discharged from the hospital, the doctor decided to do a test and asked the family to bring the statue over to see if my father still had any strange assumptions about the statue.

“At that time, I remember that there was a new writer who claimed to be here to collect materials and was watching.”

Originally, the test went well. Even if the statue was placed in front of my father, my father had no desire to visit it.

“But it wasn’t until that damn writer pointed his camera at the statue that my dad snapped.”

Father frantically pushed down and beat the writer, cursing him for being so rude to God.

From then on, my father started talking nonsense every day, and he died not long after.

After finishing talking about Akutsu Masaki, Qin Zhibo also understood why Akutsu Makoto didn't want to mention these things.

Because for Akutsu Makoto, these are painful experiences that he doesn’t want to recall again.

There are two diseases in the world, which torture the family more than the patient himself.

One is a vegetative state, and the family members have to endure the cycle of hope and loss for an unknown amount of time every day.

One is mental illness, where family members cannot understand and cannot help the patient, and can only fall into helplessness and self-doubt.

Qin Zhibo patted Ajiu Jincheng's shoulder comfortingly, and then asked: Can I take a look at that statue?

Yes, yes, but I put it in the back of the warehouse. You have to wait for a while.

It doesn't matter, I can wait.

Under Qin Zhibo's gaze, Ajiu Jincheng left.

When he came back again, Akutsu Makoto held a huge object wrapped in bubble paper in his arms.

The layers of dusty foam paper were peeled away, revealing the true identity of the objects inside.

This is some kind of strange creature in a humanoid form sitting huddled on the ashlar pedestal below. This creature has a swollen body and a chaotic outline. The only thing that is obvious is the completely sick wings on its back.

As for its head, it is as vague and abstract as a ball of kneaded plasticine.

Qin Zhibo indeed saw the investigation point on this statue.

【Survey√】

【This is a statue of Heavenly Father】

[That is, in one thing, you know the heaven and the gods, and you create the element of death]

[If you worship sincerely, everyone can become the Sun and Heaven, everyone can be the Sun God, and everyone can be fatal and connect to the Yuan]

[That is, if it is not the case, then if you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening]

The description in the investigation note was weird, but Qin Zhibo probably understood what it meant.

Are you asking me to pay homage to this foreign Bodhisattva?