The rain stopped, and as the incident spread, the news media all gathered in front of the Metropolitan Police Department, blocking the entrance to the Metropolitan Police Department. At a glance, they were full of heads, cameras, and camera trucks. Fortunately, these reporters also

Shi Lezhi did not rush into the Metropolitan Police Department, but reported in front of the Metropolitan Police Department.

It was noisy outside, but things were much better inside the Metropolitan Police Department. Officer Memu took it very seriously after hearing the news. As witnesses, Conan Guangyou and his party were also called to the Metropolitan Police Department to record a statement.

Officer Megure, Miwako Takagi and another police officer looked very serious. What happened this time was a malicious murder, and the person killed was a criminal police officer. The criminal police officers had already given the murderer the "death penalty" in their hearts. It is estimated that the murderer has been caught.

From now on, I will spend the rest of my life behind bars.

The warm and lovely detectives will give the murderer a transformation gift package, which includes a set of fashionable prison uniforms, a pair of exquisite handcuffs and footcuffs, a free styling, free nutritious meals for life, a life-long job and other benefits.

They are all waiting for the murderer to come and collect it.

Officer Memu asked: "Children, can you tell me more about the characteristics of the murderer?"

Mitsuhiko said: "He is a young man."

Yuantai shook his head and retorted: "No, I remember she was a beautiful big sister."

Guangyou held his forehead: "How do you know if you are a eldest sister or a beautiful eldest sister without even seeing her face? Why do I always feel that Mrs. Yuan will have a temperament similar to Uncle Maoli's in the future?"

Ayumi widened her beautiful eyes: "That's weird, he's a middle-aged uncle."

Cold sweat broke out on the tall wood: "Then what color is the umbrella the murderer is holding?"

Mitsuhiko thought for a moment: "Black."

"Why do I think it's green?" Yuantai's answer made Guangyou helpless. Is the color green a bit too conspicuous? Would the murderer really use a green umbrella?

"I remember it was blue." Ayumi recalled seriously.

Seeing that his words were getting more and more outrageous, Guangyou hurriedly said: "The murderer was wearing a long gray coat and holding a black umbrella. He was about the same height as the murdered Nara police officer and was thinner. He should be a man. He held it with his right hand.

Umbrella, left-handed shooting, probably left-handed, and the gun used should be a nine-millimeter pistol with a silencer installed."

Takagi quickly wrote down this key information, which was much more accurate and detailed than the information provided by the three children.

"Officer Megure, Officer Nara held his left chest tightly with his hand before he died. How do you understand this?"

Officer Megure replied: "He wanted to imply that he had a police manual on his chest. We have already clarified this point, and we have handed over the contents to a dedicated person for thorough investigation."

At this time, a police officer named Chiba opened the door and walked in, walked up to Officer Megure, and said: "Police Department, judging from the magazines dropped at the scene, the murderer should have used a nine-millimeter automatic pistol.

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"This is the same as what Guangyou said." Uncle Maori raised his eyebrows, "It is a pistol that women generally use."

Xiao Ai added: "Perhaps the murderer was injured in his left hand, so he could only use a nine-millimeter gun."

Officer Memu nodded: "It is indeed possible."

What made Xiaolan relieved was that no one was affected this time, and no skin was even scratched on her body.

However, Conan kept frowning. He was still worried about not passing the red light in time and missing the murderer.

After the confession was recorded, everyone left the Metropolitan Police Department. At this time, the dark clouds dispersed and the sun shone on the earth. For ordinary people, the sunshine after the rain can make people feel more comfortable, but Uncle Maori's mood is still heavy. He once

He is also a detective, and Nara is also his colleague. No matter how heartless he is, he will never be able to return to his previous mood so quickly.

After returning home, it was rare that Uncle Maori didn't hold a beer and call Yoko's name in front of the TV. After finishing his meal for the first time, he washed up early and went back to the room to sleep.

Uncle Maori changed so much that Xiaolan was a little worried, but she knew that this kind of thing had to be done by Uncle Maori himself, so she didn't bother him.

The next day, as the sun had just risen in the sky, a piece of news was like a bomb. Most people in the city were discussing the explosive news that happened last night. The body of another serving police officer was found in the underground parking lot of his home.

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"What did radicals do?" "Revenge of violent groups?" "Suspicions abound" "Personal grudges?" "Challenging the police?" All kinds of headlines came to the fore, and whoever in the whole city had not heard of these things was considered.

Behind the times.

Uncle Maori, who woke up early in the morning, looked even more serious after reading the newspaper. His mood, which had just eased, became tense again. He took the newspaper and called Officer Megure: "Officer Megure, I want to talk about the case last night.

Please tell me the detailed situation.”

Regarding Uncle Maori's inquiry, Officer Memu directly rejected Uncle Maori's request for the first time and hung up the phone directly with the excuse that he was busy.

"Moxi Moxi? Officer Megure?" After trying to call to no avail, Uncle Maori also hung up the phone, still feeling a little heavy. "This time, Officer Megure's reaction was completely different from usual. I felt behind his back.

There must be something that cannot be said."

After hanging up the phone, Officer Memu's face was different from his usual good-guy look. Instead, he was extremely serious. He turned his head and said to Shiratiao next to him: "Brother Shiratiao, listen carefully. This is...

This thing is a secret between the two of us, you must not tell anyone else, you know?"

Shiratiao naturally knew the importance, so he nodded and said, "Yes."

....

In a luxuriously decorated independent office, a middle-aged man wearing a suit and a side-parted beard sat on a leather chair and watched the news on the TV about the attack on the police officer last night. His face gradually darkened.

, he turned to look at the lighter in his hand.

The lighter is made of fine workmanship, with a silver-gray body and champagne gold edges. What catches the eye is the line of black words "t.jinno" on the lighter.

There is an open document on the man's desk, with the man's name and position written on it. The man is clearly the head of the Criminal Department, named Toshiro Odagiri.

....

At dusk, the sunset already has a faint orange color.

Uncle Maori and his entourage, as well as Yuanzi, came to the Rice Flower Sun Plaza Hotel and were invited to attend the wedding celebration held by Sister Shiratori.

In the past few days, there happened to be incidents of assaulting the police, which made Uncle Maori mutter and complain.

Shiratori's sister, Sara Shiratori, couldn't do anything about this. The date for this banquet was set a month ago, but it just happened to happen that something like this happened recently, so changing the time was very troublesome, and this time it was just a celebration.
Chapter completed!