Famous Detective Conan: Eating and Waiting To Die - Chapter 74

“Bumei, mom is going to the supermarket to buy something. You are here waiting for mom, don’t run around.”

“Well.. Got it, Mom.” But Ayumi was still standing in front of the Masked Superman vending machine, unwilling to let go of her mother’s hand, looking like I was going to buy it, Ayumi’s mother shook her head helplessly and gave I got a coin from Ayumi, and then I went into the supermarket to buy things.

Ayumi, who laughed a few times, shoved the coins into the Masked Rider vending machine with satisfaction, and got a Masked Rider Gacha.

At this time, from a dark alley in the middle of the two buildings, a guy in a trench coat and hat, who could tell at a glance that he was a villain, was walking, while muttering, “I need more. One match, and one more will end everything, and then this fiery red flame will burn down the whole of Tokyo and make everything start again…”

Bumei looked at the murmured guy curiously. At this time, Bumei’s mother walked out of the supermarket after shopping and shouted to Bumei, “Bumei, let’s go home.” After that, she pulled Bumei’s She left the supermarket with her hands, but Ayumi still looked back at the guy who had already driven away in confusion. . . . . .

police station

“Yo! Aunt Sato, good morning!” Sato, who was tidying up his work, looked up and saw that it was the little ghost with white hair, and a group of little ghosts followed him, “Hehe!” Sato grinned, “Last time You, you guy, ran away suddenly, this time you dare to throw yourself into the net!”

“Hello.” Looking at Sato, who grinned like a dinosaur rather than a human, Hitomi Mouri wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, “Do women hold revenge like this?”

“Auntie, we’re here to report the case. If the prisoner is allowed to go unpunished because of your personal grievance, hehe, maybe you should continue to communicate with Officer Mumu…”

“Uh…” Referring to Officer Meguro, Sato couldn’t help recalling the storm that slammed his face last time. . .

“Humph! You’re lucky this time! What case are you going to report?”

“Hey… that’s it,” Ayumi walked up to Sato, “Sister Sato, when I was shopping for the Masked Rider Gacha at the convenience store yesterday, I saw a terrifying uncle from a small boy next to the building. I walked out of the alley, I read the news this morning and found out that there was a fire there, so I thought it might be the terrifying uncle who did it.”

“That’s it,” Sato squeezed his chin, “but little sister, you can’t call him a criminal just because he looks scary!”

“No, Sister Sato, that person was still muttering something like saying that it takes a match to light the whole of Tokyo.”

“Huh? Set the whole Tokyo on fire?” Sato became alarmed when he heard this. “It seems that many of them are the serial arsonist.” Thinking of this, Sato picked up the drawing board, “Little sister, do you remember what that person looks like? look like?”

“Oh, the eyes are lifted up, like a fox…”

“Pick up your eyes…” Sato drew on the paper while listening to Ayumi’s description. . . . . . . . .

“Then… do you see if that’s the case?” In the end, Sato turned the drawing board in his hand over to face Ayumi and the others.

“No! It’s not like that at all!” Ayumi said.

“Your paintings are so ugly!” Yuan Taiyu said.

“It’s just kids doing graffiti,” Mitsuhiko said.

Hitomi Maori looked at the painting, “Auntie, you are absolutely qualified to compete with the paintings of Picasso’s younger brother Michelangelo’s neighbor’s children!!”

“Uh…” A crow flew over Sato’s head and dropped a baga by the way. . . .

Sato roared a little “infuriatedly”, “Hey! You little bastards, don’t talk nonsense, okay? I can’t help it, the artist’s mother has a cold and asked for leave today!!”

Takagi took the painting from behind Sato, “Let me see, um…” Looking at this surreal and brutalist style of painting, Takagi immediately felt a lot of pressure, “This… Miss Sato, this kind of The painting really can’t be handed over to the investigators…”

Shiratori, who was drinking coffee on the side, saw that it was so lively here, so he also came over, glanced at Sato’s painting in Takagi’s hand, and pretended to be deep and said, “The lines are neat, the style of painting is abstract and intriguing, but . . . . . “

“But what?” Sato looked at Shiratori with a murderous smile on his face, “Huh? But what? Why don’t you talk? Since you are so good at analyzing, it seems that you will draw very well? Then you two Come and paint better and let me see.”

“This… this…” Takagi and Shiratori suddenly broke into a cold sweat. . . .

“Really,” Maori Hitomi, who couldn’t bear to see it, shook her head, “Auntie, give it to me.”

“You little bastard?” Sato glanced at Hitomi Mouri suspiciously, and handed him the drawing board, “Are you good at drawing?”

“Cut,” Hitomi Mori gave Sato a disdainful look, “I said aunt, the Haagen-Dazs handcuffs method I gave you last time, I heard from Police Officer Takagi that you have no clue at all…”

“This… this… hehehe…” Sato laughed a few times, turned his head angrily, and looked at Takagi who was standing behind her and sold directly by Hitomi Mouri with a murderous expression. . . . .

“Okay, Ayumi, repeat what you said before.”

“Oh, he’s very tall,” said Ayumi, glancing at the people in the police department, “probably similar to Officer Takagi, then wearing a trench coat, a peaked cap, two moustache under his nose, long hair, like a fox The dangling eyes, the face is very thin, it looks terrifying, and…and…” Following Ayumi’s description, Mao Li Hitomi began to draw on the paper. . . .

“Huh~” Taking a breath, Hitomi Maori handed the drawing board to Ayumi, “Okay, Ayumi, do you see this person?”

“Ah! It’s him, it’s exactly the same! Little Hitomi, you’re amazing.” As she said that, Ayumi raised Hitomi’s hand in admiration and shook it.

“Humph~~” Haibara Ai snorted softly and turned her head to one side.

Hitomi Mori withdrew her hand in embarrassment, “That… Aunt Sato, this is for you…” Hitomi Mori handed the finished picture to Sato.

“Oh…” He glanced suspiciously at Hitomi Mori and took over the drawing board from Sato of Haibara, “Are these two little devils… No way, children are really precocious now…”

Thinking of this, Sato lowered his head and looked at the portrait on the drawing board, “Lifelike!” This was the first word that came to Sato’s mind, “This kid is really…”

“How about you, you little guy, you will be a police officer in the future, you have a great future…”

“Uh…” Conan almost fell over, “Xiao Tong is a police officer? I’m happy for him if he doesn’t go to jail…”

“Auntie,” Hitomi Mori stared at Sato with a dignified look, “Actually, you don’t have to be a police officer to achieve justice. If everyone has justice in their hearts, maybe the world doesn’t need the police!”

“Haha…” Conan’s mouth twitched, and the corners of his eyes twitched wildly, “Yes, without the police, it would be more convenient for you to kill.”

Haiyuan also looked at Mao Litong with a speechless expression, “If you can bring a lie to this level, it’s only this bastard…”

“Justice…” Seeing Hitomi Mori’s determined expression, Sato’s eyes flickered, as if he was thinking about something. . . . .

Takagi took the drawing board from Sato, who was in a daze, “Really, Hitomi’s drawing is really good, but… this person is not necessarily an arsonist. It’s not his fault that he is so arrogant!”

“Huh?” Takagi looked at the youthful detective team’s unpleasant face and hurriedly explained, “I was just thinking, Ayumi didn’t see the man setting fire with her own eyes… So…”

“You can’t go wrong, Officer Takagi, think about it, it’s summer now, and the weather is so hot that the man is wearing a windbreaker and gloves, and the most important thing is that his trousers smell of gasoline and have a strange smell. Smiling and saying strange things in the streets of the arson scene, if such a person is not an arsonist, wouldn’t it be too unreasonable?”

Listening to Conan’s pressing reasoning, Takagi was speechless, Sato laughed a few times, and looked at Takagi slyly, “How is it, Takagi-kun, is there anything else you want to say?”

“Uh…hehehe…” Takagi could only scratch his head and laugh dryly, “No… not anymore…”

“Hmph,” Sato curled his lips, “This **** dares to tell that kid…”

“Anyway, how about we go to the crime scene together? Maybe we’ll find any clues…”

“Then let me help too.” Shiratori, who was eavesdropping not far away, hurried over when he heard where Sato was going, “By the way, I can drive you there.”

“I’ll go too!” Takagi raised his hand weakly. . .

“No need, I can drive by myself, and today I have to take a detour to another place, because it happened to be on the way, today is a special day for me…”

“A special day?” Shiratori gave Sato a puzzled look, “Is it Miss Sato’s birthday?”

“No, just the opposite…” Sato waved his hand with a gloomy expression, meaning he didn’t want to explain any more, and then took the young detective team to the place she said, of course, the two flower protectors Shiratori and Takagi. Also followed. .

After getting out of the car, Sato put a bunch of flowers under a street lamp at the intersection, then squatted there with his hands clasped together and said something in a low voice. . . . .

“I see.” Looking at Sato’s actions, “Shiroto said suddenly, I remembered that today is the death anniversary of Miss Sato’s father, Police Officer Sato Justice.”

“I remember that it was exactly 18 years ago today, when Miss Sato’s father was in pursuit of a bank robber when he was hit by a large truck in front of this coffee shop, and unfortunately it was raining heavily that day, the traffic was heavy, and ambulance The car arrived too late, but Officer Sato died while lying in the ambulance accompanied by his family, so it can be considered his last words…”

“Huh? Shiratori, how do you know so clearly?” Hearing Takagi’s doubts, Shiratori explained, “I heard it from Officer Megumi, and I still remember the name of the case… . . “

“Chou Silang!” Conan pushed his glasses, “The name of that case is the Chou Silang Incident, because the police officer who was hit by the truck kept calling the escaped prisoner this mysterious name, so it was named as In the case of Chou Silang, the police launched a large-scale search network at that time, but because the police officer who mastered the core incident had passed away, the investigation operation was stopped. Here, Conan looked up, looked at the surprised expressions of everyone, and immediately excused himself, “Haha. This is what I heard from Uncle Mori.”

“Go to the surrender incident? How could someone call it such a strange name?” Maori Hitomi, who was leaning against the railing, saw that the discussion was so heated, and took off the headset on her ear, “Some Japanese people really call the name Go to surrender. ?”

“Huh? Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have flowers on my face?”

“Pinch~~ Little Hitomi, it’s not about surrendering, it’s Chou Silang!” Ayumi stuck out her tongue at Hitomi Mouri. . .

“Wait… Xiaotong, did you just say you were going to surrender?”

“Yeah… what’s wrong? Conan?”

Conan didn’t answer Hitomi Mouri’s question, but pinched his chin and thought, “If the father of Sister Sato couldn’t speak clearly because of a serious injury, what he actually wanted to say was to turn himself in… and he was heard as a sad man. .Then…there is only one reason why the dying policeman would say this. That is because he knew the prisoner and had a good relationship, so he would persuade him to surrender before he died…”

“It turned out to be like this!” Takagi looked a little shocked, “I have heard of this case, and it has always been a lot of fog, but I didn’t expect that the police officer turned out to be Sato’s father.”

“There’s no way,” Sato stood up and sighed, “People often only remember the name of the criminal and the history of the crime. Who will remember the police officer who died in the case, unless it’s the police officer or the family member of the police officer who died in the line of duty, but , we do not work to make everyone remember us. UU reading www.uukanshu.com  …”

“That’s right, even if he sacrificed his life for what he has always insisted on, I don’t think your father regrets it…”

“Hehe,” Sato rubbed Hitomi Mori’s hair, “yes, my father told me before he died that this is the justice he insisted on! But you are kind of surprised me, you can say Say something like that!”

“Cut!” Mao Litong shook his hand off his head, “I have always insisted on eating Haagen-Dazs again, even if I eat it to death, I will not regret it…”

“Uh…” Sato twitched the corners of his mouth a few times, “Yes, he’s just a child…”

“But, Auntie, didn’t the truck driver see the prisoner’s face clearly?”

“Well,” Sato nodded, “it was at night, and the prisoner was still wearing a long poncho and that kind of wide hat, so it was impossible to tell whether it was a male or a female, and the prisoner captured by the bank monitor was also Only wearing a hat, sunglasses and a mask, wearing a coat, there is no clue from the appearance at all…”

“But, Sister Sato, didn’t you already know that the prisoner’s name was “Chou Silang”?” Mitsuhiko asked inexplicably.

“But there isn’t anyone with this name who is suspected of being involved in the case,” Sato seemed helpless, apparently not knowing his father’s words very well.

“There is no name of anyone suspected of being involved in the case? Hey, don’t you think it’s strange?”

“Huh? What’s wrong?” Everyone looked at Conan and said.

“Sister Sato’s father has still locked the prisoner, so he must know the prisoner’s name, but why did he read the words that this sad man has nothing to do with the prisoner before he died?”

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