"Very well, my good boy, grow up quickly, be more adventurous, and leave traces on this city with your flaming claws."

In a dark alley, red light swayed, and the man's crazy whisper echoed in the alley like a devil's whisper. The red light illuminated the man's face, making it look even more ferocious.

The flames in front of him deformed the air, and from time to time sparks flew out and landed on the man's shoes, but the man ignored him. There was a smell of gasoline around him, and his narrow eyes revealed a fierce and crazy look.

The man looked at the flames in front of him and laughed.

The man's voice was not very pleasant, it only made people feel uncomfortable. The flames became more and more fierce. The man slowly stood up and walked slowly towards the city, still muttering something in his mouth.

Outside the alley, Ayumi's young body squatted in front of a row of gashapon machines. She put the coins in her hand into the gashapon machines. When she heard the sound of the gashapon falling, a smile appeared on her face.

At this moment, the man's voice came from the alley next to the gashapon machine: "There is only one place left. By then, the celebration will be completed, and this corrupt city will be ablaze."

A red lotus flame."

Ayumi held the gashapon in her hand and looked at the man. She covered her nose and frowned slightly: "It smells so bad."

Without any pause, the man slowly walked towards a car parked on the side of the road, opened the door, and soon drove away.

Ayumi stayed where she was and watched the figure gradually disappearing. Her long-term experience at the scene of the investigation made her immediately feel that there seemed to be something wrong with this man. She could recognize the smell on his body, which was obviously the smell of gasoline.

The temperature recently can be considered hot. There are only two types of people who wear windbreakers and wrap themselves up tightly in this weather: crazy people and bad people.

Of course Ayumi prefers the latter.

"Ayumi, what are you doing here?"

Bumei's mother came out from the supermarket to buy groceries and looked at her daughter who was behaving strangely in front of her and said, "It's time for us to go home."

Immediately, Ayumi turned her head and followed her mother.

She kept this matter in her heart, and she also knew that it would be useless to tell her parents about it. It would be better to talk to Conan and the others about the situation tomorrow.

Not long after she left, a huge explosion resounded in the night sky, and ferocious flames instantly engulfed the entire building.

.....

Doctor's house the next day

"Ding dong"

Dr. A Li opened the door and saw the three Ayumi in front of the door. He smiled: "Hey, you guys, come in and sit down. I'll pour you some juice."

Dr. Ali walked into the door and shouted: "Guangyou, Xiaoai, Conan! Ayumi and the others are here to find you."

After saying that, Dr. Ali went directly to the bar and poured juice for everyone.

At this time, Guangyou was in Xiaoai's room, adding a frame to the photo.

Guangyou went to someone to buy the wood for this photo frame, and then he spent time making it himself.

After Guangyou responded, he put the photo on the table and opened the door to the living room.

Xiao Ai reached out and picked up the photo. After looking at it carefully for a while, she placed the photo in front of her computer. This was also the place where she spent the longest time besides her bed, and it was also the most conspicuous place.

Guangyou sat on the sofa and listened to Ayumi's description. He nodded: "Well, there are indeed some problems. How about we go to the Metropolitan Police Department and talk to Officer Memu and the others now?"

Everyone naturally nodded in agreement, and then everyone went directly to the Metropolitan Police Department.

When we arrived at the Metropolitan Police Department, Officer Megure was temporarily out, so it was Yumiwako who received everyone.

"I see, then what do that man's eyes look like?"

After listening to Ayumi's description, Miwako didn't dare to be careless, because a fire broke out just last night, and this news also made the headlines in this morning's newspaper.

Ayumi nodded her chin and tried to remember: "Well, how should I put it? It looks a bit like a fox, and it hangs like this!"

Saying that, Ayumi mentioned it in the corner of her eye and said seriously: "That should be it."

Miwako held a notebook in her hand and carefully drew a portrait of the suspect in the notebook according to Ayumi's description: "Single eyelids with slightly raised corners."

After drawing the eyes, Miwako breathed a sigh of relief and turned the notebook to face everyone: "So, does that person look like this?"

The man on the drawing board has a pair of triangular eyes, a triangular mouth, a triangular face, and a garlic nose. The hair growing on his head is the same as the quills on a porcupine. I'm afraid it can't be used as a murder weapon.

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Everyone squinted at the portrait and each expressed their own opinions.

Ayumi frowned and said in disgust: "It doesn't look like him at all!"

Yuantai, who was standing behind everyone, also looked disgusted: "You are really bad at drawing, you seem to be about the same as me."

"That's right! It's just like a child graffiti." Mitsuhiko said with serious disgust.

Xiao Ai's sarcasm was a little more advanced: "Is there no one else in the Metropolitan Police Department besides you?"

At this moment, Miwako blinked her eyes, her face was a little red from the comments from the children, and the air seemed to condense instantly. Miwako felt extremely embarrassed. She thought her painting was pretty good, but she was ridiculed directly.

He hurriedly said to everyone: "There is nothing I can do. Mr. Tomokawa, who specializes in portrait painting in the Metropolitan Police Department, happened to have a cold and took sick leave today."

At this time, Takagi took the notebook from Miwako, looked at the horrible portrait on the notebook seriously, and said: "I said, Officer Sato, even if no one drew it, I can't pass your words to the investigators.

Woolen cloth."

Shiratori followed Takagi and glanced at the book, pinched his chin, and said with admiration: "Well, to be honest, this painting is pretty good from the perspective of the surrealist school of painting."

Miwako stood up and said to the two people who were standing and talking, "What? If you are willing to paint on my behalf, I am very welcome."

Miwako's tone suddenly woke up Takagi. He swore that what he was thinking about just now was to praise Miwako no matter what, but for some reason, he honestly said the words as soon as they came to his lips.

Takagi quickly explained: "No, no, what Officer Sato said is really good, unlike me, I know nothing about painting!"

"Well, I'm only good at Impressionism, so I have something to do, so I'll leave first."

Shiratiao said as he backed away and slipped away.

Takagi's eyes widened and he raised his eyebrows: "Officer Shiratori!",

Shiratori had already gone far away at this time. Takagi looked at the direction Shiratori was walking and complained: "This damn boy can run away really fast."

Takagi suddenly had an idea and changed the subject and said, "By the way, we're not sure yet that the one Ayumi saw was really the arsonist, right?"

This sentence directly made everyone including Miwako and Ayumi look at him with resentment.

Mitsuhiko even said: "Are you still speaking in human language? Do you mean to say that Ayumi lied and deceived, right?"

Genta raised his eyebrows and looked maliciously at Takagi, who was taller than him but not as "strong" as him: "That's right! Don't look down on us just because we are children!"

Ayumi's mouth was bulging with anger, her big beautiful eyes stared at Takagi, and Takagi suddenly felt guilty.

"After all, Ayumi, you didn't see that man setting the fire with your own eyes, right?" Takagi wanted to explain.

"It's not wrong." Guangyou's voice reached Gao Mu's ears, "According to Bumi, the prisoner smelled of gasoline. On such a hot day, he was wearing a long coat and leather gloves, and he showed an evil smile near the fire scene.

, and those words, if it weren’t for the murderer, Officer Takagi would stand on his head and eat canned herrings.”
Chapter completed!