The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

"Leave him alone. If you are seen through, you will be seen through. He is distracted and can't control us for the time being. Has the corpse of Mihua Central Hospital been moved?"

"It's all cremated, sir."

Chapter 310 Three Can You Stop Me? (two more)

"What did you say?!

There are 3 fewer corpses stored on the third floor of the mortuary of Mihua Central Hospital? ! "

Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, the office area of ​​the First Search Section.

Mumu Shisan, who received a call from his subordinate Takagi Sherlock, slapped the table and exclaimed.

"Yes, Mumu Police. Sato has now contacted Mr. Spencer, a British diplomat stationed in Japan, and is rushing to Mr. Spencer's mansion with the bomb disposal team to conduct a bomb search."

Takagi Tsutomu, who was outside the mortuary of Mihua Central Hospital, nodded, held up a list with a solemn expression, and reported the identities of the thirteen disappeared corpses: "The prisoner really wants to reproduce what Tsuruta Junyo committed. crime!"

Mu Mu Shisan's face was gloomy for a moment, and the clenched fists after hanging up the phone were enough to show the anger in the heart of this new search manager.

【this!asshole! 】

"Chiba, immediately inform the leadership of Toyosaki High School that all students will be banned from enrolling from tomorrow. I will take responsibility for any problems! Hurry up!

Shiratori, you and Tianju..."

One by one, it was arranged in an orderly manner by Mu Mu Shisan, who has rich experience in front-line command.

Shiratori Ren Saburo, who took the order, nodded and said yes. In the end, he could only temporarily take out his mobile phone and send a text message to his friend Yamashita, telling him that he is busy now, and that Hitomi Gutian's personal information may need to wait a little longer.

"Sure enough, Shiratori can't get away for the time being."

Atsuto Yamashita, who was far away at the Osaka Hotel, put the text message in front of Conan who was recovering from the scene, and the gloom between his brows became more and more intense.

This little bastard had better not be caught by him, or he would definitely give him a hard fix before being sent to sing tears behind bars.

"Then we can only wait for that guy Hattori."

After squatting on the ground and relying on memory to lay out the location of the corpse on the hotel floor, Conan patted the dust on his hands.

From the current point of view, if they want to get the most complete official information on the deceased as quickly as possible, they can only hope that Hattori Heiji, together with Toyama and Ye, was slammed back to their respective homes by Hattori Heizo.

"Are you sure he can?"

Yamashita Atsuto, who imagined himself as Shiwa and stood at the door, bent his knees so that he was about the same height as Shiwa, frowned.

It's not that he can't trust Hattori Heiji, it's just that this matter is a bit...

"The head of the Osaka police is his father, and the Otaki police department who is in charge of this case also has a close personal relationship with him, what do you think?"

"When I didn't ask."

"How about it, can you see something?" Conan, who was standing on the sofa in the far corner of the living room, looked at it for a long time but couldn't figure out why.

"Absolutely not."

Atsuto Yamashita shook his head: "From your description, there is no so-called blind spot in the position where Shiyu was standing at that time, that is to say, there is no possibility that the murderer has been hiding somewhere. And from the hotel reception According to the monitoring feedback over there, after Shi Yu was taken away by the police, there was no trace of anyone going out, either in the corridor outside the deceased's room or outside the balcony window."

"Xia Zhiqiu didn't have any traces of fighting at that time, and according to her, the deceased suddenly fell to the ground after drinking coffee, so that the coffee spilled all over the floor. But the strange thing is that the police did not find any traces of the coffee. any toxic substances were detected in the

Conan tried his best to recall the details of the case he knew: "What does the editor in charge of Kasumigaoka say? It's Ms. Machida Sonoko."

"She was not familiar with the deceased. The two of them were not in the same department at all. They only met because of the signing meeting. According to her, the deceased was a well-known person before his death. Because she had been an author, she I am very attentive to all Johnny's book signings."

Atsuto Yamashita, who did not find a blind spot for vision, stood at the entrance, biting his lip, writing and drawing with a pen and paper in his hand.

Fortunately, he opened a room with the same layout as the dead man's room, but he still found nothing.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

Suddenly, a knock on the door from behind made Yamashita's muscles tense subconsciously: "Who?"

"I, Hattori Heiji."

Osaka Zhou Heiya pushed open the door, still panting slightly, holding a brown document bag in his hand.

Seeing the two people in the room looking over, Hattori Heiji smiled and reached out to touch his dry lips.Walking into the living room, he closed the door behind his back: "Give me a glass of water, I'm thirsty."

Hattori Heiji, who escaped quietly from home, gulped down three cups of boiled water before throwing the document bag in his hand on the messy coffee table: "This is the information given to me by the Otaki Police Department, all about the deceased Hitomi Furuta's."

"Consumption records? So much?"

Conan, who was on the sofa, leaned over and opened the bag, but the first thing that caught his eye was a stack of consumption bills.

"Gucci? Chanel? Burberry?"

A long list of luxury goods is enough to blind the eyes of Conan Kudo, the rich second generation.

Her mother Yukiko Kudo, who loves beauty, doesn't have such a high desire to consume.

"No, where did she get so much money?"

Atsuto Yamashita, who put down the pen and paper, squatted in front of the coffee table and looked at the bills.

Obviously, Hitomi Gutian's salary at Johnny's Publishing House is not enough to pay for these expensive luxury bills.

"These bills are hidden very deep, and it took a long time for the Otaki Police Department to find them."

Hattori Heiji put another piece of paper in front of the two of them: "At first I was also curious why the deceased would suddenly start such crazy consumption two weeks ago, but when I saw this hospital record, I understood Yes, she is spending retaliatoryly."

Cervical cancer - advanced stage.

A piece of diagnosis certificate instantly answered all doubts.

"The deceased's parents passed away three years ago, had a marriage but left a year ago, and have no children..."

Atsuto Yamashita, who had figured out the identity and background of the deceased, raised his eyes, and happened to meet two eyes who obviously thought of going with him: "Suicide and blame!"

The unanimous speculation lingered over the living room and never dissipated for a long time.

"It still doesn't work, this is just our speculation, there is no evidence at all."

After blurting out the guess, Hattori Heiji immediately denied himself: "Moreover, the deceased has no grievances with Kasumigaoka Shiwa at all, and even her job this time is to help Kasumigaoka to complete the signing event perfectly."

Hattori Heiji, who picked up a stack of consumption records, shook his head helplessly, and Conan, who was wearing glasses, was also a little irritable sitting on the sofa.Most of the lens of the glasses was covered with a layer of fog. He was about to take it off and wipe it, but when he looked up, he suddenly saw a few letters on the stack of bills.

A few letters came into view due to the occlusion of the fog.

——? !

"Wait a minute! Hattori, Yamashita!"

The flickering light on the lens made Conan's mind suddenly flash: "Take out all the shopping records of the deceased! Arrange the last letter of the product number in chronological order!"

"?"

Hearing this, Hattori Heiji and Atsuto Yamashita, who was about to call his senior sister Kujo Reiko for legal assistance, turned their heads together.

"You can never stop me."

The three of them buried their heads on the coffee table and sorted out the consumption lists in chronological order.

Hattori Heiji read out the 17 English letters in an accent that would fascinate countless ignorant girls.

"you can never stop me (you can never stop me)."

Atsuto Yamashita looked at the 4 letters written on the A17 paper with a cold face: "The deceased did not consume for revenge, but bought these luxury goods with fixed product numbers according to the prisoner's wishes."

"You can never stop me... What do you mean? Stop him from what?"

Hattori Heiji frowned, but Conan's expression changed instantly: "Yamashita!"

"I'm on the phone."

Atsuto Yamashita, who changed his number from a senior to his boss, Mekushisan, gritted his teeth: "Watch out! The criminal's target is the key to the Dongyang Gunpowder Depot!!!"

Chapter 310 I Won This Game (Third Update)

"What did you say?! Is what you said true, Brother Yamashita?!"

In the Metropolitan Police Department, Mumu Shisan was so shocked that his hat almost flew off when he received a call from his subordinates.

The horror on his face caused Kuroda Hei, who was still reading various materials, to look sideways.

"Ah, if I'm not mistaken, the criminal went to such lengths to play the so-called "imitation crime" for the complicated new password of the Toyo Arsenal!

In the living room of the Osaka Hotel, Atsuto Yamashita looked at the provocative A4 paper written on his hand, and grinned with a cold arc.

This bastard!

Whether it’s the kidnapping of Sayuri Matsumoto, leaving the same crime warning letter, or even the disappearance of the thirteen corpses in the Mihua Central Hospital, they are all reinforcing the concept of the so-called “imitation crime” for the police over and over again.

Because I want to imitate Tsuruta Jundai, I want to kidnap Sayuri Matsumoto;

Because he wanted to imitate Tsuruta Junyo, he left the exact same crime notice letter;

Because he wanted to imitate Tsuruta Junyo, the body of Mihua Central Hospital was stolen again!

Because they want to imitate Tsuruta Junyo, the frightened police must pass the news to the arsenal and ask them to self-examine.

After three consecutive rounds of enhanced impressions, the people at the arsenal must open the warehouse for self-examination under the urgent request of the police.

But to open a library, you need to go through a new process, a new password, and a new procedure.

This is the real purpose of the criminal.

"He needs bombs, but after the baptism of the mercenary incident last time, the public security has strictly checked the transportation of explosives. So he focused on the Dongyang Gunpowder Depot in Tokyo, which was stolen once. !

However, after Mr. Tsuruta took the case, the Dongyang Gunpowder Depot had already changed to a higher level of entry and exit procedures and procedures, and also replaced it with a new password that should be the most complicated so far. The prisoner could not open the warehouse quietly.So he orchestrated a so-called imitation crime! !

He wants the police and the people in the arsenal to expose the procedures, procedures and passwords to him! ! ! "

you can never stop me.

This is the crime warning letter sent by the prisoner to Atsuto Yamashita through the hands of the deceased Hitomi Gutian—you can never stop me.

"Because I was the sponsor of Tsuruta Junyo's case back then, just in case, he used Shiba to force me from Tokyo to Osaka, a place I'm not familiar with, in order to distract me from what he was doing. I have committed a copycat crime, and I want to take this opportunity to catch my secret information."

Atsuto Yamashita drew a complete logical closed loop on paper with a pen.

The Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters had already been dissatisfied with the Metropolitan Police Department. If he intervenes in this way, the ensuing problems will definitely make him more unwilling to take care of the "imitation crime" that has been taken over by the police.

After all, the Metropolitan Police Department also has great dissatisfaction with the public security.

"Are you sure it's true? Yamashita Police Department?"