The beautiful neon lights passed through the car window and rotated on the man's face. The EVO, which left the door of Sato's house, was not in a hurry to go home. Instead, it turned the intersection and drove in the other direction.
The hustle and bustle of the night alone, accompanied by the bustling street scene, came to Katsuki Uehara's eyes one after another. The car body with the never-ending sound of the engine glowed brightly under the moonlight.
Yoneka Town, 9-chome 23.
The exquisite and luxurious building yesterday was now reduced to a ruin with a cordon. Katsuki Uehara got out of the car and showed his ID to the staff who were still cleaning up the scene at night. After putting on gloves and a mask, he picked up the cordon and went inside.
Go.
"Uehara Criminal, why are you here?"
"You don't have a clue. Go back to the discovery site and have a look. Don't worry about me. Just keep cleaning up."
After waving to the person in charge of the scene to ignore him, he looked closely at the ruins that had obviously cleared a large area of space. Uehara Katsumi chewed gum, stepped on a pile of gravel with his right foot, and looked around with his hands on his hips——
The blood-stained surface has not yet been washed away, and a large amount of restaurant ingredients can be seen everywhere in the cracks of the gravel.
He was busy with the Takasugi Consortium's affairs all afternoon, and only in the evening did he have time to return to the discovery site.
"The prisoner who tricked Shiratori into coming here means that in order to confirm whether he has arrived, the prisoner will definitely appear near this store, but Chiba didn't find any suspicious figure at all in the surveillance."
Reviewing the situation before the restaurant exploded in his mind, Uehara Katsumi tried to bring into it what he encountered at the Takasugi Group in the afternoon——
"Considering that the prisoner once threatened Kirino, that means he probably threatened someone to let him take his place as a human and sit in the restaurant with naked eyes, and it's not far from Shiratori..."
Walking to the place where he found the white bird in the morning, Katsuki Uehara turned his head and calculated the direction: "Maybe it's the surveillance of this restaurant. But the surveillance room is next to the back kitchen, not far from the source of the explosion..."
Looking for someone to watch the surveillance instead?
Or just find someone to act as a human eye?
Also, this new store opened, why did the prisoner choose this store?
How did he put the bomb into this store?
The bomb that can blow up the Shinkansen is not small, so a big thing should be very eye-catching no matter where it is placed in the restaurant. There are so many waiters coming and going in this restaurant every day, has no one noticed anything unusual?
Even the owner of the restaurant was killed, or was the eighth person the prisoner really wanted to kill the owner of the restaurant?
After walking two steps deeper into the ruins, Katsuki Uehara suddenly felt his feet go soft. He frowned. He lowered his eyes and saw that several bullfrogs that had been killed by the explosion had been crushed to pieces by him.
"Depend on."
Katsuki Uehara couldn't help but curse in secret, so he could only find a boulder with a sharp edge, step on it and rub the sole of his shoe.
Someone not far away noticed his embarrassment, and immediately kindly reminded him: "Uehara Criminal, be careful, the more you go inside, the more these things will become. This restaurant is newly opened and has a lot of goods."
"Okay, I understand, thanks-"
Um?
Katsumi Uehara, who was grinding the stone, suddenly stopped. He raised his flashlight while frowning and looked into the depths of the ruins. The busy figure and the frog meat ingredients that came into view made him freeze on the spot for a few seconds.
"Uehara Criminal? Uehara Criminal?"
"I'm fine. Sorry to disturb your work."
After coming back to his senses, Uehara Katsuki's eyes suddenly became brighter. He took out his mobile phone and took a few photos of the messy scene before asking: "Have you seen the fragments of these ingredient packaging bags? Yes.
No residue? It is best to have the product batch and production company."
"We do have this, but the information is incomplete." An on-site staff member handed over a box containing several tattered bags that already stinked.
Even with a mask on, Katsuki Uehara could still smell the stench of blood after opening it.
"Thank you, this is enough."
Amid the puzzled looks of others, Katsuki Uehara took the box and took it directly back to the car and drove away.
Metropolitan Police Department, brightly lit office area of the three departments.
Katsumi Uehara strode back to the blackboard filled with emotions and confirmed the information of the seventh victim killed in the serial murder - a driver who worked for a freight company owned by the Suzuki Consortium.
"I caught you, bastard..."
After closing the file, Katsuki Uehara immediately picked up the landline and made a call: "Hello, is this Suzuki Freight? Is there anyone on duty in your company now?"
……………………………………………………
"No."
Night, Maori Detective Agency.
Mouri Kogoro, who was sitting at his desk and drinking beer, couldn't help but burp, and then he lay on the table with a desperate look on his face. The photos he held in his left hand were all spread out on the table: "There is absolutely nothing."
Progress, there is no resemblance between the serial killers, let alone the murderers.
"The only thing that can be determined now is that the murderer is related to the eucalyptus in which our client's husband died in a car accident, because the fish tank in which the body was buried was repurchased by Mrs. Miyazawa's husband."
"Eh? But didn't Uehara Criminal Police arrest someone this afternoon?"
Mao Lilan, who was wearing an apron around her waist, took off her wet gloves and hung them behind the kitchen door. She couldn't help but wonder when she heard this. Edogawa Conan, who was sitting by the coffee table in the living room and writing his elementary school homework, couldn't help but stop writing and quietly raised his eyebrows.
ear.
"Judging from the transcript, that person was threatened by the real criminal with the life of his wife and child before committing the crime. He himself is a good person who supports charity every year."
Mouri Kogoro took the photocopied photos he took from Takagi Wataru and pointed at one of them: "Here, do you see? These are donation records that can be found in the Red Cross."
"Huh? What is that thing in this photo?"
Conan, who had put down his homework at some point, sneaked over to the table, stood up on tiptoes, reached out and took out a photo from under Mouri Kogoro's nose, and pointed at the words on it with confusion.
"That was a provocation sent by the prisoner to the police." Mouri Kogoro, holding his chin in one hand, looked impatient.
provocative?
Randomly picking up a few other photos and looking through them, Conan completely forgot about his homework and fell into deep thought as if no one else was around.
No, that’s not right, this should look more like the criminal’s crime warning——
"Okay kid, put away your detective games. This is not something you, a child, should watch. Go do your homework."
"..."
Due to his identity, Conan could only watch the stack of photos being taken away from him by Kogoro Mori, unable to resist.