The sixth man of Conan's police academy

Chapter 317 I should be very happy ten years from now, right?
January 01th is the first day of the winter vacation in Japan this year, and it is also an ordinary Sunday.

But during this time when snow was supposed to be falling, the sky was not beautiful and it began to drizzle.

The case that was supposed to be solved in Ibaraki Prefecture ended up holding a press conference in Tokyo.What was originally an ordinary criminal case involved many issues, so much so that for a whole week, the police officers from the Metropolitan Police Department's Investigation Section [-], Forced Offenses Section [-], traveled to two places.

The law enforcement officers involved behind the scenes forced the Metropolitan Police Department to set up a special task force. Even the detective Takashi Onizawa who investigated the case did not expect that the situation would be so serious as to be so ridiculous.

"Even God can't see through it, so the weather forecast that was supposed to snow turned into rain." Hayasaka Yuna held a glass of warm milk and looked out the window at the gray sky. There was no trace of the detection of the case on her face. Instead of feeling happy, I felt extremely heavy.

She became a police officer because she admired the police, and she has always believed that the police exist to maintain justice.But this case made her understand that her original idea was too simple...Police are also human beings, and some people will contract an incurable disease called "greed" and gradually become "devils" that everyone is afraid of.

Takagi Wataru, who had stubble on his chin after a busy week, rubbed his sore eyes, sighed and said, "Yeah, I don't know if it will be sunny again?"

Sato Miwako unexpectedly glanced at Takagi who said such profound words. She smiled and slapped the document in her hand on his head. Her character was still so optimistic: "Of course it can clear up. As long as we are here, it will be fine." There will be no sunny days.”

Takagi Wataru blushed slightly and lowered his head. He rubbed the area where Miwako had patted him and felt warm in his heart... Could this be considered Officer Sato comforting me?
"Speaking of which, we didn't have the chance to go to the press conference. Officer Megure is really stingy." Hayasaka Yuna muttered dissatisfied.

"Huh? Sister Hayasaka, you don't want to become a celebrity in the police circle like Onizawa Police Department, do you?" Miwako Sato did not miss any opportunity to tease, and said with a evil smile.

"What sister? I'm older than you, Miwako!" Hayasaka Yuna drank all the milk in the cup and frowned: "I just feel that the limelight has been taken away by that guy, which is very unpleasant!"

"Ah!"

"Brother Onizawa, you must have a cold, right?"

Ritsu Sasashima, who was in the lounge backstage of the lecture hall, was rubbing the tip of his itchy nose. His body had long since eliminated the possibility of colds and other diseases. This was also thanks to the ATPX4869, which was not a successful product, so his sneezing was probably caused by it. Someone is scolding themselves.

"No, my nose is rather sensitive. It must be because the air here is not very circulated."

Ritsu Sasashima looked at himself in the mirror wearing a black suit. Today's suit was more formal than before. It was the same suit he wore when he visited his grave last year. He really didn't expect to be able to use it again.

Thinking about what he was going to say, his heart became heavy.

It's more complicated than heavy.Because he is now a policeman as an undercover agent, he is not a pure policeman.

I just try my best to play the role of a criminal police officer, and just try to climb up as fast as possible... an undercover agent who provides more benefits to the organization.

But there must be some selfish motives hidden in it. Who knew that when he discovered the charm of the police, he was already deep in the quagmire of darkness and had no way to escape.

It would have been nice if I could have served in the Metropolitan Police for a little longer seven years ago, but it's a pity that if doesn't exist in this world.

It was only at this time that Megure Thirteen felt that Onizawa Takashi was a young man in his 20s. After all, his ability to handle cases was really strong. If this incident was placed in the hands of others, I am afraid that it would only be possible to investigate clearly. The ins and outs will take a month.

No, most of the detectives have been overestimating it for a month, so there's no telling if this will become an unsolved case.

He reached out and patted Onizawa Chong's shoulder, comforting him: "Onizawa, we will encounter many similar cases in the future. It will be very tiring if you sympathize with the victims like this every time."

Empathy?Yes, if the police use emotions when handling cases, it will indeed affect their judgment, or they may be immersed in the sad mood and unable to get out, and they will be so depressed that they take off their police uniforms.

"Although it will be a little tiring, as long as you turn this mood into motivation, you will be much better."

Ritsu Sasashima looked down at the time on his watch and said with a smile: "Only in this way can I immerse myself in handling the case, catch the murderers who are at large as soon as possible, and give the victims an answer sheet."

It's really amazing that you have such an idea at such a young age.Megure Thirteen thought of the black-haired young man he worked with for a month. Today's young detective is really awesome.

Pushing open the door of the lounge and heading towards the press conference, the moment Onizawa Takashi appeared, the reporters in the audience did not hesitate to press the shutter of their cameras, and the only sound left at the scene was the sound of continuous shooting.

The other police officers were a little unaccustomed to the swarms of flashing lights, which made them unable to keep their eyes open.

Only Ritsu Sasashima, who had been interviewed many times and witnessed big scenes, could still sit calmly and look directly at the cameras in front of him.

The content of the press conference is very simple, it is a response to those voices from the outside world.

"I heard that the victim, Ms. Atsuko Kosaka, left a suicide note before her death, and the suicide note clearly stated that her murderer could only be Ryota Nishida. At that time, why did the police in Ibaraki Prefecture not investigate from the perspective of the suicide note? What about the case?”

As the leader of the task force, Ritsu Sasashima turned on the microphone in front of him and replied in a deep voice: "This was an oversight by the Ibaraki Prefecture Police Department in handling the case. The detained former detective Nakata Jiro admitted that he deliberately concealed the truth, so at that time The case did not reveal the murderer Ryota Nishida behind the scenes."

Ritsu Sasashima, a young detective, answered the reporters' pointed questions with ease.Not only were his words clear, but his thoughts were also clear. The reporters in the audience even had the idea that they could get by just by writing these words intact in their reports.

"Then please tell me, is the Metropolitan Police Department willing to release the suicide note of the victim, Ms. Atsuko Kosaka?"

After hearing this, Megure Thirteen took out the white paper that had been prepared to put into the evidence bag, and Sasashima Ritsu reached out and took the crumpled suicide note.

[My last family member and my most beloved brother, this is my last letter to you. ]
[If possible, I hope I can go home safely without letting you see this letter. ]
[I have no friends I can rely on, and they are all threatened.I've thought about it a lot, and tomorrow is that day. ]
[Sorry, Eita.In the end, I left you alone in this world, but don't be sad. I just went to find my parents. Maybe I missed them too much, so I had to leave early. ]
[Next time I am reincarnated, I hope to be the child of my parents and have a cute little brother like you. ]
[Eita, take good care of yourself. I know you want to become a football player. I used the money from my part-time job to buy you a pair of sneakers you have always wanted. You should receive them in a few days. ]
[Goodbye, Eita.Take care and be happy. ]
[At the end of the letter, I want to write down the disgusting words that I have never said. ]
[Eita, my sister loves you so much~ It’s yours]
The contents of the suicide note were not written by Sasashima Ritsu. He asked Bermod to imitate the voice of Kosaka Atsuko and read it out into a recorder.

He clutched the suicide note in his hand and said slowly: "Actually, the police also received a special postcard, which was personally handed over to me by the victim's brother, Eita Kasaka."

Mu Mu Thirteen was stunned when he heard this. This seemed to be a link that was not agreed upon in advance.He pressed the brim of his hat, hoping that the contents inside would not cause blame from the superiors.

Ritsu Sasashima took out the letter from the inner pocket of his suit. The wrinkles on the card were caused by Eita's tears after reading the contents of the letter.He sighed softly and read it to anyone who could hear it.

"I am ten years old now. What will I look like in ten years? Have I become a great girl? Do I have a boyfriend? I should be very happy in ten years, right?"

"I'm... looking forward to it."

After reading the brief content on the postcard, some reporters in the audience who had been suppressing their emotions began to sob softly. Who would have thought that what made them unable to hold back would be a postcard written by a ten-year-old child to their future selves?
The phrase "I'm looking forward to it so much" in the postcard even reminds me of the smile Atsuko Kosaka had when she was young when she wrote this card.

But back to reality, ten years later she became a cold corpse.The person who killed her was the future boyfriend she was looking forward to at the age of ten.

The press conference ended with restrained sobs. Ritsu Sasashima stood up and bowed together with the other police officers. When he straightened his body, he noticed Eita Kasaka, who was sitting in the last row and was wearing a black formal suit.

Looking down, he saw a pair of brand new orange football boots.

Orange is the color of hope.

　This case was adapted from a real case, and the reality is even more sad. I cried when I watched the documentary and the book written by the justice reporter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)