Conan: The Self-cultivation of Fake Wine

Either find the murderer, or be buried with Officer Narasawa.

Under the pressure of life or death, these despicable people burst out with long-lost enthusiasm.

One suspect after another was packed and dumped at the entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department.

However, no one is the real murderer.

These people couldn't even identify the pistol used in the crime. There are a lot of things to say, but none of them are right.

- Nine-centimeter automatic pistol with silencer.

This kind of pistol commonly used by women is the murder weapon.

If a murderer cannot be found, a murderer will be created.

The scoundrels in the gutter won't solve crimes, but they will find the person to blame.

But this sacrifice was not enough to quell the anger of violent institutions.

The police politely sent the sacrifices away and then gave the organization behind the sacrifices a thumbs-down.

Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, Criminal Division, Investigation Section 1, Violent Crime Series 3 to 10.

Everyone is mobilized to fight until death.

Under such a general trend, the media has temporarily ceased activity.

Waiting silently for progress.

The same goes for Lu Ren.

After getting angry with the newspaper and conveying the police's intention to the newspaper, Lu Ren began to recall the original plot.

He leaned against the wall, with a candy bar in his mouth, digging into his memory.

One's own family knows one's own affairs.

This case is different from the past, and past experiences are of no use.

Ke Xue's usual cases are all in secret rooms or semi-secret rooms.

The murderer stayed at the scene of the crime very well and calmly, waiting for the detectives to reveal his modus operandi.

only……

This kind of trick of playing house does not apply to the theatrical version.

In the theatrical version, at least in the previous ones, the murderers all fled the scene after killing everyone.

Let the search become a needle in a haystack.

Under such circumstances, famous detectives like Conan are driven forward by fate.

Lu Ren felt that he didn't need to expend that energy.

And even if we try hard, we still can't find the murderer.

In the detective profession, Lu Ren is far inferior to Conan.

Instead of hoping to find out the murderer by reasoning, it is better to recall the plot and maybe remember who the murderer is in the theatrical version of "Fourteen Goals".

Unfortunately, as time passed and the candy melted, Lu Ren still didn't remember who that person was.

……

eight pm.

There are new developments in the case.

Unfortunately, this progress is not good.

——The detective Ichiro Shiba died in the underground parking lot of his community.

Same gunshot wounds, same number of people.

The victim this time is number one.

The police who arrived later protected the crime scene.

This time the police were still furious and cold and merciless.

However, some people no longer care.

For example, some media practitioners.

In just one day, two policemen died in Mihua Town. They were all shot.

Behind these brief messages, there are major breaking points that make media workers dizzy.

In the face of interests, blood-sucking locusts come one after another in an endless stream.

Lu Ren remained silent.

It's a pity that the largest blood-sucking locust is leaning on his back.

The biggest boss of Dongbao personally called him.

"Aren, come to me."

"Ah."

The silence ended.

Lu Ren hung up the phone and looked back at the building behind him in the dark night. He stayed at the Metropolitan Police Department for nearly a day.

The lights were bright here, and the curses and roars could still reach Lu Ren's ears through the wall panels.

"You wish for your own good." Lu Ren sighed slightly and left immediately.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 295 Thursday (Friday)

In autumn and winter, the days are short and the nights are long.

Lu Ren received the call and when he arrived at the newspaper office, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

It was already completely dark, there were very few people walking on the street, and many shops were closed.

However, Dongbao is still brightly lit. When he walked to the door, Lu Ren could vaguely hear the yelling and cursing coming from inside.

He entered the newspaper office and saw that the employees inside were like clockwork machines, spinning continuously without stopping for a moment.

A slightly familiar fat bald man was pacing back and forth, scolding every employee who seemed lazy.

Lu Ren stood not far away, and the scene in front of him made him regain some feelings from his previous life.

In a different world, social animals still exist.

It's just that his previous life was better. At least he was relatively quiet when working overtime, not like he is now.

not too good.

Lu Ren walked over, stood behind the bald middle-aged man, reached out and patted his shoulder.

"Who!" The fat man turned his head suddenly, but after seeing clearly who it was, his angry voice suddenly stopped, as if someone had strangled his neck. Then a smile bloomed, and his fat old face was like dried chrysanthemums soaked in hair. He bowed his head and said flatteringly, "Editor Lu Ren, you are here."

"Be quiet, you're too noisy."

"Yes, that's what you taught me."

Lu Ren said nothing and walked up the steps to the president's office on the second floor. Lu Ren opened the door and walked straight in.

"sit."

Sato Qing put down the materials at hand and looked up at Lu Ren with piercing eyes. "You know more about this matter than me. Ren, write it up as a report and see it in the newspaper tomorrow morning."

...Sure enough, this is what happened.

Sato Kiyoshi didn't say clearly what he was called to do on the phone. But on the way here, Lu Ren had basically guessed what was going to happen next.

——Write stories about the police and accuse them to death, so as to boost newspaper sales.

I just knew that Lu Ren didn't want to take on this job. It will take him a long time to solve the case in the future, and he will have to deal with the police all the time.

In the past few months, Lu Ren had finally managed to improve his favorability with the police through his own efforts.

It takes a report to improve the goodwill. That's too much of a loss.

But it wasn't a big problem. Lu Ren had thought of a countermeasure on the way here.

He leaned on the sofa and wrote lightly: "The black manuscript must be written. If we don't write it, Fujiyama and Asahi will also write it."

"Yes." Sato Qing nodded.

"But you can't let me write this manuscript. Old man, you think you should leave it to Bei Dao to write, or let Atsushi Sen to write it." Lu Ren changed the topic and refused the task of writing a black manuscript.

Sato Kiyoshi frowned, "Reason."

"The death of the two police officers was just the beginning. When the police discussed the case, I was right next to them. There is a bigger and more exciting story hidden behind it."

Lu Ren smiled, "If I start writing the manuscript now, I will be kicked out early and I will not be able to learn the inside information as soon as possible. The gain outweighs the loss."

Sato Qing stared at Lu Ren with eyes like a hawk. Lu Ren responded with a smile, without any hint of guilt in his eyes.

Because he told the truth.

Fourteen people were involved in serial attacks and murders. Isn’t this something explosive?

Two or three minutes later, Sato Kiyoshi stood up from the office chair, walked to Lu Ren, stretched out his hand with a dead branch, patted Lu Ren on the shoulder, and laughed and said, "Then I'll leave everything to you!"

"no problem."

……

After leaving the president's office, Lu Ren turned around and went to Bei Dao's office.

I haven't been to the newspaper office recently, so naturally I haven't interacted with Bei Dao.

Long time no see, I miss you very much.

There are not many people in this world that he cares about, Bei Dao is one of them.

Unfortunately, they are both too busy.

One is busy making a living, the other is busy living.

After walking a few steps, Lu Ren stood at the door of the office, raising his hand and knocking lightly on the door.

After a while, a familiar and cold female voice came from the door.

"Please come in."

Lu Ren pushed open the door and entered.

At this time, Bei Dao was writing something at his desk.

Even if someone came in, she didn't even raise her head, she just said softly, "Sit down first and wait until I finish writing the manuscript in my hand. I'll talk about it later if I have anything else to do."

Lu Ren didn't say anything, closed the door gently with his backhand, then sat on the sofa against the wall, looking at Bei Dao with his eyes.

I haven't seen you for a long time. Bei Dao has gained some weight.

Her face has become a lot rounder, it seems she is eating well.

It's just that he still doesn't look good.

The dark circles under both eyes are clearly visible.

Even though his face has become rounder, he still gives people a sense of weakness.

What a...effort.

...Bei Dao didn't let Lu Ren wait long.

After about a cup of tea, she put down her pen, then tucked the long hair hanging in front of her face behind her ears. After roughly adjusting her makeup, Bei Dao just raised her head.

"You have...Brother Ren?!"

"Yes." Lu Ren smiled and nodded, "The president wants to see me for something. After we talk, I'll stop by to see you."

"That's it. Brother Ren, why didn't you tell me earlier? I made you wait for so long." Bei Dao stood up from the chair with an apologetic face and raised his hand to open the cabinet in the corner behind him, "Would you like tea or coffee?"

"Don't bother." Lu Ren stopped Bei Dao from doing this. "I still have something to do and I won't be here for long. Let's just sit and chat for a while."