"Tsk, tsk, look at me like this on TV, I'm really handsome and angular."
Mihua Central Hospital, Dean's Conference Room.
Leaning against the wall with his arms crossed in front of his chest, Uehara Katsumi raised his head and admired the photo of himself in the news with great interest. He couldn't help but bumped the woman next to him with his elbow: "Sato, do you think you will be attracted by some pretty girl just like this?"
A rich woman offered me $100 million to resign from the Metropolitan Police Department and become her bodyguard?
"Should I agree to it then?"
"you?"
Miwako Sato, who was receiving faxed information from her colleagues at the Metropolitan Police Department, couldn't help but turn her head and look the man up and down: "One hundred million US dollars?"
"It's not impossible to offer a discount of 50 million US dollars."
"Do you think beautiful rich women have so much money that they have no place to spend it?" Miwako Sato, who sorted out the documents she had received and turned away from the fax machine, raised her head and smiled and asked a question that could penetrate the depths of a man's soul.
Katsuki Uehara curled his lips and said disdainfully: "With my performance today, I can save more than 50 million US dollars in losses. If all the bombs at Mihua Central Hospital exploded, those equipment, cases, and even various data and research materials would be priceless treasures, not to mention
That’s a human life.”
"Really?"
It was okay not to mention this. As soon as this was mentioned, Miwako Sato, who was holding the document, stood up instantly, turned her head, narrowed her eyes and said: "Do you think you are brave? Do you know how dangerous it was at that time? Bullets hit the door?
Kick the door with your foot? Do you still want to defuse a bomb?"
"Are you worried about me?"
Uehara Katsuki chuckled and raised his eyebrows, his lips full of pride.
"no."
"Oh~"
Uehara Katsumi drew a long note, and Sato Miwako, who had long been accustomed to it, was too lazy to pay attention to it, and placed all the faxes sent from the Metropolitan Police Department on the main seat of the conference table.
TV news reports of brief police interviews have also passed.
"Anyway, you'd better be more careful next time. The prisoner is very dangerous and will kill someone."
"Well, I'll definitely do it next time."
Without any sincerity, Uehara Katsumi casually set up a large whiteboard and assisted Sato Miwako in pasting up the information faxed from the Metropolitan Police Department one by one.
"Where do you think the prisoner will attack next?"
"Who knows."
"Didn't you ask the other side to pass the information over and say that you probably already know it?"
"That's just a guess. If I guess wrong, I will be ruined."
"Do you still care about this?"
"What do you mean?"
When Mu Mu Shisan came back from the ward and opened the door to the conference room, the first thing that caught his eye was his two good subordinates standing in front of the blackboard, arguing with each other. He couldn't help coughing twice: "Cough."
cough."
They stopped talking in perfect agreement, and turned around as if nothing had happened. A group of police officers led by the first search section manager, Matsumoto Kiyonaga, suddenly found themselves mixed in with Kogoro Mori and Conan Edogawa, two extremely eye-catching people.
Conan, who noticed Uehara Katsumi's gaze, behaved like an elementary school student. He clung to his guardian's calf, eagerly waiting for him to take him home, just like a child waiting for the school bell to ring.
"Uehara Criminal Justice, you did a good job." Matsumoto Kiyonaga, whose daughter was successfully rescued, obviously put down the big stone in his heart, nodded to Uehara Katsumi, and praised him.
"Uehara-kun, you said before that you had roughly guessed the prisoner's next action plan. Is it true?" Megure Shisan, who was determined to let his subordinates perform in front of their superiors, lowered the brim of his hat and said in a condensed voice.
"Yes."
Uehara Katsumi's face turned serious when he talked about business. After Matsumoto, Megure, Takagi, Chiba, Mori and others all sat down, he curled up his right index finger, tapped the big whiteboard behind him and said in a condensing voice: "Before,...
When I went to the rooftop of Building 1, I noticed that the stairwell to the rooftop was actually closed.
“Not only is the door locked, but there is also a warning sign at the entrance prohibiting entry during construction.
"At that time, I thought of the fifth victim among the seven victims of [Serial Murder], who was a worker at a construction company owned by the Takasugi Foundation."
As soon as he finished speaking, Miwako Sato handed over a black marker. Katsumi Uehara took it and wrote the words "serial murderer" in the free space on the whiteboard.
"The Mumu Police Department asked the management staff responsible for building renovation and maintenance at Mihua Central Hospital, and they confirmed that the renovation project of Building 1 was handed over to Takasugi Construction.
"And the fifth victim in this serial murder case happened to be the worker responsible for the rooftop area on the top floor. Moreover, the forensics department also found the fifth victim's fingerprints on the scaffolding on the rooftop.
"In addition, the previous investigation records of the Shiratori Police Department's investigation into the serial killer also clearly stated the workplace and work content of the fifth deceased."
"You mean that the serial murders committed by the prisoner before were actually paving the way for subsequent actions, and were random killings?" Matsumoto Kiyonaga frowned as he looked at the documents Miwako Sato distributed to him.
"It's a foreshadowing, but it's not a random killing."
Uehara Katsuki shook his head and denied the manager's statement: "According to the autopsy results, the seven deceased serial killers all contained a small amount of Admiral, which is an amphetamine drug and there are cases of addiction.
It is a controlled substance.
"Moreover, the blood alcohol content of the seven deceased people was around 0.2, which is already the level of drunkenness. In other words, what these seven deceased people have in common is that they were addicted to amphetamines and drank a lot of alcohol before their deaths.
"
I got high on drugs, and my nerves were highly aroused, so I drank alcohol and got very drunk.
A preliminary outline of the demeanor of the seven deceased persons before their death has emerged.
"We have investigated the financial status of these seven deceased people during their lifetimes. Since drugs such as Admiral are not particularly expensive, they can all afford them."
Miwako Sato, who was in charge of distributing the information, raised the A4 paper in her hand and added. Uehara Katsumi then drew a circle on the head of the first serial murderer: "But the problem is that this type of controlled drugs needs channels.
, and among these seven people, only he, who is a neurologist, can do it.
"In other words, he is most likely the person who provided drugs to the other six people. No transfer records can be found, and it is most likely a cash transaction. So this is not a random killing, but a premeditated killing."
Neurologists, hospital security guards, fund managers, grooms, construction workers, power plant managers, truck drivers.
The occupations of the seven deceased persons are clear in Katsuki Uehara's writing.
"At the same time, after the explosion at the Asahiju restaurant, I found the connection between the seventh deceased and it."
Katsuki Uehara drew a straight line on the whiteboard to connect the two names: "Asahiju is a newly opened specialty restaurant that specializes in frog meat. Because it is newly opened, the restaurant has reserved a large amount of ingredients.
"The person who transported these ingredients to the restaurant was the seventh deceased who was a truck driver."
——?!
"Wait a minute, what do you mean?!"
After reacting, Mumu Shisan frowned, and his eyes immediately fell on the introduction of the identities of the first, second, and fifth deceased.
These three are a doctor from Mihua Central Hospital, a security guard from Mihua Central Hospital, and one is repairing buildings at Mihua Central Hospital——
The seventh deceased was delivered to the restaurant, which exploded;
The three deceased worked at Mihua Central Hospital, and the hospital almost exploded.
Doesn’t that mean?!
Mu Mu Shisan's eyes instantly fell on the names of the other three deceased people.
"There were a total of 13 bombs in the hands of the prisoners. One bomb was blown up in the restaurant, 8 bombs were used in the Rice Flower Central Hospital, and 1 bomb was tied to Sayuri Matsumoto. A total of 10 bombs were used. In other words, there are still the last 3 bombs left.
"
Uehara Katsumi knocked on the board and drew circles on the occupations of the last three deceased with a black marker——
Horse breeder working at Tokyo Red Corner Jockey Club;
Power plant manager working for Suzuki Electric Power;