Only Drugs Were Unforgivable

"Alright!"

Katis couldn't stand it anymore and pulled his agent behind him, saying, "I can go with you, but you have to tell me who I'm going to see."

"He's just a little brother."

Fujino said calmly, "That kid is in the room where you just turned on the light... By the way, he's a huge fan of yours."

"It turns out it was just to meet the fans once..."

Katis breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "I understand. After seeing that child, we can leave, right?"

"Of course."

Hattori Heiji chimed in, "You're free to leave whenever you want."

"Um."

Fujino nodded in agreement.

He wasn't entirely sure if he could just leave freely.

Let's see if you'll end up in jail and eat prison food.

"Oh my gosh!"

Ray Curtis went up the stairs and immediately saw the doorway, where a mechanism made of a mop and a door panel was used. He exclaimed in surprise, "Who did this?!"

"Have you already forgotten the method of murder you committed yourself?"

Just then, a sound suddenly came from behind.

Cartis turned around and saw a soccer ball being kicked down from upstairs, hitting a wall with a crater, and then bouncing onto a mechanism in the room behind him, turning on the room's lights.

And at the bottom of the stairs on the side.

Two teenagers, one with fair skin and the other with dark skin, dressed in black suits, were eavesdropping from a corner.

"Here we go."

Hattori Heiji eavesdropped on Conan's deduction upstairs. "I wonder what choice he will make."

"Then no one will know."

Fujino shook his head slightly. "After all, it's ultimately up to him to make the choice."

'Kudo, you must make the right choice.'

Hattori Heiji looked up, a hopeful look in his eyes, even though he didn't know what to do or what the right option was.

But he still looks forward to Kudo Shinichi's choice.

'I originally wanted to prove your innocence, but the more I investigated, the more it proved you were the murderer.'

"Your shoes are crucial evidence; when a revolver is fired, the smoke spreads in all directions."

Conan lowered his head, holding the soccer ball, and pleaded in an almost begging tone, "Ray, please turn yourself in, I'm begging you."

"Sorry, this is the only thing I can't do."

Ray Curtis shrugged helplessly. "If I get arrested, my fans and my family will be very sad."

As he spoke, he turned around and continued, "I will take your advice, clean my shoes, and then avoid the police..."

"Thunder!"

Conan turned around and kicked the soccer ball hard at Ray Curtis: "Do you think I'm the only one who saw through this?"

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, Ray Curtis collapsed to the ground.

"Whether it's me, Fujino, or Hattori, they all saw through this."

Conan narrowed his eyes and stepped forward. "They gave me the chance to deduce the truth, just so I could... never mind!"

Taking a deep breath, Conan calmed himself down and looked down at Ray Curtis: "Besides all this, there must be something else you're hiding from me. Just a child's kick to the ball, and you, as the impregnable wall of Europe, couldn't even stop that kick?!"

"How exactly did you find out?"

Katis sat on the ground and looked up at Conan: "My body is almost ruined by heroin."

"Your actions and various behaviors have already given you away... When you experience withdrawal symptoms during the injection phase, you usually experience muscle and joint pain... You previously covered your knees because of the pain, but you described it as an old injury you had before."

Conan looked at Ray Curtis with disappointment. "Could it be that the reporter's report was all true? Your outstanding performance was all achieved through drugs...?"

"No, I started after that incident."

Ray Curtis sighed, "That report dealt a huge blow to my wife, ultimately causing her to suffer from depression and take her own life..."

He lowered his head and continued in a deep voice, "So, I wanted to kill him to get revenge. I did this to make him suspicious, which is why I started... and then lured him to my Wagatsuma's hometown, Japan... and secretly told him that I had evidence of Katis's drug use that I wanted to sell."

As he spoke, he covered his head. "In the end, the root of the problem is that I can't accept her departure, so I chose to use this to suppress my pain..."

"Cartis, no matter how painful or sad things are, drug use and murder are always against the rules."

Conan, hands in his pockets, looked at Curtis with a complicated expression and said in English, "So, you have to accept a red card..."

"Yes."

Ray Curtis sighed and replied in English, "I really shouldn't go back to the field. Even if I did, given my current condition, there's no place for me there. Continuing would only be an insult to my past self."

"I will turn myself in."

As he spoke, Ray Curtis stood up. "For my wife, and for fans like you."

"It seems he has made his choice."

Hattori Heiji leaned against the stairs, closed his eyes, and murmured something.

He didn't know if this choice was right or wrong, but from a detective's perspective, it was indeed the right one.

But...

"A very good choice."

Fujino raised his head slightly. "A drug addict like him, who has reached the point of injection, cannot possibly quit drugs on his own. Only by going to jail and undergoing rehabilitation can he quit drugs. If he continues to use drugs, he will probably die soon..."

"Yes."

Hattori Heiji nodded. "I guess he thinks so too."

Heroin is an addictive substance that cannot be quit through conventional withdrawal methods.

Perhaps only prison can help them kick their drug addiction.

"You..."

Ray Curtis walked downstairs and noticed the two of them.

"..."

Hattori Heiji kept his eyes closed and did not reply.

"The biggest mistake you made was taking drugs."

Fujino then looked up at Laikatis and said, "Try to kick your drug addiction in prison. Don't let that kid down. The environment in Japan prisons is quite good."

"I see."

Ray Curtis bowed slightly to the two men, then turned and left.

"..."

Fujino watched the other person's departing figure, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

Conan's actions this time were acceptable; from both a humanistic and moral perspective, there were few major problems.

If it were him, he would have done the same.

If he hadn't been using drugs, he might have personally taken action to eliminate a menace for the other party.

He believed that killing someone to avenge his wife was morally understandable.

But the one thing that cannot be forgiven, cannot be undone, is drugs.

It is stained with the most twisted evil in the world.

That money will become bullets that take the lives of innocent people.

The drugs produced will take away families with children.

It can be said that every gram of drugs is stained with the blood of countless police officers and countless innocent people.

This is the only point on which he, as a Chinese, could never empathize.