"Really? It seems that you are very obsessed with not being shot on the spot by me."
After hearing this, Katsuki Uehara's eyes not only did not change at all, but instead put one hand back and rested it on the back of the interrogation chair. He leaned back slightly and swung his raised legs, facing it with interest.
Staring: "Are you so eager to die, Gin?"
Seeing this, Gin was not angry, but the sarcasm raised at the corner of his mouth became more dazzling, and he asked an unexpected question: "From the information, it seems that you, Officer Uehara, are very good at mahjong? The winning rate can be said to be outrageously high.
The situation?"
"Mahjong is essentially a game based on the human mind, with probability calculations mixed with luck.
"Being able to clearly understand the cards played by the opponent in each round and combine them with the current battle situation to deduce what cards may be left in the opponent's hand, the probability of winning can be greatly improved; on this basis, more advanced players will use the
Read and guess the micro-expressions of opponents to make corresponding judgments.
"If you can do the above two steps almost perfectly, it will be easy to win money playing mahjong, unless you encounter an opponent with incredible luck like a unicorn."
Uehara Katsuki, who seemed to be talking about some interesting topic, narrowed his eyes slightly, and his left index finger resting on the back of the chair repeatedly tapped the chair surface: "Does it mean that Mr. Gin also likes mahjong a lot? I don't see that you still like it.
It’s quite extensive.”
"No, I'm just reminding you that this is your biggest weakness."
Even though he was firmly locked in position and couldn't move for even a moment, Gin felt like a lone wolf still running freely in the mountains oppressing his prey. His eyes were bloodthirsty and playful: "You are in this card game."
Playing a card that I didn't expect at all, I was obviously going to win money and leave immediately, but he relented when he kicked me out of the gambling table completely."
"There is no other way. Who makes me the most caring policeman in the world? I just don't want to see people go bankrupt and live on the streets, and eventually become a consumable to beg for food every day."
Katsumi Uehara, who was rubbing his nails, shrugged noncommittally: "After all, I once knew a poor man who was bankrupt and begged for food every day. After he got sick, he couldn't go to the hospital and just lay there for a week before he gradually recovered. It was so miserable that I
I couldn’t bear to look at him, so every time I passed by, I would throw some bread and milk coins into his bowl to show his encouragement.”
"..."
Miwako Sato, who was sitting aside with her book open and a ballpoint pen in her hand, twitched vaguely at the corners of her eyes several times. The pen tip stayed on the paper for a while, but in the end she was still unable to record this unreliable Uehara Katsumi-style self-promotion.
"Love is the most disgusting hypocrisy in the world, and it is an excellent gimmick for self-satisfaction, self-impression, and self-marketing."
Under the gaze of the two people, Gin, who held his head high, slowly closed his eyes and showed an uncooperative attitude: "And now, I have come back and won, Katsumi Uehara."
"..."
"..."
Katsuki Uehara's eyebrows almost furrowed into a Sichuan shape. Gin's firm tone made him confirm his guess almost instantly: "Sato, send this black box containing the bomb to the police hospital, and let Vodka personally
Open it, he was so trusted before, there’s no way he doesn’t know the password.”
"?"
Miwako Sato, who never expected that the interrogation would end so quickly, was stunned for a moment. When she came to her senses, she didn't ask why. Instead, she nodded curtly, stood up and started to clear away the things on the table: "I understand.
"
After the two left, Gin slowly opened his eyes, turned his head and glanced at the door that was closed again. His eyes were so deep that the previous bloodlust and joking were gone.
In the corridor outside the interrogation room, Miwako, who was holding the black box and documents and walking to follow her partner, finally couldn't suppress her inner doubts: "Uehara, what are you talking about with him? Detective Uozuka has just left the intensive care unit. He
If we need a rest, we can call him directly——"
"If the password given by Vodka is wrong, then all of us in the police station will die from the explosion of this bomb." Katsuki Uehara walked outside without stopping, and his expressionless words directly interrupted him.
The woman next to her was puzzled: "As Gin said, he and I have already sat at the gambling table.
"At this kind of gambling table, players who are competing against each other will try their best to infer what cards the other party has in hand based on the cards that the other party has already played.
"So every time a player plays a card, he does not pursue perfection, but tries to calculate the probability of winning based on the current situation as much as possible, and immediately and decisively plays the cards that must be given up in order to obtain the best possible outcome of the situation with the remaining cards in his hand.
Excellent solution."
"...You mean, Agent Uozuka was a card that Gin gave up?"
Sato Miwako quickly caught the key point and asked: "But when Agent Uotsuka appeared in our field of vision to provide inside information about the winery, you had not yet found a chance to capture Gin. How could he predict the future?"
"No, vodka is not the card that Gin gave up."
Katsuki Uehara, who opened the door and returned to the three-series corridor, expressed his speculation: "On the contrary, Gin himself was the discarded card."
"?"
"Just like a master who plays mahjong too often is prone to bad luck, his luck was not so good this time. Belmod's being followed caused him to fall into a dead end almost instantly. The only thing he could do
It means putting yourself to death and living later."
He quickly returned to the office area of the third department, and raised his hand to signal Sato to move the blackboard to his work station. Uehara Katsumi picked up a pen and continued to write and draw on it.
Before long, the large content had occupied Sato Miwako's vision.
Among them, the names of Gin, Vodka, Wada Saburo, Uno Tadayoshi, Morohoshi Toshio, and Matoyama Kenzo were drawn in an additional circle. While connecting each other with curves, the pen tip marked each line separately.
question mark--
After writing all of this, Uehara Katsumi turned his pen for a while as if no one else was around. While concentrating, he raised his hand to erase the circle on the name "Uno Tadayoshi" and drew a cross on the curve under his name.
"Sato, ask Chiba, Takagi and Shiratori to take turns and immediately secretly monitor all the actions of Section Chief Wada. Don't make any noise. It is best to be so detailed that you know what color underwear he wears before going to bed with his mistress at night."
"okay, I get it."
Out of trust in her partner, Sato Miwako just took one last look at her man, took a moment to give instructions to her man in deep thought, and turned around to leave on crisp short high heels.
………………………………
Tokyo, Green Terrace Police Hospital.
Vodka, who was wearing a blue and white hospital gown, had several bandages wrapped around his head. While looking out the window at the blue sky, a few rays of solemnity flashed in his eyes from time to time——
Suddenly, there was a crisp knock on the door.
“Tuk-tuk-tuk.”
"Please come in."
"I'm sorry to disturb your rest, Agent Uotsuka, but we have something that needs your help now." The heroic Miwako pushed the door in carrying a rectangular black box and politely approached the strong man lying on the hospital bed.
Nod in greeting.
"If I can help, definitely."
Vodka smiled kindly and responded: "To be honest, I am really surprised and pleasantly surprised that your Tokyo police were able to track down Gin's stronghold and launch an unexpected attack this time."
"This is all the credit of Chris Binyard. Without her we wouldn't be able to do this. Now it's probably just Gin and Keir who are kept in the dark."
Sato Miwako smiled and raised the black box in her hand: "Let's talk about business first. Excuse me, Agent Uozuka, do you know how to open it?
"The explosive ordnance disposal squad cannot open and dismantle the bomb without detonating the bomb inside. According to their inference, the bomb structure inside does not even work as signal shielding. It can only rely on the physical shaft to rotate after entering the correct password."
Detonate."
"...I think I've seen Gin use this thing before."
Seeing the black box, Vodka rubbed his chin with one hand as if recalling it, and said thoughtfully: "He often uses this detonation structure to place secret documents and information. If I remember correctly, the password should be 8936."
"
"8936?"
"Yes, Gin has always used this password, so no surprise, this one should be the same." Vodka nodded, and then waved to her: "Officer Sato, give it to me, and I'll try it."
"good."
Sato Miwako hesitated for a while, then handed over the black box. She reached out to take the vodka and fiddled with the password keys to adjust the four numbers. But the next second, the black box did not open as he thought -
?
"not good!"
Upon seeing this, Sato Miwako's expression suddenly changed, she stepped forward and snatched the black box from Vodka's hand and threw it out of the window!
boom!!!!
In an instant, a violent explosion sounded in the sky above the entire Green Terrace Police Hospital!!!
The flickering light reflected in Vodka's horrified eyes!
"how come?!"
It must be this password?!
"I'm Sato! Don't be nervous, it's just a bomb."
Sato Miwako, who had completed everything in a blink of an eye, breathed a sigh of relief and waved to the escort police officers who rushed into the ward instantly. However, in her pocket, the screen of her mobile phone, which had been dark, suddenly lit up——
The words "Call Ended" were particularly clear in the dark.
"Is the password 8936..."
In the Metropolitan Police Department, Katsumi Uehara, who had hung up the phone, twisted his seat, used the force to move back a few positions, turned the pen in his hand, and his eyes fell on the real black box, his expression thoughtful.
Judging from the horrifying sound of the vodka, which was almost broken, it didn't look fake.
After thinking about it, Katsuki Uehara reached out and opened the drawer, took out the tracking glasses placed in it, put them on, and walked out of the Metropolitan Police Department carrying the black box——
"Hello?"
"Conan, it's me. There's a bomb. I'm going to handle it all by myself. I'm afraid I won't be able to react in case of an accident. I need your help with Dr. Agasa's props."