The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

In this scam, Atsuto Yamashita played him hard by relying on the information he had.

"You bastard..."

Conan, who was slumped on the sofa, raised his head, and the fancy color-matched ceiling of the box was like a magnificent kaleidoscope, with an intoxicating charm.

"Hello, Dr. Ali."

"Ah! Shinichi!"

"Xinyi, don't worry! I'll be there soon! I'll come to rescue you right away! Hold on for a while!"

On the other end of the phone, Dr. A Li, who was full of joy after receiving the call, accelerated his driving speed.

"No need, doctor."

"Don't worry, I'm prepared—huh? Shinichi, what did you say?" Dr. A Li was stunned for a moment, almost unable to react.

"Atsuto Yamashita is not a member of that organization. He just took me to a box in a bar and put three bottles of wine in front of me."

Taking a deep breath, Conan calmed down and said.

"Gin, vodka, absinthe?" Dr. A Li asked tentatively, remembering that he had heard the names of three wines.

"Yeah." Conan, who was slumped on the sofa, lowered his head, and the transparent lens reflected a glint of light under the colorful lights.

"Doctor, let's stop here with the investigation of Atsuto Yamashita."

"What? Shinichi, aren't you—"

"This time, we crossed the line." Conan's voice was a little low.Seeing that he was so sure, Dr. Ali couldn't say anything, and continued to step on the accelerator.

【Before there is no absolute strength card......】

[Atsushi from the mountain. 】

【I seem to have found the point of intersection between you and the Black Organization. 】

Conan, who hung up the call, raised his eyes and looked at the three bottles of wine still standing on the table, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

[Three months ago, the corpse dismemberment case that happened on your 24th birthday. 】

[This case is definitely related to the Black Organization! 】

Conan is full of energy at the moment.

Only this time, after Yamashita Toruto's intimidation, he felt that he had to secretly investigate this case, which had long been blocked by the police.

Just like what Atsuto Yamashita said when he warned him before: He can't act rashly before he has a card of absolute strength.

"That guy Kudo Shinichi, you shouldn't act rashly now, right?"

Walking along the coast of Tokyo Bay, looking up and drinking the beer in the can, Atsuto Yamashita murmured.

Three months ago, on his 24th birthday, a frantic dismemberment case occurred.

The victim was the daughter of a certain Japanese business tycoon, a 27-year-old beautiful older sister whom Atsuto Yamashita once chased on a whim.It's a pity that she was rejected in the end. The reason is that she only wants to make money now and doesn't want to fall in love.

Then she died.

Died in his own big villa.

The method of death was exactly the same as that of the corpse dismemberment case seven months ago, half of the body was separated without a piece of body.

Considering the influence of various aspects and the suggestion made by the business tycoon in order to take care of his wife's emotions, these two cases have been secretly investigated by people assigned by the high-level police since they were brought together.

At that time, Atsuto Yamashita, who had graduated from Tokyo University and entered the police academy for training, was one of the members of the investigation team.

However, within a few days after entering, he was kicked out because of his improper attitude.

When I joined the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, the police rank was also dropped from the police department to the inspection minister.

Yamashita Atsuto didn't protest, after all, it was cut by Matsumoto Kiyoshige, the manager of the First Investigation Section of the Criminal Division of the Metropolitan Police Department.This is also the one who kicked him out of the secret investigation team.

"I don't know how the search is going. Is it faster than me?"

When I got home, I turned on the computer.

Looking at the documents and pictures that emerged from the unlocked folder, Atsuto Yamashita lit a cigarette.

In the smog, it seems to have seen the past.

ding dong~

The usual daily thinking time was interrupted by the doorbell, and Atsuto Yamashita frowned.

Kasumigaoka Shiwa has the key to his apartment and never rings the doorbell.

But if it wasn't her, then who would it be?

Get up and open the door.

"You're smoking at home again, Tuk-ren."

As soon as the door opened, the tangy smell of nicotine made Kasumigaoka Shiyu, who was standing at the door, sniff her nose, and habitually scolded her.

This time, she didn't even have the title "Jun" with a provocative ending.

"Shi Yu?" Atsuto Yamashita, who had guessed wrong, froze for a moment, then extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, and then his eyes fell on the board-shaped object that was as tall as a person beside the girl.