Ogura Chizo stepped on the dead branches and leaves, staggering forward and running forward. While gasping for breath, he took out his mobile phone, tried hard to steady the shaking screen, and pressed out a number.
"I'm here at Takehara Cafe now, and the Osaka police are targeting me for some reason!"
He couldn't find anyone who could help him for a while, so he had a flash of inspiration and called several colleagues who had interacted with him: "I remember you are also based in Osaka - help me, help
I'll think of a way, I can't get caught!"
The other person was stunned. He didn't expect to receive such an explosive phone call in broad daylight.
Listening to Ogura Chizo's anxious tone and the vague police shouting in the background, he instinctively wanted to distance himself from the relationship: "No matter how close we are, we can't get closer than the police chasing you. Otherwise, you can do it yourself."
Think of a way?"
Chizo Ogura said harshly: "It doesn't matter if I am caught by the police, but you probably don't want to be betrayed by me."
The person opposite him clicked his tongue, as if he was deep in thought.
After a moment, he took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "It's definitely too late to save you now, you will definitely be caught by them."
Chizo Ogura was anxious: "You! You don't think I don't have evidence of your drug trafficking!"
"Why are you so anxious? I haven't finished speaking yet." The other person said, "If you are caught, you will be caught. Can't I just find a way to get you away from the police? - Fortunately, you are originally from Tokyo. Even if you are arrested by the Osaka police,
We must be escorted back to Tokyo for trial. This is our only chance. Listen carefully to what I say next..."
"good."
"good."
"Then leave it to you!"
Ogura Chizo hung up the phone, his despairing eyes regained their light.
He looked towards the river not far away, and while there were trees blocking the way from the police, he threw the phone into the middle of the river. Then he ran away from the river.
After crawling for another hundred meters, Chizo Ogura finally ran out of energy. His feet gave way and he was held down by the police behind him, with a peaceful expression on his face.
The policeman who was handcuffing him looked at his expression: "...?"
Is this guy's reaction not right? He's obviously been arrested, but why does he still act so confident and arrogant?
"Be honest!" He guarded the man cautiously without getting up. He waited for the colleagues behind him to arrive before carefully lifting this dangerous man up from the ground.
…
"Not bad, not bad. I solved a murder case and caught a fugitive on the run. I gained a lot today."
Returning to the police headquarters, the Otaki Police Department happily patted Jiang Xia on the shoulder, and patted Hattori Heiji and Conan evenly with rain and dew: "Thank you very much, otherwise things would not have gone so smoothly - but don't mess up next time.
I'm going through the suspect's bag. If you encounter someone who is being naughty, I'm afraid you might be in trouble."
"Okay!" Conan responded obediently, and his silky reply revealed a skill that has persisted despite repeated teachings.
Hattori Heiji didn't take this seriously. He was more concerned about another thing than this detail. He asked quietly: "Who is Ogura Chizo's trading partner, and what's going on with the sniper rifle?
"
Otaki Police Department waved his hand: "How can he have any trading partner? He came here to take refuge. He hopes that all his colleagues will treat him like nothing. As for that gun..."
Otaki Police Department sighed: "Ogura Chizo didn't know anything about it. When he heard there was a gun, he seemed a little scared. He was probably worried that someone wanted to silence him."
"I asked the police officers from the forensics department to send the gun for inspection, and they said that the sniper rifle this time was the same as the guns found several times before, and it did not leave any usable fingerprints.
"But this time, there were some other marks left on the gun body - the gun body had impact damage, it looked like it had been hit by a bullet, and it was the bullet fired from the shotgun used in the murder. In addition,
, there are still some drag marks on the gun, it should have been hung on a tree after being dragged away."
Hattori Heiji frowned, feeling his brain heating up: "Did that gun also use fishing line and steel wire, and was part of the murder? It doesn't feel right. Who would use such a good gun as a mechanism?
and……"
He swallowed back the second half of the sentence: And this kind of thing doesn't seem to be in line with the style of that black organization.
Hattori Heiji thought with some pain, trying to combine various anomalies and clues to restore the various events that happened in the mountains today.
However, a detective is like a manufacturing machine. If you just run idling without adding raw materials, you will never get the desired finished product.
Check out the correct version one by one!
Although this time it was not an idle run, it was obvious that the raw materials invested in him were not enough for him to complete his current reasoning.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look towards Jiang Xia: If Jiang Xia knows the true identity of Vodka, then he will definitely be able to combine what happened today...
Halfway through the thought, Hattori Heiji suddenly became alert. He pinched his thigh and forcibly looked back.
Hattori Heiji: "..." What's going on! I finally encountered an unsolved puzzle, and my first reaction was to go see Jiangxia? - This is different from the scumbag who immediately looked up the answer as soon as he read the question number.
What's the difference!
Besides, can you talk about the black organization freely? If not, it will be a custom-made silence ticket.
"Hattori Heiji, you are depraved. Looking for answers is not the way an Osaka detective should have thoughts and ideas." The famous detective in Kansai warned himself secretly, suppressed the shameful idea of taking shortcuts, and turned to the big screen without squinting.
Taki Police Department:
"Uncle Otaki, when you are taking notes, please ask more questions about the murderer, her two clerks, and of course Chizo Ogura - I always feel that there is another hidden story behind this matter."
The Otaki Police Department sighed quietly in their hearts: They have already confiscated 4 guns of unknown origin. Is there no hidden secret? But if you can't find it out, you can't find it out... Forget it, anyway, I agreed first and pretended that the police were doing their best.
, otherwise, if Heiji goes to investigate and is attacked from behind by some gun-wielding maniac, things will be in trouble.
Thinking this, he nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, leave it to us."
…
The police are working diligently to bring closure to the cases.
On the other side, Vodka and Calvados quickly ran out of the police's search range.
The surroundings were safe, and Calvados finally came to his senses. He recovered from the bruised and bruised pain on his body, took two breaths, and suddenly realized something: "Where is my gun?"
Vodka: "..." Your gun? Oh, it's Uzo's gun now. I saw it being dragged away by the cat with my own eyes.