Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 55 Truck Driver [Second]

Magnificent neon lights passed over the car window and turned on the man's face. EVO, who left from Sato's house, was not in a hurry to go home. Instead, he turned the intersection and drove in another direction.

The hustle and bustle of the night, accompanied by the bustling street scenes, came into Uehara Katsumi's eyes one after another, and the car body with the never-ending sound of the engine was shining brightly under the moonlight.

Mihua Town, 9-chome 23rd.

The building that was exquisite and luxurious yesterday has now become a cordoned ruin. Katsumi Uehara, who got out of the car, showed his ID to the staff who were still cleaning up the scene at night, put on gloves and masks, picked up the cordon and went inside go.

"Criminal Uehara, why are you here?"

"There is no clue about the case. Go back to the scene of the crime and have a look. Don't worry about me, just keep cleaning up."

After waving his hand to signal the person in charge of the scene not to pay attention to him, he looked intently at the ruins that had obviously been cleared out of a large open space. Katsumi Uehara was chewing gum, stepped on a pile of rubble with his right foot, and looked around with his hands on his hips——

There are blood-stained surfaces that have not been washed clean, and a large number of restaurant ingredients can be seen everywhere in the crevices of the gravel.

He was busy with the affairs of the Takasugi Foundation all afternoon, and only at night did he have time to return to the scene of the crime.

"Tricking Shiratori to come here means that in order to confirm whether he has arrived, the prisoner will definitely appear near this store, but Chiba did not find any suspicious figure at all in the surveillance."

Replaying the situation before the restaurant exploded in his mind, Katsumi Uehara tried to bring in what he encountered in the Takasugi Group in the afternoon——

"Considering that the prisoner once threatened that Kirino, it is very likely that he also threatened someone to let him sit in the restaurant with naked eyes instead of himself, and it is not far from Shiratori..."

Pacing to the place where he found Shiratori in the morning, Uehara Katsumi turned his head to argue his position: "Or, it is the monitoring of this restaurant. But the monitoring room is next to the back kitchen, not far from the source of the explosion..."

Find someone to watch the surveillance instead?
Or just find someone to be the naked eye?

Also, this new store opened, why did the prisoner choose this store?
And how did he get the bomb into the store?

The size of the bomb that can blow up the Shinkansen is not small, so a big thing should be eye-catching no matter where it is placed in the restaurant. There are so many waiters coming and going in this restaurant every day, has no one noticed anything unusual?

Even the owner of the restaurant was killed, or is the eighth person the prisoner really wanted to kill the owner of the restaurant?

After walking two steps deep into the ruins, Katsumi Uehara frowned when he suddenly felt the soles of his feet go soft.Looking down, several bullfrogs that had been blasted into charcoal by the explosion were trampled to pieces by him.
"Depend on."

Unable to curse secretly, Uehara Katsumi could only find a boulder with relatively sharp edges, and stepped on the sole of his shoe to rub it.

Someone not far away noticed his embarrassment, and immediately kindly reminded him: "Criminal Uehara, be careful, the more you go inside, the more these things will be. This restaurant is newly opened and has a lot of goods."

"Okay, I see, thanks—"

Ok?
Katsumi Uehara, who was grinding the stone, paused suddenly, and raised his flashlight to take a photo into the depths of the ruins while frowning. The busy figure and a pile of frog meat ingredients caught him in a daze for a few seconds.

"Criminal Uehara? Criminal Uehara?"

"I'm fine, sorry to disturb your work."

Katsumi Uehara, who came back to his senses, suddenly had a bright look in his eyes, took out his mobile phone and took a few photos of the messy scene at the scene, and then asked, "Have you seen the fragments of packaging bags for these ingredients? Are there any residues? It is best to have product batches and production companies."

"There is this one, but the information is incomplete." A field worker handed over a box containing several tattered bags that had stinked.

Even with a mask on, Uehara Katsumi could still smell a stench of blood after opening.

"Thanks, this is enough."

Under the suspicious eyes of others, Uehara Katsumi who took the box directly took it back to the car and drove away.

Metropolitan Police Department, the brightly lit office area of ​​the three divisions.

Katsumi Uehara, who was striding forward, returned to the blackboard full of cases to confirm the information of the No. 7 deceased who was killed in the serial murder case - the driver who worked for the freight company under the Suzuki consortium.

"I got you, bastard..."

Katsumi Uehara, who closed the file, immediately picked up the landline and made a call: "Hello, is this Suzuki Cargo? Is there anyone still on duty in your company?"

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"No."

Night, Maori Detective Agency.

Kogoro Mori, who was sitting at his desk drinking beer, hiccupped involuntarily, and then lay down on the table with a face of despair, and scattered all the photos held by his left hand on the table: "There is nothing at all. Progress, there is no resemblance to the deceased in the serial murder case, let alone the murderer.

"The only thing that is certain now is that the murderer is related to the case of our client's husband's death in a car accident, because Mrs. Miyazawa's husband decided to re-buy the fish tank where the corpse was buried."

"Eh? But didn't Criminal Uehara arrest someone and go back this afternoon?"

Mao Lilan, who was wearing an apron around her waist, took off her wet gloves and hung them behind the kitchen door. Hearing this, she couldn't help but groan.Edogawa Conan, who was sitting by the coffee table in the living room, writing his primary school homework, couldn't help but stop writing, and quietly pricked up his ears.

"Judging from the results of the transcript, that person committed the crime after being threatened by the real prisoner with his wife's life. He himself is a good person who supports charity every year."

Mori Kogoro held the photocopied photos he had taken from Takagi Tsutomu, and pointed to one of them: "Here, see, these are all donation records that can be found in the Red Cross."

"Huh? What's that on this photo?"

Conan, who didn't know when he put down his homework, slipped to the table, tiptoed and reached out to take a photo from under Kogoro Mori's eyes, pointing to the words on it, puzzled.

"That's a provocation sent to the police by the prisoner." Mori Kogoro rested his chin on one hand with a look of impatience.

provocative?

Randomly picked up a few other photos and flipped through them. Conan, who had completely forgotten about his homework, fell into deep thought as if no one was around.

No, no, this should look more like the criminal's premonition——

"Okay kid, put away your set of detective games, this is not something that a child like you should watch, hurry up and do your homework."

"..."

Due to his identity, Conan could only watch helplessly as Kogoro Mori took the stack of photos from him, unable to resist.

　Ask for tickets~Please follow up~
　　Put a small bowl~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)