Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 56 The Messenger of God Comes [Chapter Three]

"Miwako, get up, get up. Uehara-kun is about to drive over, what do you look like lying on the bed, really."

In the early morning, Tokyo, the Sato house where every inch of land is expensive.

Sato's mother, who came back from the outside with a vegetable basket, saw the uneaten breakfast in the kitchen. After changing her slippers at the entrance, she couldn't help but walked up to the second floor and knocked on her daughter's closed door.

"Well...Okay, mom, don't knock on the door, I'll get up right away, right away..."

In the bedroom, Miwako Sato, who had no image of a goddess, was sleepy, her right hand struggled to get out of the bed, and she grabbed the mobile phone placed by the bed——

Look at the time, 7:11.

"Aha..."

Scratching her messy short hair, Miwako Sato, who was wearing blue and white plaid pajamas, couldn't help but yawned several times in a row, and went through the mailbox first when she got up.

After confirming that there was no urgent incident, we started to clean up those advertising spam.

"Mom, isn't your wake-up call a little early?"

"It's still early? Uehara-kun has to pick you up and go to and from get off work every day these days, can't you let people wait to know, I would rather get up early and wait after dinner—"

"I'm off to brush my teeth, Mom."

"Hey, you child, you don't listen to what mom says, do you? Let me tell you, you are old now, and almost all of your mom's college classmates have become grandmas or grandmas, but you still stay at home every day... "

The bathroom door was ajar, and my mother's nagging was as usual.

Relying on the beauty of God's meal, Miwako Sato, who quickly brushed her teeth and washed her face, quickly regained her spirits and simply put on some cream, completely ignoring the wind.

Sato's mother, who had talked a lot, could only sigh helplessly when she saw this: "You, you must learn to grasp the opportunity in front of you, and don't regret it when you lose it later."

Miwako Sato, who was changing clothes, was very melancholy: "Mom, you should play mahjong with Uehara less in the future."

If she continued to fight, she wondered if her mother would tie her up with a rope while she was asleep and send her to someone's door one day.

"That can't be done, I have never met a player as good as Uehara-kun. Let me tell you, I let him teach me several moves a few days ago, and these days I have already killed the entire mahjong parlor gone."

"..."

Facing her mother's showing off and nagging, she answered every sentence without a word. After breakfast, Miwako Sato jumped up as if a spring was attached to her buttocks when she heard the sound of a car horn coming from downstairs outside. : "Mom, I went to work."

The middle-aged beautiful woman in a kimono stood by the window, watching with a smile on her daughter's face as she ran downstairs, walked out of the house, and got into the magenta Mitsubishi EVO.

"Auntie, good morning."

Katsumi Uehara, who was wearing a British green suit, leaned against his car, raised his head and greeted the woman upstairs with a smile.

"Good morning Uehara-kun, drive slowly on the road and pay attention to safety."

"no problem."

Miwako Sato, who was sitting in the passenger seat, had completely given up treatment, and she should not be able to shake this deep friendship for a while.

"Did you earn your tuition in Keio by playing mahjong and poker?"

After Katsumi Uehara returned to the car after exchanging greetings with his mother, Miwako Sato, who was sending an email to Chiba Takagi, glanced at him.

"you guess?"

"I do not guess you guess guess?"

"It's boring." Uehara Katsumi pouted, closed the car door and turned the key: "Have you notified Takagi and the others?"

"Just after the notification, they should have gone directly to Sayuri Matsumoto by now. What about you, have the autopsy results come out?"

"The preliminary results came out, and Cheng Shi sent me an email. Oh, yes, and, please take a look at this." Just as he was speaking, Katsumi Uehara, who was about to step on the accelerator, took a document bag from the back seat of the car and handed it to him. In front of the partner.

"what is this?"

"I found a clue last night. The No. 7 deceased in the serial murder case—that is, the truck driver may allow us to catch the murderer's feet."

"Suzuki Freight Company...a list of raw materials?"

"Yes, I won't go back to the Metropolitan Police Department with you after I get the autopsy results later, I need to go to Suzuki to confirm whether my idea is correct.

"If the number is correct, then the murderer may have taken advantage of the convenience of the truck driver to hide the bomb in the restaurant's refrigerator where the ingredients are stored, so no one was found. The murder should be a murder. "

Katsumi Uehara, who drove straight to Mihua Central Hospital, briefly explained his conjecture last night.

If the list of goods found at Suzuki Freight can be matched with the packaging bags picked up at the explosion site, then this conjecture is very likely.

This is undoubtedly a direction worth digging deeper, at least when the current serial murder case is at a loss.

"Indeed, I hope the autopsy can also give us good news."

Flipping through the comparative information and speculative handwriting made by Katsumi Uehara last night, Miwako Sato couldn't help but glanced at his eyes.

..................................................................

"Actually, I don't know if these results count as good news."

15 minutes later, Mihua Central Hospital, Aso Office.

Asahi, in a white coat, lifted the papers in his hand and handed them to the couple in front of him: "From the autopsy results, the arms and hands of the seven deceased had bruises to varying degrees, which shows that They all resisted to varying degrees before they were alive, but they were tied up in the end;

"Among them, No. 1 deceased—that is, the neurology doctor of Mihua Central Hospital, had a wound on the inside of his cheek, which indicated that he had been severely slapped before his death. Among the seven deceased, He's the only one with that condition."

Accompanied by Aso's truthful words, Katsumi Uehara and Miwako Sato, who opened the image and text materials in their hands, couldn't help being stunned: "Slap?"

"Yes."

Asagi nodded firmly, and pointed to the paper in the hands of the two at the same time: "In addition, the preliminary toxin test showed that the blood alcohol concentration of the deceased was 0.2; moreover, I also found a small amount of AIDS in the bodies of the seven deceased. Germany and the United States exist, and the inspection results are on page seven."

"Edme?"

Miwako Sato, who hastily turned to the seventh page, frowned: "What is that?"

"It's an amphetamine drug. Some models use it to help them lose weight." Katsumi Uehara flipped through the report in his hand and replied without looking up.

"...?"

"...?"

"What's wrong? Why are you two looking at me like this?" Uehara Katsumi looked up, and suddenly found that Miwako Sato and Aso were both looking at him, a little strange: "Did I say something wrong?"

Asahi glanced at his friend strangely: "In fact, the correct use of Admiral is to treat ADHD patients, and it is not a wise choice to use drugs such as amphetamines to help lose weight."

Katsumi Uehara immediately made a zip gesture: "Just pretend I didn't say it."

"But if that's the case, could it be that the seven deceased all had ADHD? The murderer only picked ADHD patients?" Miwako Sato, who was flipping through the inspection report, was puzzled.

Asahi shrugged honestly: "Not necessarily. If amphetamines are taken for a long time and overdose, the human body is very likely to become addictive, so they are strictly controlled."

"..."

"It seems that the seven of us who died were not good people in the eyes of their relatives and friends." Katsumi Uehara's eyelids twitched, and his eyes fell on the description of Edmy's ingredients and the value of blood alcohol content in the autopsy report.

"My suggestion is that you should do more research on the first deceased. As a neurologist, he has access to such drugs. Moreover, ADHD is also within the scope of neurology."

After completing the autopsy results, Asahi pointed to the last page of the report: "In addition, I made a simple reconstruction of the murder weapon based on the traces of fatal wounds on the seven deceased——

"At present, it can be preliminarily concluded that the murder weapon is an extremely narrow tetrahedron, with a thinner tip and thicker as it gets closer to the bottom. In addition, there are many glass fragments that are difficult to detect with the naked eye in the wound of the deceased, as if it was killed along with the murder weapon. brought into the body."

The two who turned to the last page glanced at the painting of the soul that looked like the crushed Tokyo Tower and looked at each other. Seeing it, Asahi couldn't help coughing in embarrassment: "Ahem, anyway, this is the result of the inspection."

"I understand. Thank you for your help, Dr. Aso. For the reward, the police will break into the bank account you provided." Miwako Sato, who closed the report, thanked him solemnly.

"You're welcome, let's cooperate with the police and the people." Glancing at the smiling Uehara Katsumi, Aso Shishi's accent on the second half of the sentence was extremely heavy.

"Brother, next time I invite you to go fishing on Moon Shadow Island."

"roll."

Asahi couldn't help but cursed with a smile.

Seeing that Katsumi Uehara has such a good relationship with this man, Miwako Sato was a little curious at first, until she received a call——

"Hello? I'm Sato."

"Satou, something happened."

Rice Flower Town, home of Sayuri Matsumoto.

Chiba, who was in the living room, squatted down with the general's belly stretched out, picked up a metal card from the glass fragments all over the floor, suppressed the shock in his heart, and his voice was trembling.

"What? What happened Chiba?"

"Sayuri Matsumoto was kidnapped by the prisoner, and he still left a card. However, compared with before, the content on the metal card is no longer the four letters "NEXT", but changed to text."

"Word?"

"Correct."

Chiba Kazunobu swallowed hard, and read the message on the card word by word——

"The ferocious beast's eyes were red with hunger in the cheers, and the mournful fighter swung his deadly spear at his companions in despair;

"Brilliant fireworks cheered the victors, and the life in the cage shrank in a corner and shivered.

"Times flow, years change;

"The envoys chosen by God listened to the pious prayers and witnessed the absurd epic once again, in this sad and sinful world.

"When the blood and the salute wake up the dead gods, the punishment has begun;
"I am an angel of God.

"May God have mercy on the world, Amen."

　Three more!praise me!

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