Conan: The Mechanic - Chapter 1065

At four in the morning, in an apartment about fifteen kilometers away from the hotel.

“So, when you saw that person on the beach, you were ready to set a trap for them, right?” Following Fujiwara who was opening the door, Hotaru pouted. “Then in the long period of time from then to the position just now, you didn’t explain to me the idea of ​​what’s going on here in a little bit of detail!”

“At that time, Miss Miyano had already written [オウム] (Aum) on the ground.” Fujiwara turned the key and opened the door. “As for not telling you… I thought you saw it too – although she said that she wiped it off immediately after writing it, but theoretically you should be able to see and think about it, right? What’s more, Didn’t you also follow the steps of my actions at the time, I didn’t even think that you didn’t understand the purpose of my actions at all.”

“Ah…” Hotaru was a little embarrassed and didn’t know what to say – at that time, she was busy looking at Masahiko Michiwaki’s face, and scoring in her heart… she didn’t pay attention to these things at all.

[Is it still a little dull… If it is the self before falling in love, maybe it will be more sensitive? 】

[However…if the deterioration of the sense of smell is the price of love…perhaps it is not unacceptable. 】

After a little sigh in her heart, Hotaru followed Fujiwara into the room. “Then…is this the secret base they just explained?”

“That’s right,” Fujiwara looked at the set in the room. “These guys are really… pious.”

As soon as you walk into the apartment, you will find something unusual here – whether it is the scriptures on the walls or the beads hanging on the ceiling, people can immediately feel the strong religious atmosphere here.

What is even more eye-catching is a huge portrait of a person that can be seen as soon as you enter the door – it is a middle-aged man with a melancholy temperament.

“Who is this?” Ying thought for a while in her mind, but couldn’t find any politicians similar to this person.

“This is a famous person,” Shiho and Fujiwara said as they started to search different rooms after glancing at the portrait disdainfully. “This is the leader of Aum Shinrikyo, Ashura Shakyamuni, with the rank of [Respected Teacher].”

Asahara Shoko (Shoko Asahara), this is the name of the leader of Aum Shinrikyo, homophonic to Ashura Shaka – of course, this is just a pseudonym, no one knows what his real name is.

“Really?” Ying’s eyes widened. “But… I remember from the photos you just showed me, isn’t he very fat?”

“It’s very fat,” Fujiwara picked up a stack of paper with writing on it with his white-gloved hand. “This photo should be taken in 1990 when he formed the Truth Party and wanted to participate in the general election. It is rumored that this Master has lived a very corrupt and corrupt life in the past few years, and has become fat. A sloppy ball.”

And Shiho didn’t pay much attention to the popular science here – she knew much more about this religious group than the two of them, plus she also knew what she needed – so she went directly to the one in the deepest part of the apartment. Go between rooms.

According to the information obtained from Bo Changbu, who was in charge of leading the Aum Shinrikyo team, during the interrogation, as Shiho had guessed before, the deceased who was found was their hands, and they The reason for doing it was simple: it was a journalist, and he was about to promote some statements and evidence that would likely cause the Order very serious trouble. After killing him, they took back the sensitive information in the hands of the reporter to the base, and prepared to bring back the “sensitive information” to the base camp together with the “sensitive information” to be obtained from Zhibao for research and judgment after Zhibao was killed.

Now, these materials are about to be exposed to Shiho who broke into this lair.

Pushing open the door, a strong smell of burning incense rushed towards his face, causing Shiho to frown involuntarily.

“These guys…” Shibao searched the wall with a flashlight, and then found the switch. After turning on the lights, Shiho focused his gaze on the kraft paper bag on the table in the room.

[According to what they said, this should be it…]

Walking to the table, Zhibao picked up the kraft paper bag, gently unscrewed the thin thread that sealed the bag mouth, and poured out the contents.

What was poured out contained a videotape, a note, and a floppy disk—the videotape and the floppy disk were obviously not things that Shiho could read directly, but the notes could still be opened and viewed.

After just one glance, Shiho frowned slightly.

If the above statement is true… The reason why this reporter was assassinated by Aum Shinrikyo is ~www.mtlnovel.com~ he reported that the family of a Tokyo local official was threatened by them.

“Sister of the official of the Meguro District Notary Public Office…” whispering softly, Shibao pouted slightly. “These guys… actually can actually penetrate into some of these interesting places. It seems that I really underestimate them?”

According to the above description, the sister of the head of the Notary Office in Meguro Ward, Tokyo joined the Aum Shinrikyo Church in the second half of 1993, and was then forced by the church to make various donations, totaling tens of millions of yen. At the end of 1994, the desire of the church reached a level that could not be satisfied at all – they asked the secretary of the secretary to donate land and property worth 270 million yen to the organization.

Undoubtedly, she refused, escaped the surveillance of the church, and found the reporter, hoping that the other party could expose the news and provide shelter for his safety.

“Idiot,” Shiho shook his head slightly. “For this kind of thing, at least go to the police first. How can you expect a reporter to ensure your safety.”

At this moment, Yingying’s figure appeared behind her. “Shiho, did you find it?”

“Well,” Shiho agreed, putting these things back into the paper bag one by one. “The evidence they gave should be this bag.”

Just when she was about to stuff the videotape back into the bag, she discovered that there was actually a small line of medical tape on it as a note.

【On-site interview in Kobe on January 17】

“…” Shiho seemed to recall something bitter, and after staying in place for a while, he sealed these things up again. “Then… let’s go – the Mumu Police Department should be waiting for us, right?”