[Detective Conan] One, Two, Three, Statue

"You useless piece of trash!" the first child shouted at his older brother. "Murderer!" the second child pointed at Matsuda. "Sickly weakling!" the third child shoved me to the ground. Updates whenever inspiration strikes Related stories: Hiromitsu Morofushi's story, "42-7, 2-chome East Beika" (Complete) Kenji Hagiwara's story, "The World Is a Great Big Cheese" (Complete) Jinpei Matsuda's story, "One, Two, Three, Statue!" (Ongoing) "Children, just one is enough." That was something Grandma often said at home, and Mom and Dad would always smile and nod along. Whenever this came up, my older brother, curled up on the rug beside the sofa, could only manage a pitiful, forced smile, as if he were about to cry. Even after the adults had left and only the two of us brothers were left in the living room, he never did anything like show resentment, complain, or cry about it. I always knew that in this family, my brother cared about me more than anyone else. Theme: Imitation might be a way of showing love, too.