How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police

"That's right, um, Miss Fujika, didn't you just run out to find the police?"

"Me? Police?"

A bit of doubt appeared on Urahara Toka's haggard face.

"Let me explain." Xin Haikong was finally willing to come in from the door.

"There will be no police and no police will come."

"Eh—why?"

"Because no one went to notify the police at all."

"But before we met Miss Fujika-"

"That's Urahara Yanka."

"Clam?"

It was so! Between the lightning and flint, Conan wanted to understand all the passages.

"You mean, Urahara Yanka pretending to be Urahara Fujika?" Matsuda understood.

"I'm very sorry and sorry to say that, but I've been waiting for you to come back, Miss Fujika Urahara." Xin Haikong looked at Fujika, her amber pupils gleaming with a gentle light, "Your mother and sister can go well for you. It took a lot of effort to get out of this whole case."

Urahara Fujika looked at her mother and sister in amazement.

"No, please don't say it again!" Urahara Mikiko, who was crying with her head down, raised her head and stared at Xin Haikong in a panic.

"Is this bloodstain familiar?" Shinkai pointed to the bloodstain on Urahara's skirt.

"Isn't this what she splashed on when she murdered?" Mauri still insisted on that opinion.

"Remember that when it rains, there is always water on the ground. If you step on it at this time, it will splash water, right?"

"Indeed, this shape is more like splashing from the ground than blood splashing from a height." Matsuda nodded affirmatively.

"Miss Fujika, the roses on the ground are still beautiful, thanks to your mother Mikiko Urahara. After cleaning the site, she brought a vase with roses from the lobby, stained with blood on the ground, and smashed the vase on the ground. On the ground, he directed and acted and let out a scream."

"That's why the blood on the fragments of the vase is stained, not the splattered blood that a murder weapon should have."

"To shut up!"

"Your sister Urahara Yanka put several layers of booster pads in her socks, wearing your most commonly worn geta, and chatted with us for nearly ten minutes by the hot spring pool. The mist and the very different heights made everyone All misunderstood, and this is to create an alibi for you."

"What nonsense are you talking about, these are just speculations without evidence." Urahara Yanka, who has always been gentle, also burst into a huge anger. She rushed up to stop Xin Haikong from continuing to speak, but was stopped by Xiaolan. .

"This plan is very comprehensive. One deceased and two suspects who have no alibi. No matter whether the murderer is Urahara Mikiko or Urahara Yanka in the end, you will all admit it."

"What's the meaning…"

"While I was waiting for Miss Urahara Fujika to come back, I kept thinking about whether to close the case or not, no one would know. A scum who only abuses his wife and daughter, he will die if he dies. And Miss Urahara, you still have a bright future.

If you take the admission letter and fly away, you will never come back for the rest of your life, and you will never remember that you have committed such a case in your life. Maybe it's a good ending, I think so. "

"Xinhai sauce..." Matsuda stood aside and watched silently.

Urahara Yanka fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face. Only then did she show real sadness.

"But there is one point you can never get around, and that is the wounds of the dead."

Conan cooperated to turn the dead man over. His wound was on the upper side of the back of his head.

"The deceased is 1.83 meters tall, you probably have to jump up to hit such a wound." Xin Haikong curved the corners of his mouth, "Only Urahara Fujika, who is much taller than other women, can make a mistake when he loses his mind. such a sin."

Xin Haikong bent down and looked at Urahara Fujika, who was kneeling on the ground, her amber eyes shimmering as usual.

He asked softly, "Aren't you still guilty?"

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"Shinkai-chan... why did you say that at the time?"

While Matsuda put the clothes folded by Xin Haikong into the suitcase, he still couldn't hold back the question.

The cell phone had a signal not long ago, they contacted the local police, and they were able to reach the mountain in about two hours. Mr. Maury volunteered to stay to guard the body, the crime scene and the prisoner, while the others went back to their room to pack up.

I was going to wait until the next morning to go back earlier, but when something like this happened, no one was in the mood to stay here. They should leave when the police arrive at the scene.

It's a pity that Shinkai has not yet figured out why Ishida Saichiro came here.

He thought about his own business in silence, completely ignoring Matsuda's question.

"New Sea Sauce!"

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"I said, why did you say that then?"

"What do you mean, 'Let's just close the case, no one will know', and what is 'a scum who only abuses his wife and daughter, and dies when he dies'?" Matsuda's tone suddenly become serious.

"It's just a little uncomfortable."

"...Is it because you found out last night that Fujika Urahara was raped? You didn't know what would happen later."

he knows. It was precisely because he had long known that people would die, but did not stop it, that he felt guilty. This case is avoidable.

"I know it's evil, but don't stop it, is it wrong?"

There is something wrong with his way of thinking. He only realized this now. If he knew that the person who would plant a bomb on Tokyo Tower was Matsuda, he would definitely choose to defuse the bomb; if he knew that someone would kill someone tonight, he would stay there and arrest him even if he didn't eat or drink. out the murderer.

But he is different.

"I don't know how you understand this. Human nature is diverse, and in fact, most people choose to stay on their own at this time. 'What does this have to do with me?' They will think. 'There will be someone else who will fix this'."

It's none of your business, hang up high. It turned out that he was just an ordinary person.

"In addition to these people, there will be a small group of people who have a stronger sense of justice and may do some just things. But these just things have a premise that they will not seriously damage their own interests. "

Human nature is selfish, and there is no reason to ask anyone to do things that seriously damage their own interests.

"There are very, very, very few people who are willing to sacrifice themselves for other people."

"What about you? Which one do you belong to?" Xin Haikong looked into Matsuda Jinping's eyes.

"Me? Probably the second type. I can't imagine a day when I'll give my life to protect something."

No, you belong to the third category. A fool who would sit on a Ferris wheel waiting for a bomb to explode.

"That's fine, at least you don't have to wait until someday for me to pick up your body."

"Hey-"

"Matsuda, do you think this case can be justified in self-defense?"

"Xin Haikong. That is something that the prosecution needs to consider. We are the police, and we are only responsible for catching the prisoners and restoring the truth of the case."

"I know."

The duty of the police is to catch the prisoner and let him accept the punishment of the law, not to try the prisoner on his own behalf of the law.

But he's not a policeman, he's an undercover agent.

Of course it can't be said.

"It's rare to see Matsuda you have such a police spirit."

"Don't be kidding, I just haven't found a chance to beat the police chief." Matsuda threw something that he didn't know what it was, and Xin Haikong caught it and realized that it was Matsuda who didn't know when to do it. Maple Leaf Bookmark.

They spent most of the time together these two days, and the time he spent alone was probably only when he slept this afternoon. Don't you mean it doesn't look good?

The most beautiful maple leaves are left in the most beautiful time.

"When did it become so poetic." Xin Haikong whispered.

Things have been packed. Matsuda is still dawdling.

"I'll wait for you in the hall!"

"Go quickly, don't dangle in front of me."

When Xin Haikong left, he took the door of the room with him and walked forward with his head lowered, but suddenly there was a shadow in front of him.

Whoever stops in front of him and doesn't leave? It really is.

He raised his head.

The man in front of him was wearing a suit, with a black shirt buttoned up to the top button, short light brown hair, and behind his flat glasses, his eyes that should have been squinted open without any scruples, and his dark green pupils gleamed. Staring at him motionlessly.

Okiya Subaru.

"The pressure of studying is too much, you want to come to the mountains to relax?"

What the hell, what Urahara Yanka said earlier came out of my mind for the first time. Shouldn't you be wondering why Akai Shuichi also ran into this backcountry? Is this really not the stronghold of some organization?

"…"

Okiya Subaru was also choked by his unreasonable play.

The originally gentle expression hardened on his face.

"Why...why are you here?"

Throw the question back to the other person. It doesn't matter if the other party doesn't know you, it doesn't matter if you say this to a stranger.

"What are you asking for knowingly?"

Really answered! You don't really know who you are! This guy's rank is higher than him, and he kicked the problem back again.

Intersection, find intersection. Akai Shuichi has faked his death, it is not the task of the organization, what is that? Why is the FBI concerned with a small mountain hotel? Is it-

"You are also for Ishida Saichiro?" He even spoke first.

"...I knew, you probably came because of him." Xin Haikong showed a clear look.

"Well. This guy has clues to the medicine, and he wants me to follow him all the time. What's wrong with you, it's weird."

"Ah, ha, nothing. You probably live next door."

"Of course, are you leaving? Have you found the clue?" Akai stared at him.

"No, but a murder happened. After all, I am, ah yes, you know who I am." Xin Haikong laughed and turned the topic.

"Of course, what nonsense are you talking about, Shinkai?" Akai returned to squinting, showing the warm smile of the big brother next door, "Or should I call you, Moscato."

The author has something to say:

The male owner has been abusing his wife and two daughters at home, and he will not let the youngest daughter go to college. He just wants to turn them into his own cheap labor. The younger daughter accidentally killed her father in an argument with her father, and ran out in a panic. After the mother and sister found out, they understood that it was the younger daughter who did it, but they forged the scene in order to top the crime, and neither of them gave themselves an alibi. The previous article explained that the two daughters look alike, only the height is much different. Here, the eldest daughter is set to dress up and pretend to be the youngest daughter, because she is dazed by the hot spring. Then the mother recreated the murder scene, pretending that the person was killed within ten minutes. The only purpose is to exonerate the little girl. Police suspect either the mother or sister was not involved.

But after the little daughter ran out, she calmed down and decided to come back and take responsibility.

If the youngest daughter does not come back, Xin Haikong will not be involved in solving the case. This is the character I set for him, self-righteous justice, villain-style justice.

PS:

Xin Haikong: I have a real wine, and I don't know my own wine name until Chapter 20. Is this reasonable?

Akai Shuichi, as the first red party who knew the identity of Xin Haikong as soon as he appeared in the full text, I don't know how to feel this honor.

PS: The name of the wine is chosen casually, don't Baidu, beg.