But he didn't say these words anymore. Quarrels were something only friends did.

For people he doesn't know well, he can only classify people he can't get along with, and with people he can't get along with, he can only classify people he doesn't know well by 'ignoring', 'making him regret', 'killing', and 'making him regret and then kill'.

Class, there is no point in arguing.

"I really don't know this gentleman." Hiromatsu said.

Sakurada looked at Hiromatsu Hiroshi and said, "I haven't seen you on TV..."

Hiromatsu smiled and scratched his head, "Because it's not popular at all!"

"The first discoverer is already dishonest, but I didn't expect that even the deceased..." Sakurada muttered in a low voice, looked down at his hands, stretched out his scissor hands, faced forward, and grinned, "Peace...

"

Conan looked at Sakurada in shock and confusion.

Hello, is this police officer still normal?

"What on earth does this mean..." Sakurada saw Hiromatsu handed over the form. After taking it, he lowered his head and looked solemn for a second. He stared at Hiromatsu, then turned around and shouted, "Iwai, Hirano!"

Two policemen came running.

Sakurada raised the form and showed it to his two subordinates, "Go and find out about this man right away. Go right away...I'm begging you!"
Chapter completed!