The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

"Did you watch the news? Today's?"

"Not yet, I attended an academic exchange meeting last night and just woke up now. What happened to the news? What happened—"

"Fujiwara is dead."

——? !

Elder Ito's doubts stopped abruptly: "What did you say?"

"Fujiwara is dead. He was found dead in the bicycle shop he opened this morning." Sitting on the bedside, Hongyi Harada took a deep breath, and slowly said a person's name: "Ito, do you still remember that old man?" A girl named Yukimura Emi?"

"........."

pat!

The sound of the collision of glasses and tiles can be heard clearly even if they are far away, and the atmosphere of the conversation suddenly fell into dead silence.

"She...what does she want...?"

After a long time, old man Ito on the other end of the phone spoke.

"She didn't want to do anything because she was dead and my son was a suspect in her murder."

"Dead? You say she's dead? That's fine, we—"

"You wake me up, Ito Hiba!"

Before Ito Hiba finished speaking, he was interrupted by Harada Hongyi's low growl: "Yukimura Emi is dead, my son has become a criminal suspect, even Fujiwara died this morning, what do you think we will do next? Can the two escape?! Who do you think the murderer is after?!"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, don't be so excited Harada." The old man on the other end of the phone sat down on the leather chair, and the pressure of the heavy body on the bearings of the chair made it make an unbearable "creak" sound: "Calm down , The murderer is not necessarily coming for us. If he is coming for us, then why would he kill Yukimura Emi and then blame your son, right? "

"Then what if Yukimura Emi is terminally ill?"

"........."

"You, me, and Fujiwara, we know what shitty things the three of us did back then. If Yukimura Emi got terminally ill, she would very likely pay the three of us at the cost of her few remaining lives. revenge!"

Harada Koki closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then spit flying with excitement: "I have seen the description of the scene and the photos of the deceased, Yukimura Emi died peacefully, and there is no trace of struggle on her body.

Plus Fujiwara's death this morning, don't you understand? "

"...What about the police autopsy results? What did the police say?"

"It's not out yet, but I trust my instincts, trust my judgment."

Harada Hongyi frowned, and there was a convincing firmness in the cloudy eyes: "The deceased Yukimura Emi died in the airport bathroom. This is a place with a lot of traffic, but she died peacefully without any Struggle marks, this is very suspicious."

"Why did your son become a suspect in the murder of Yukimura Emi?" The overwhelmed chair creaked, Ito Hiba pondered for a moment, and asked in a concentrated voice.

"She has an accident insurance, bought a year ago, and the beneficiary is my son."

"A year ago? That is to say, your son met her a year ago? Are they still together?"

"Yes, Jun looks so much like me back then, there's no way she can't recognize Huimei." There was a bit of sadness in Harada Hongyi's voice: "Let's turn ourselves in, Ito, we missed one [-] years ago."

"Surrender yourself? What are you kidding?!"

"I'm not kidding you, Ito. I want to turn myself in. Emi and Fujiwara, who are dead, just happened to be claimed by each of us."

"Impossible! Let me tell you Harada Hongyi, don't even think about it! It's absolutely impossible!" The irritable fat body almost bounced off the chair in an instant: "Have you ever thought that if it is Yukimura Emi's revenge, then even So what if we turned ourselves in?! Isn’t that letting the murderer deal with our family?!

Don't forget, since the person behind the scenes will frame your son, he can find an opportunity to kill him, just like killing Fujiwara!The most important thing we should do now is to find out who is behind the scenes, instead of turning himself in. "

"..." Harada Hongyi opened and closed his lips, unable to refute.

"Keep your calm, Harada. You are a Fa-study, and your brain was the best among the three of us back then. Use your brain, as long as you find him before you kill us, our family will be safe." It's safe."

Ito Hiba, whose tone calmed down, advised in a good voice: "At that time, whether it is surrender or suicide, I can accept it. Think about your son, your granddaughter."

"...You are still the same as before, good at persuading people." Harada Hongyi closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.

"What I say is the truth, and the truth trumps everything."

"Bye."

"it is good."

With a beep, Ito Hiba hung up the phone resolutely and simply.

Harada Hongyi gripped the receiver tightly, his expression fluctuating.

After a long time, he made another phone call: "Detective Yueshui, have you received my son?"

Koshimizu Nanatsuki, the unknown detective who came to him automatically, is also the reason why he didn't go to famous Tokyo detectives such as Mori Kogoro or Hakuba Tan.

A detective, he can't control.

But a rookie detective who is obviously a fledgling, he can play well.

He has an impression of the secret room murder case in Lavender Villa.A few days after the case was closed, he had seen overwhelming reports in the newspapers, and it was hard not to notice it.

Coincidentally, he had nothing to do that day and did reasoning based on on-the-spot reports and photos, but was shocked to find that the high school student detective trusted by the police was wrong.However, Koshimizu Nanatsuki, who took the initiative to come to the door, regarded this incident as a merit, saying that she was the high school student detective who did not leave her name and show her face.

He needs someone to help him reason, but this person cannot be his student Yamashita Atsuto, because he is too keen.

What's more, combined with this conjecture, he noticed something that happened before - Yukimura Emi's son did not agree to the autopsy.

"Got it, we're ready to go back." Nanatsuki Koshimizu, who drove to the Metropolitan Police Department to deliver the documents and pick him up, put on his sunglasses again, turned his head and glanced at the gate of the Metropolitan Police Department while talking on the phone.

"Are you going to let them go back like this, Yamashita?" Chiba Kazunobu, who was holding documents in his hand, asked calmly by the French windows of the office area of ​​the third department.

"Otherwise, the deadline has passed, and we don't have any conclusive evidence." Atsuto Yamashita put his hands in his pockets, staring down at the Dongying BMW roaring away downstairs.

"You doubt him?"

"No, I just always feel that something is wrong. Did you find it when I asked you to check it?"

"Sato has gone to print."

"Yamashita! Chiba!"

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao.

Miwako Sato took a document that had just been printed out, and ran to the two of them out of breath: "I found it, I checked the relationship in the United States, and I did find out the medical records of the deceased Emi Yukimura, she had cervical cancer. "

Qianye's expression was moved, and a gleam of understanding flashed in the eyes of Duren Yamashita: "Sure enough."

"How did you come up with the idea?"

"The deceased's face was serene, and he was shot to death without any resistance in the first death scene, that is, in the toilet of the airport. There is another possibility besides being an acquaintance who committed the crime, that is, the deceased himself was terminally ill and planned to blame his life Give to those who have a festival with themselves."

Atsuto Yamashita's face was calm, but his tone was unquestionable: "I remember you said that the son of the deceased has never agreed to conduct an autopsy on his mother's body, right?"

"But, it's not right. If it's framed, why choose a place like the airport bathroom?" Miwako Sato frowned.

"I don't know." Atsuto Yamashita answered simply.

He is not an all-knowing and all-powerful God.

"Then how did you come up with this idea?" Chiba and Shinobu were also a little curious. He admitted that he had devoted all his attention to the two aspects of committing crimes by acquaintances and finding the murderer, and he hadn't thought of this.

"When I was at Tokyo University, my teacher Harada Hongyi once talked about several cases, and the deceased were all in this situation."

Miwako Sato showed a clear expression, and the corner of Chiba Kazunobu's mouth twitched, feeling inexplicably suppressed by his education.

"Let's go, Sato, let's meet the son of the deceased." Atsuto Yamashita grabbed the suit jacket that was casually thrown on the desk and put it on his shoulders, and walked towards the gate of the Sanshi office area.

"You suspect it's her son? Impossible..." Sato, who was catching up, couldn't believe it.

"That's not the case. I just want to know why he didn't say that his mother had cervical cancer. Besides, I don't think Jun Harada knew about it."

Atsuto Yamashita put on his suit, smoothed out the folds with a flick of his hand, and walked out of the gate of the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Do you drive your car or mine?"

"Your car, my car is too ostentatious, not suitable for handling cases." Looking at the only Mercedes-Benz SLR in the parking lot, Atsuto Yamashita shook his head.

To be honest, he really misses his old 86.

Damn mercenaries!Damn car thief!

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"Seriously, Yamashita, do you want to buy a new car for daily investigations?"

"Don't go, don't buy, if Shi Yu finds out about this, I'm afraid she will cry on the spot, saying that I'm suspicious of her."

On the crowded Tokyo expressway, in the red Mazda FD3S, Atsuto Yamashita was sitting on the passenger seat with a white plastic stick in his mouth, and he chose to refuse without hesitation.

Although it might seem a bit out of order for a luxury car like the Mercedes-Benz SLR to go in and out of the police station parking lot every day, this is all because of Shiyu's full love for him.

"A single dog like you won't understand."

"........."

Miwako Sato, who had never expected to be hit by a knife, slammed on the gas pedal, and Atsuto Yamashita, who had been prepared for a long time, sat still in his seat, and his calm and breezy appearance seemed unaffected in the slightest.

"Seriously, Sato, how far have you and Takagi developed? Shiratori isn't still begging for nothing to be a third party, is he?"

"Why do you care about this?"

"I'm your boss. Isn't it normal for a boss to care about his subordinates? After all, it's an office romance. Once something goes wrong, I'm afraid it will affect your own work status."

"I don't want to be in a relationship yet."

Miwako Sato's answer, whether true or false, made Yamashita Atsuto sigh leisurely: "Takagi, you coward."

"??? Okay, what do you think he's cowardly doing?"

Sato turned his head, eyes full of dissatisfaction.

Judging from her unconsciously clenched right fist, Atsuto Yamashita felt that if there was one more word of mouth, there might be two fewer people to share the work for him in one go.

"Ah? Are Officer Sato and Officer Takagi dating?"

Suddenly, a voice came from the narrow rear seat, and Miwako Sato's pupils quivered instantly: "Conan?! How did you get up—when did you get up?!"

Surprised!

Wasn't Conan taken away by Chiba? !

Why is it still in her car? !

"You don't understand this kid? Sato probably sneaked out while Chiba was not paying attention, and then sneaked into your car while you and I were not paying attention. Am I right, Conan-kun ?”

Atsuto Yamashita, who was sitting in the co-pilot, turned his head unsurprisingly and asked with a smile.