Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 80 Alternate alibi

The handwriting is very illegible, but it does not prevent people from reading it.

Judging from the pen, Miwako Sato can even imagine the murderer's unconvinced face when he wrote this sentence.

Bet your life.

The last time I bet was Sayuri Matsumoto and the sickness of the hospital patients;

This time, the bet is on the lives of Takasugi Toshihiko and Suzuki Ayako.

It's just that the difference from last time is that this time the prisoner didn't leave any warning information, and there was only this note that he wanted to gamble his life again.

"This bastard."

Clutching the evidence bag wrapped in the note, Sato Miwako was itching with hatred.

This is obviously putting Uehara Katsumi on the fire.

"What about the monitoring? When did the monitoring show that he left?"

"I've checked, and the apartment's surveillance shows that Kirino Keiichi returned home at 20:17, and then went out at 21:14, driving a black Honda car. But according to the monitoring results obtained by the traffic department It shows that the license plate number of the black Honda car disappeared after entering Kudo-cho 3-chome 27.

"According to speculation, the prisoner should have changed cars. Judging from the scope of monitoring, the investigation point should be between 3-chome 27th and 6-chome 3rd."

"Katocho..."

Listening to the police officer's report, Katsumi Uehara, who was looking across the hallway at the interior of the apartment, frowned, and turned to look at his partner: "Where is Yuka Miyazawa's address in Kabado-cho?"

"5-chome 21, I'll let someone go and have a look." Miwako Sato, who understood in seconds, immediately took out her phone.

"Remember to ask the Traffic Section to check the vehicles under the name of the Miyazawa family and the vehicles under the name of Yukiya Natsukikawa."

"I see."

Miwako Sato nodded, stepped aside and started talking on the phone.Katsumi Uehara took the gloves handed over by the police officer and put them on, and began to search for the traces left by Keiichi Kirino in the apartment.

The first thing that catches the eye is the big photo frame placed on the TV cabinet in the living room. In the photo is a family with ordinary appearance but extremely happy smiles——

The ordinary-looking man took off his suit jacket, and his bulging muscles with sharp edges and corners stretched his white shirt to the full in his deliberately funny posture;
Beside the man, a woman in a white dress wearing a pink sun hat smiled gently.Her slender fingers lightly landed on her husband's well-developed biceps. Facing the camera, there was a bit of embarrassment between her brows;
In front of these two people, a short-haired girl who was in her prime was sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding a glass trophy on her head that looked a little like Tokyo Tower from the front, smiling happily.White T denim, youthful.

Judging from the girl's age, this photo should have been taken five years ago, before Keiichi Kirino was imprisoned for fighting with weapons.

This trophy should also be an award of some kind of competition——

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Katsumi Uehara stared fixedly at the glass trophy held high above his head by the short-haired girl in the photo. What Aso Shi said after restoring the structure of the murder weapon rang in his ears——

The murder weapon is an extremely narrow tetrahedron, thin at the top and thicker towards the bottom.At the same time, there were still some glass shards that could not be detected by the naked eye in the wounds of the deceased.

If I remember correctly, Aso actually drew a soul painting similar to squashing the Tokyo Tower from top to bottom.

And now...

Katsumi Uehara frowned, carefully looking at the trophy in the photo - from the front, it has the same tapered top as the Tokyo Tower, and it unfolds in a rectangular shape as it goes down.Unlike Tokyo Tower, it has no gaps and is directly connected to the trophy base.

Although the angle of this photo is not very friendly to the trophy, Uehara Katsumi can also see the thickness of the side, which is an irregular tetrahedron.

Uehara Katsumi subconsciously raised his hand to make a gesture.

If this thing is used as a murder weapon to kill people, it should be possible to use the sharp part at the top to invade the human body, but that has extremely high requirements on the strength of the user and the glass material of the trophy.

However, if it's a trophy...

The man holding the photo frame raised his head and kept looking around the living room. In the regular dining room, there were no trophies on the cabinets, only vases and some small objects.

Katsumi Uehara walked into the master bedroom of the apartment first after turning around the police officers and looking for something.

Some small and scattered trophies are placed crookedly in the display cabinet next to the dressing table, and there are many medals.

Walking forward, Katsumi Uehara, who opened the display cabinet, flipped through the trophies and medals, and even found many small cards with beautiful handwriting——

[Dad won another prize in the competition and invited me to a big meal celebration card. 】

【Dad is amazing! 】

【Father, come on! 】

【Dad, my mother and I will go to the scene to cheer for you! 】

【………】

Each small love card is full of daughters cheering for their father's game, and there are different forms of smiling faces drawn at the end of each sentence.

Katsumi Uehara stroked the material of one of the cards, and looked up at several photo frames on the bedside table—wedding photos, travel photos, and landscape photos of people and nature.

"Uehara, the situation is not quite right."

He opened the drawer of the bedside table and was looking at it. Not long after, Uehara Katsumi heard his partner's slightly anxious words.

"The monitoring found the car so quickly?"

"No, it's Yuka Miyazawa. Kogoro Mori reported that Yuka Miyazawa is missing." Miwako Sato shook her head with a serious tone: "Also, according to the surveillance near her home, she is probably one of the murderers."

"After going out at night, you never came back home?"

"Yes, not only that, according to Detective Maori, there is also a plastic figure of Masked Superman in the living room of her house, the glass seems to be broken by something, and there are water stains on the ground.

"She never came back after going out by herself, which means that she is the only one who can do these things. And the time she went out was 7:37 pm according to the monitoring, which means that her home is It is the first of the three scenes to be arranged like this."

Miwako Sato frowned. After going through this series of events, she was a little skeptical about the former criminal policeman who appeared at the crime scene several times: "Uehara, do you think it is possible that Mori Kogoro is also one of the suspects?"

"Him? Forget it, even if one day I kill someone, he won't kill someone." Katsumi Uehara shook his head with a smile.

As a criminal policeman, it's normal for Miwako Sato to have this idea. It doesn't mean that she can get rid of all suspicions by hanging the sign of a detective.

Who made him Maori Kogoro.

"Besides, yesterday was obviously the last action planned by them, so it doesn't matter if it's exposed. If Kogoro Mouri is the murderer, there's no need to hide it."

Katsumi Uehara, who handed the photo frame in his hand to Sato, narrowed his eyes slightly: "But now it seems that before the bodies of Keiichi Kirino's wife and daughter were found, they were all using the Metropolitan Police Department to create an alibi.

"The discovery of those two bodies is more like a signal to them, a signal that symbolizes the end."

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(End of this chapter)