"What's wrong? What happened? Why is there such a fuss?"
Interrogation area.
Apparently hearing the noisy noise outside, Miwako Sato opened the door of the interrogation room and hurried out, just in time to meet Katsumi Uehara coming out of the interrogation room.
"It sounds like the prisoner sent another letter?"
Turning around, he gave Miyazawa Yuka, who was sitting on the chair, a sign not to move. After closing the door, Uehara Katsumi and Sato Miwako walked side by side to the office area.
Wearing an orange windbreaker, Mu Mu Shisan's face was as dark as water, and he was holding a letter in his hand.
Beside him, there was Mouri Kogoro with the same solemn expression.
Miwako Sato, who was confused, took a step forward, frowned and asked, "Police department, what's going on?"
"See for yourselves."
With an expressionless face, Mumu Shisan softened his tone slightly when he saw that the visitor was his beloved general, and he handed the letter in his hand to her.
"The chips are in place, the prompts have been distributed, and the game has begun. I hope you can win before the game time ends and don't let me down. Especially you, Officer Uehara, who impressed me so much."
Miwako Sato, who read out word for word what was written on the letterhead, suddenly raised her head, and her eyes couldn't help but turn to the man next to her.
Katsuki Uehara took a few steps forward, reached out and took the letter from his partner and glanced at it: "Police Department, who is sending this?"
"It's timely. The sender is a person named Sakai Jiro. We are checking for detailed information about him."
Megure Thirteen clasped his hands behind his back, his tone obviously suppressing the anger of being provoked: "I received a notification from Takagi and the others about Sayuri Matsumoto's kidnapping this morning. Obviously, this is a prisoner declaring war on our Metropolitan Police Department.
"Use Sayuri's life as a bargaining chip to declare war on us."
The huge office area could only fall into deathly silence for a while. Everyone present looked at the blackboard with the summary of this book written on it, and the atmosphere gradually became depressed.
This is a complete lunatic.
Almost instantly, this idea flashed through everyone's mind.
"According to Sato and Uehara-kun's description, there are 12 bombs left that the prisoner bought from the Shinkansen bomber. In other words, if we don't find the kidnapped Sayuri Matsumoto within the so-called game time, she will die.
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Megure Thirteen walked to the blackboard, picked up a pen, and drew a circle focusing on the two "bomb dealers" captured in the previous Shinkansen explosion.
"Message, the message on that card!"
With an ugly face, Miwako Sato dug out the metal card wrapped in the evidence bag from the evidence box: "The so-called game tips."
"This bastard..."
Even though he is no longer a criminal police officer, Mouri Kogoro still remembers his days as a police officer in his heart. His face was solemn: "Can you show me the reminder on it, Sato Criminal Police."
"Of course, Detective Mori."
Sato Miwako handed the card over, and Mouri Kogoro looked at it carefully for a while, but still couldn't figure out the reason.
"Uncle, show me!"
Conan jumped up and reached out to grab it, his eyes quickly scanning the contents on the card——
"Just stop it, little brat!"
Mouri Kogoro, whose temples were pulsing, was not used to it. He rolled up his sleeves and punched Conan, who was still alive and kicking just now, squatting on the ground and holding his head, crying in pain.
"Brother Maori, how are you doing? Do you have any ideas?" Due to the super reasoning ability shown by Kogoro Maori in the previous contacts, Megure Thirteen looked around at his subordinates and secretly thought in his heart.
He sighed and decisively asked him for help.
"Well... not yet. However, the warning letter says that the prisoner is a clergyman? Or a former clergyman?"
Mouri Kogoro, who was stroking his chin with the index finger of his right hand, put forward his first opinion.
"…………"
The prisoner is a ghost priest!
This is clearly a very symbolic image!
Conan, who was squatting on the ground, wiped away his forced tears. When he stood up, he almost staggered due to the specious reasoning of Mouri Kogoro.
Shaking his head, Conan looked at Uncle Maori who was having a heated discussion with the police. Conan sighed, and his young body quietly slipped out of the crowd. He walked to the blackboard and looked up at the extremely clear lifeline on the board——
First, it was a serial killing that lasted one corpse a day. There were seven dead in total, with different occupations;
Secondly, there is the policeman Shiratori Rensaburo who was sent to the hospital unconscious after being bombed in the Asahiju restaurant;
Finally, there is today's Sayuri kidnapping incident.
The prisoner's behavior became more radical each time.
If the prisoner was following a certain pattern, then what he sent——
Um?
Thinking about the selfless Conan, he suddenly came back to his senses when someone appeared next to him. He was about to use the trick of being cute that has been tried and tested in recent times, but he found that this person had no intention of paying attention to him at all——
Like him, this man was standing in front of the blackboard. He was chewing gum in his mouth, blowing bubbles from time to time, and his eyes were wandering back and forth on the content on the blackboard from beginning to end.
Something's wrong, something's wrong, what on earth does this guy want to do?
Uehara Katsuki frowned as he wrote down the instructions on the metal card on the blank space of the blackboard.
He had finally found all the possible connections with the murderer among the seven deceased people in the serial murder case, which showed his caution. But now, two letters of provocation and a crime tip directly destroyed this caution.
A mess.
"Damn."
After cursing under his breath, Katsuki Uehara took several deep breaths, repeatedly warning himself that he needed to calm down.
His train of thought must not be disrupted. This is most likely a method used by the murderer to disrupt the police's sight. His train of thought must not be disrupted.
Conan, who had his hands in his pockets, was looking at the crime reminder just written by Katsumi Uehara, and fell into deep thought again.
[The ferocious beast's eyes turned red with hunger in the cheers, and the sad fighter swung his fatal spear at his companions in despair;
The bright fireworks cheered the victors, while the life in the cage shrank in a corner and shivered...]
If these two sentences refer to the Colosseum in ancient Rome, is it the football stadium with the most similar shape or some comprehensive sports venues?
But if this is the case, what do the following words mean?
Does it represent time?
No, that's not right either. This explanation doesn't fit.
"Ring ring ring!"
Suddenly, a sudden ringing of the phone attracted everyone's attention.
Under the gaze of everyone behind him, Uehara Katsumi took out his mobile phone and pressed the answer button: "Takagi?"
"I found it, Uehara Criminal!"
On the other end of the phone, there was a hint of excitement in Wataru Takagi's voice: "People at Suzuki Freight have confirmed that one of the goods transported by the seventh deceased was a batch of ingredients purchased by the Asahiju restaurant that exploded.
"In addition, Chiba also found out the name of the person who had a conflict with the first deceased and slapped him."
Uehara Katsuki's eyes lit up: "What's your name?"
"That's the Kirino Keiichi you captured yesterday afternoon."