Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 212 Players and the Mahjong Table
"Really, it seems that you have a great obsession with not being shot by me on the spot."

Hearing the words, not only did Uehara Katsumi's eyes not change as expected, but he put one hand back on the back of the interrogation chair, his upper body was slightly tilted back and his raised Erlang legs were slightly shaking, and he met him with great interest. Watching: "Is that all you want to die, Gin?"

Qin Jiu was not angry when he saw this, but the sarcasm raised at the corner of his mouth became more dazzling, and he answered the question: "From the data, Officer Uehara, you seem to be very good at playing mahjong? The winning rate can be said to be outrageously high." Where?"

"Mahjong is essentially a game of luck mixed with human heart games and probability calculations.

"Being able to clearly pass the cards played by the opponent in each round and combine the current situation to find out what cards may be left in the opponent's hand can increase the chance of winning a lot; on this basis, further players will pass the opponent Read and guess the opponent's micro-expressions and make corresponding judgments.

"If you can do the above two steps almost perfectly, it's easy to win money playing mahjong, unless you meet a unicorn-like opponent with unlucky luck."

Katsumi Uehara, who seemed to be talking about some interesting topic, narrowed his eyes slightly, and tapped the surface of the chair with his left index finger resting on the back of the chair: "Mr. Pretty broad."

"No, I'm just reminding you that this is your greatest weakness."

Even though he was firmly locked in place and could not move for a moment, Gin gave the impression that at this moment he was a lone wolf still running freely in the mountains oppressing his prey, his eyes were bloodthirsty and joking: "Are you in this game of cards?" I played a card that I didn't expect at all, and I was able to win money and leave immediately, but my heart softened at the last kick that completely kicked me out of the gambling table."

"There is no way, who made me the most caring policeman in the world, I just can't see people going bankrupt and living on the streets, and finally reduced to consumables for begging for food every day."

Rubbing his nails, Katsumi Uehara shrugged irresolutely: "After all, I used to know a poor man who was bankrupt and begging for food every day. After being sick, he couldn't go to the hospital and lay down for a week before he gradually recovered. I couldn’t bear to look directly at him, and every time I passed by, I would throw some bread and milk coins into his bowl to show his encouragement.”

"..."

The corners of Miwako Sato's eyes twitched a few times as she sat aside and opened the notebook while holding the ballpoint pen. The tip of the pen stayed on the paper for a while, but she still failed to record this unreliable Uehara-style self-promotion.

"Love is the most disgusting hypocrisy in the world, and it is an excellent gimmick for self-satisfaction, self-touching and self-marketing."

Under the watchful eyes of the two, Gin with his head raised slowly closed his eyes, and put on an uncooperative attitude: "And now, I have come back and won, Uehara Katsuji."

"..."

"..."

Uehara Katsumi's brows were almost wrinkled into a Sichuan shape, Gin's firm tone made him confirm his guess almost instantly: "Satou, send this black box containing the bomb to the police hospital, let Vodka personally Open it, he was so trusted before, it is impossible not to know the password."

"?"

Miwako Sato, who never expected the interrogation to end so quickly, was stunned for a rare moment, and didn't ask why when she recovered, but nodded numbly, got up and began to clean up the things on the table: "I see. "

After the two left, Qin Jiu slowly opened his eyes, turned his head and glanced at the closed door again, his gaze was so deep that the previous bloodthirsty and banter were gone.

On the corridor outside the interrogation room, Miwako, who was carrying the black box and documents, was walking to keep up with her partner. Finally, she couldn't suppress the doubts in her heart: "Uehara, what are you talking to him? Detective Uozuka has just been released from the intensive care unit. He Need a break, we can call him directly—"

"If the password given by Vodka is wrong, then all of us present in the police station will die under the explosion of this bomb." Uehara Katsumi walked out without stopping, and the expressionless words directly interrupted him. The woman next to him was puzzled: "As Qin Jiu said, he and I have already sat at the gambling table.

"At this kind of table, the players against each other try to figure out what cards the other party has, based on what cards the other party has played.

"So every time a player plays a card, he is not pursuing perfection, but trying to calculate the probability of winning according to the current situation as much as possible, and decisively play the cards in his hand that must be discarded in order to get the best situation for the remaining cards in his hand. Excellent solution."

"...You mean, Agent Uozuka is a card that Gin gave up?"

Miwako Sato quickly grasped the point, and asked back: "But when Detective Uozuka appeared in our field of vision to provide the inside information of the winery, you still haven't found a chance to capture gin. Can he predict the future?"

"No, vodka isn't a card that gin forgoes."

Pushing open the door, Katsumi Uehara, who returned to the third-line corridor, expressed his speculation: "On the contrary, Gin himself is the card that was discarded."

"?"

"Just like a master who plays too much mahjong is prone to bad luck, his luck is not so good this time. Belmode's being followed caused him to fall into a deadlock almost instantly. The only thing he can do Yes, it is to put it to death and then live."

Quickly returning to the office area of ​​the third department, Katsumi Uehara, who moved the blackboard to his desk together, raised his hand to Sato and continued to write and draw on it.

After a while, the large-scale content has already occupied Miwako Sato's field of vision.

Among them, the names of Gin, Vodka, Wada Saburo, Uno Tadashi, Morohoshi Toshio, and Masuyama Kenzo were drawn in an additional circle, connected with each other with curved lines, and the tip of the pen marked each line separately. question mark--

After writing all this, Uehara Katsumi turned the pen for a while as if no one was there, and raised his hand to erase the circle on the name "Uno Tadyoshi" while concentrating on it, and drew a cross on the curve under his name.

"Satou, ask Chiba, Takagi and Shiratori to take turns and immediately secretly monitor all the actions of Mr. Wada. Keep quiet. It's best to go into detail until he knows what color underwear he wears before going to bed with his mistress at night."

"okay, I get it."

Out of trust in her partner, Miwako Sato just took one last look at the man who took time out of her thoughts to order her, and turned and left with crisp short high heels.

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Tokyo, Midoridai Police Hospital.

Vodka, who was dressed in a blue and white hospital gown, had a few bandages wrapped around his head. While looking at the blue sky outside the window, his eyes flickered with solemnity from time to time——

Suddenly, there was a clear knock on the door.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

"Please come in."

"I'm sorry to disturb your rest, Detective Uozuka, but we need your help with something now." The heroic Miwako pushed the door in with a rectangular black box, and politely turned to the strong man lying on the hospital bed. nod.

"If I can help, sure."

Vodka smiled kindly, and responded immediately: "To be honest, I was really surprised and pleasantly surprised that your Tokyo police were able to find Gin's stronghold this time for a surprise attack."

"It's all thanks to Chris Binyard, without her we wouldn't have been able to do this, and now probably only Gin and Keir are kept in the dark."

Miwako Sato smiled, and raised the black box in her hand: "Let's talk about business first. Excuse me, Agent Uozuka, do you know how to open it?

"The explosives disposal team can't open and dismantle the bomb without detonating it. According to their inference, the structure of the bomb inside doesn't even work for signal shielding. They can only be blocked by the physical shaft that rotates after entering the correct password." Detonate."

"... I seem to have seen gin used for this thing."

Seeing the black box, Vodka rubbed his chin with one hand as a memory, and said thoughtfully: "He often uses this detonation structure to store secret documents and materials. If I remember correctly, the password should be 8936. "

"8936?"

"Yes, Gin has always used this password, and it should be the same if nothing happens." Vodka nodded, and then waved to her: "Officer Sato, give it to me, and I'll try it."

"it is good."

Miwako Sato hesitated for a while, but still handed over the black box, and took the vodka, fiddled with the password keys to adjust the four numbers, but the next second, the black box did not open as he thought——

?

"not good!"

Seeing this, Miwako Sato's expression changed suddenly, and she grabbed the black box from Vodka's hand and threw it out of the window!

boom! ! ! !

In an instant, a violent explosion exploded over the entire Lutai Police Hospital! ! !

The flickering light reflected into Vodka's horrified eyes!

"how come?!"

Obviously this is the password, right? !

"I'm Sato! Don't be nervous, it's just a bomb."

Miwako Sato, who finished everything in a flash, let out a sigh of relief, and waved to the guards and policemen who rushed into the ward in an instant, but in her pocket, the screen of her mobile phone, which had been dark all the time, suddenly lit up——

The words "Call ended" were very clear in the dark.

"Is the password 8936..."

In the Metropolitan Police Department, Katsumi Uehara, who hung up the phone, twisted his seat, moved back a few positions with his strength, turned the pen in his hand, and looked at the real black box with a thoughtful expression.

Judging from the shocking sound of vodka, which was almost broken, it didn't seem fake.

Thinking about it, Uehara Katsumi reached out and opened the drawer, took out the tracking glasses in it, put it on, and walked out of the police station with the black box——

"Hey?"

"Conan, it's me. There's a bomb. I'll deal with it by myself. I'm afraid I won't be able to react in case of an accident. I need you to use Dr. Ali's props to help me."

　Put a small bowl~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)