Not to mention anything else, the scale of this crime is the largest that Katsumi Uehara has ever seen in his career, and the circumstances are also the most complex that he has ever seen in his career.
Not to mention bombs, a thing where all living beings are equal.
No matter what, I get a headache.
He had only been working as a police officer for about a year, so it was unfortunate that he could still end up in such a bad position.
Turning the pen in his hand, Uehara Katsumi gradually made up his mind and took the notebook and started to write a draft of the application.
Regardless of whether this conjecture is correct or not, as a police officer, you cannot let go of even the slightest possibility, even if there is a 99% chance that this possibility will be in vain in the end.
There are so many large football stadiums in Tokyo, and if you want to investigate them one by one, you need the cooperation of the members of the mobile team's explosive ordnance disposal squad.
And just when he was about to start writing furiously, Mouri Kogoro arrived.
To be more precise, Yuka Miyazawa arrived.
"Uehara Criminal."
"Detective Mori? You are really competent as a guardian." Seeing the classic blue suit-skinned version of Conan following Kogoro Mori, Katsumi Uehara felt an unspeakable feeling in his heart.
Mouri Kogoro, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, could only smile awkwardly and repeat what he had said to Miyazawa Yuka before: "Sorry, sorry Uehara Criminal, my daughter is already here to pick her up.
Conan is on his way, and he will never run around and affect your work."
"It's okay, I understand."
Putting down his paper and pen, Katsuki Uehara waved to an idle police officer not far away: "Tasho, please come and make notes for the Mori detective. You can mainly ask about the relevant content of the case. Then arrange for this person named Jiang
Children of Conan Togawa.”
"good."
The police officer who was called responded, then glanced at the workstations of Takagi and Chiba, and asked curiously: "Where are Takagi and Chiba?"
"Both of them are out investigating serial murders."
Uehara Katsumi, who returned to his work station and picked up the record book, waved to Miyazawa Yuka, who was wearing a black down jacket. Hearing this, he turned his head and said: "There are two new clues that they need to follow, and they won't be able to come back for a while.
"
The first deceased doctor who needed to be investigated after the autopsy and the Suzuki freight driver who was found to be possibly connected to the murderer. When Katsumi Uehara himself had to come back to question Miyazawa Yuka, these two lines could only be handed over to Qian.
Ye and Takagi went to follow.
"Kid, be good and don't run around causing trouble to others, do you understand?"
"Okay~"
On the other side, after warning Conan, Kogoro Mori was also taken away by the police and asked for information related to the case.
Watching the four figures leave, Conan, who was still acting like a good boy, immediately jumped off the chair, turned his head left and right to look around, and pressed the button on the frame of the tracking glasses.
Suddenly, a map showing the way appeared on the lens of his right eye.
However, after seeing the location of the target displayed on the map, Conan couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and even gently pulled down his glasses to confirm.
What's going on, this policeman named Uehara Katsumi... just put the evidence box on his desk?
Conan Edogawa, who was full of doubts, did find his bug in the box after stepping on the chair...
Is it because I was too busy that I never checked?
…………………………………………
"That day...thank you for holding an umbrella for me and supporting me."
In the inquiry room, a look of embarrassment appeared on the face of the woman who sat on the chair after opening the door: "I didn't expect that we would meet again in this way."
"That's what any man with gentlemanly demeanor would do. I didn't expect that we would meet again in this way." After closing the door, Uehara Katsumi smiled and pulled up the chair to sit down, placing the notebook and pen on the table.
At the corner, he stared at the woman in front of him.
The elegant black down jacket covered her good figure, her jet-black hair was tied into a circle at the back of her head, and she wore a pair of fluffy short boots under her blue jeans;
The facial features that are not too delicate are painted with light makeup, and the scowl between the brows is lighter than when he was at the door of the Tokyo Prefectural Prosecutor's Office.
"You suddenly want to ask me, has my husband's sex made any progress?" Miyazawa Yuka looked at the man in front of her with hope.
"Ahem, barely, but we have to confirm one thing first before we make a decision." Uehara Katsumi pursed his lips, coughed and nodded: "Mrs. Miyazawa, did your husband tell you in detail before he died?
But what is the secret he knows?"
"Secret? Haven't I answered this question before? You can look through my transcripts. I don't know anything."
Miyazawa Yuka, who thought it was some kind of breakthrough problem, had confusion in her eyes: "Another reason why I hired the Mori detective is that I hope he can help find out what the secret is. I think it is this secret that caused me to
The husband was killed.”
"Okay, let's change the question. Where were you between 8 o'clock and 10 o'clock last night?" Uehara Katsumi, with his elbows resting on the table, leaned his upper body forward slightly, his eyes watching every expression on the woman's face, and said seriously.
.
"Eight to 10 o'clock? I'll meet the people from the insurance company and then go home."
Miyazawa Yuka's face darkened as she gradually realized why she was being questioned again: "Wait a minute, Officer Uehara, are you suspecting me? Suspecting me of killing my husband?"
"Are you kidding me? Why are you police officers so outrageous?"
"No, no, no, Mrs. Miyazawa, you are worrying too much. I am just making a routine inquiry." Uehara Katsumi waved his hand and smiled gently: "So, that means you have been in Cupido Town since 10 o'clock last night.
At home?"
Miyazawa Yuka took a deep breath and could not hide her dissatisfaction: "Yes."
"Then what did you do at home? Take a bath? Shower? Cut fruit? Clean?"
"First take a shower, then change clothes, clean the house, and wash the furniture; then pray for my husband, and then go to bed after praying."
"Then did Sayuri Matsumoto come to your house around midnight?"
Miyazawa Yuka opened her mouth subconsciously and was about to answer, but suddenly paused when she reached her mouth. After looking up at Katsuki Uehara, her tone contained anger: "Officer Uehara, what do you mean?"
"literal meaning."
The gentle smile on Uehara Katsuki's lips gradually faded, and his right index finger tapped the table regularly: "You just need to answer me yes or no."
"no."
"Very good, next question, how long have you known Matsumoto Sayuri?"
"I don't know what nonsense you are talking about. I don't know her at all! I only know that she is Takasugi Toshihiko's fiancée, and we have never met once."
The woman's voice was full of impatience as she kept crossing her arms to express emphasis: "What exactly do you want to ask, Officer Uehara?"
"What kind of car did you drive to meet with the insurance company last night?"
"My own car."
"Car model?"
"Benz."
"What's for dinner?"
“Sushi.”
“Where to eat?”
"Yin Lubo Sushi Restaurant, I met with people from the insurance company right after I came out of the Mori Detective Agency. Officer Uehara, what on earth are you——"
Uehara Katsuki narrowed his eyes slightly, saw the opportunity and interrupted: "Then what did you do when you got home last night?"
"Didn't I say it?! Take a bath, cut fruit, wash furniture—"
Miyazawa Yuka, who was completely impatient, paused and her voice stopped abruptly.
Uehara Katsuki pressed the ballpoint pen a few times, opened the notebook and made a "please" gesture to her.
"..."
Miyazawa Yuka pursed her lips and showed a bit of helplessness on her brows: "I do know Sayuri Matsumoto. I once visited her after my husband died."
"For what? Kill her to avenge your husband?"
"What? No, no, no, I'm looking for her to win her over."
Hearing this, Miyazawa Yuka's head suddenly shook like a rattle: "At that time, the police planned to conclude my husband's death as an accidental car accident. I had no choice but to win over Miss Matsumoto, because her father was a police officer.
The manager of the Office Search Section 1."
"Win over? You?" Uehara Katsumi stopped writing before writing a few words and raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"I saw the secret that my husband discovered in his USB flash drive, so I planned to use this secret to win over Ms. Matsumoto."
Miyazawa Yuka sighed: "But Miss Matsumoto said that she had known about this for a long time. I failed to win over her, so I had no choice but to shamelessly kneel down and beg Miss Kujo Reiko."
"Already known? What secret?"
"Takasugi Toshihiko plans to poison his fiancée, Sayuri Matsumoto, on their wedding day."
"..."
"It's true, I didn't lie!" Seeing Uehara Katsumi's speechless expression, Miyazawa Yuka, who thought he didn't believe her, hurriedly said: "My husband must have been silenced because he knew this secret!"
"So, what on earth were you doing last night?"
"...I'm trying to buy some people with money..." Miyazawa Yuka paused: "Not the kind who can see the light."
"……you--"
"What did you say?!
!”
As soon as Katsuki Uehara's words left his mouth, a loud voice that could shock ordinary people suddenly came from outside the inquiry room——
"Check! Check it for me!
You can’t even catch him at the entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department?! Check it for me!
!”
The roar of Megure Thirteen was deafening. The confused Uehara Katsumi couldn't help but get up and open the door, leaning on the door frame and looking towards the office area.
"what happened???"
"I do not know."
"It seems that the serial murderer sent another letter to the Metropolitan Police, saying that the chips are in place and the game begins."
——?!
Katsuki Uehara, who was leaning against the door frame, suddenly shrank when he heard the discussion of his colleagues!