Traveling back thirty years to Conan, intercepting Princess Eri

Through the small observation window on the door, one could only see figures moving inside and the flashing lights of various instruments; the specific situation was completely unclear.

"Damn it!" Ikenami Takeshi finally couldn't hold back anymore, let out a low growl, and slammed his right fist hard on the cold metal door, making a dull "thud".

As a seasoned criminal investigator, he was all too aware that such medical procedures could be used to buy time, collude with others, or even destroy evidence.

Not to mention that Shinzo Mito has a huge business company and legal team behind him, which makes him fully capable of doing a lot of things during his treatment.

“Officer Ikenami, please calm down.” Hattori Heizo walked to his side and advised him in a steady voice, “Although Dr. Fujita’s attitude is tough, what he said makes sense. If we force our way in, no matter what the outcome, we will lose the first point in terms of public opinion.”

"Moreover, Mito Shinzo is currently only a suspect in the act of attacking Director Shinkawa. The evidence chain we have for the theft of the samurai sword and the death of Mito Hayato is not yet complete, so the pressure of directly convicting him is very high."

"Given Mito Shinzo's identity and personality, the last thing he would do right now is to run away."

"Running away is tantamount to admitting guilt, and it will also give the police a legitimate reason to issue a warrant for his arrest, completely ruining his social status and any possibility of a comeback. He's not that stupid."

“But now…” Takeshi Ikebabura was still anxious, his eyes fixed on the tightly closed door, “He’s lying in there, and we can’t do anything about it! Who knows if he’ll use his treatment as an opportunity to pass messages to people outside, or have the doctors tamper with the diagnosis!”

“During this period, what he had the most motivation and ability to do…” Lin Xiuyi continued, “was to have his trusted confidants or lawyers dispose of the physical objects that could become irrefutable evidence. For example, the samurai sword hidden in the Mito family’s collection room.”

“Once that knife is moved, hidden, or even completely destroyed, all we will have left is Director Shinkawa's testimony, old photos from ten years ago, and some circumstantial evidence.”

"Based on these factors alone, it would be much more difficult to bring down someone like Shinzo Mito, who has financial resources, a legal team, and a complex network of social connections, and the litigation process could be dragged on for a long time."

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, instantly sobering him up.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart.

"you're right!"

Takeshi Ikenami immediately turned around and waved to several police officers who had been waiting nearby.

"Take a team and head to the Mito residence immediately! Seal off that storage room, as well as Mito Shinzo's bedroom, study, and all other places where items might be hidden!"

"24-hour shifts. Without my order, no one, including members of the Mito family, lawyers, or even city officials, is allowed to approach, much less take anything away from inside..."

Ikenami Takeshi spoke quickly and gave clear instructions, demonstrating the competence and decisiveness expected of a criminal investigation minister.

As orders were issued, the previously somewhat stagnant atmosphere began to flow again, and the officers quickly took action, each fulfilling their duties.

After arranging all this, Takeshi Ikenami breathed a slight sigh of relief, but his gaze remained fixed on the door of the emergency room.

Time slowly passed in anxious waiting.

The atmosphere in the corridor outside the emergency center was oppressive.

Lin Xiuyi leaned against the wall, closing her eyes to rest, but her ears were always on alert to the sounds around her.

Ikeba Shizuka sat in the chair next to him, holding a medical magazine she had found somewhere, but she didn't turn a page for a long time, her gaze occasionally drifting towards the door of the emergency room.

Hattori Heizo stood by the window, watching the crowds and vehicles passing by in the hospital's forecourt below, his brow slightly furrowed, seemingly deep in thought. Those two hours felt like an eternity.

Finally, the red light on the emergency room door went out and turned into a green light, indicating that the rescue was over.

The automatic doors slid open to both sides with a "whoosh".

Dr. Fujita was the first to come out, his face showing obvious fatigue, and a few strands of hair on his forehead were damp with sweat.

Behind him, two nurses pushed out a mobile hospital bed.

Mito Shinzo lay on the bed, covered with a white blanket, wearing an oxygen mask, his eyes closed, his face even paler than before, almost blending into the pillow.

Leads from various monitors extended from under his blanket, connecting to monitoring equipment that moved around the bedside, displaying fluctuating electrocardiogram and blood pressure data on the screen.

"Doctor, how is he?" Takeshi Ikebab immediately stepped forward, his sharp gaze sweeping over Shinzo Mito on the hospital bed.

Dr. Fujita removed his gloves, rubbed his temples, and then said, "Mr. Mito's head was hit during the struggle and fall, resulting in mild concussion and a brief loss of consciousness. After a CT scan and emergency treatment, his vital signs are now stable, and his life is not in danger."

At this point, he changed the subject.
"However, brain injuries are complex, and it is difficult to accurately predict the specific impact and recovery time."

“He is currently in a coma, and I cannot give an exact time when he will regain consciousness. It could be a few hours, a few days, or even… longer. Further observation is needed.”

Dr. Fujita looked at Takeshi Ikenami, his tone businesslike.
"Therefore, Mr. Mito is not suitable for movement at present and needs to be transferred to the intensive care unit for continuous monitoring and treatment. This is our professional judgment and advice as a medical institution."

"So, we can't take him back to police headquarters for questioning for the time being?" Ikenami Tsuyoshi's voice turned cold.

"Yes."

Dr. Fujita nodded frankly, meeting Ikenami Takeshi's gaze without flinching.

"From a medical perspective, forcibly moving a patient with a brain injury who is unconscious, especially shortly after emergency treatment, carries extremely high risks and could lead to a worsening of their condition or even irreversible damage. Of course..."

He paused, his tone remaining calm, yet subtly sharp.
"Officer, you and your colleagues certainly have the right to make the decisions you deem necessary."

“If you insist on taking Mr. Mito away now, we can process the necessary paperwork.”

"But it must be stated in advance that if Mr. Mito develops any medical conditions during the transfer or detention process, it will not be the responsibility of our hospital."

If it's not the hospital's responsibility, then it's the police's responsibility.

These words were not spoken aloud, but the meaning couldn't be clearer.

Once the signature is signed and the person is taken away, if Mito Shinzo suffers any mishap, whether it is real or fake, whether it is deliberately staged or happens naturally, public opinion will relentlessly point the finger at the police, especially at Ikenami Takeshi, who is in charge.

During a sensitive period of promotion evaluations, this is tantamount to political suicide. (End of Chapter)