MTL - Pretend To Be a Good Person In the World of Conan-Chapter 408 The car was occupied by Loli

Sato Mikako quickly recovered from the negative emotions, and patted Shiraishi on the shoulder with encouragement and gratitude.

He could even notice a button on his briefcase, and he could quickly associate useful clues together. It was no wonder that the Meguro Police Department kept talking about him more often than when it was talking about Kudo Shinichi.

Of course, the more important reason may be that this person is more stable than ordinary detectives and rarely disturbs the crime scene.

Officer Sato got the relevant information and turned around to negotiate with the short-haired woman.

Shiraishi saw the icon on the short-haired woman's wallet just now. It wasn't all a coincidence, but he felt that the suspects in this world were not difficult to find, and they were basically hidden by his side.

The timing of Fujii Junko's appearance was very coincidental, and the angle of the crash was strange—the traffic police had just watched the scene and suspected that she was driving while drunk. After taking the alcohol meter several times, there was no problem, so I believed that she was just a spectator. Noble and glamorous, but actually a clumsy driver.

Shiraishi watched carefully. This attention, happened to see her note.

It is difficult to find suspicious points directly, but in the case of guessing, it becomes easier to take a seat for the suspicious points.

…

Junko Fujii was suddenly found by the criminal police, and she was a little flustered, and her eyes floated for a moment, but she quickly calmed down.

She didn't ask much, and got into the police car silently.

Although it is very cooperative, it also makes her suspicious level skyrocket.

By now, Haiyuan Ai had been found, and the suspect had also been called out. Shiraishi thought, since there is no task, he should be able to go home and rest.

As for Conan, he would throw it at Sato Mikazu, and after solving the case, he would take the bus home himself.

Thinking like this, Shiraishi excused his lack of energy today and told Sato Miwako that he planned to go back first and make a transcript tomorrow, thinking that if the case could be resolved today, the transcript would be skipped directly, which is very labor-saving.

Sato Mikako was also impressed by the characteristics of his sudden falling asleep, and asked a few times if it was necessary to take him home with him in a car, but Shiraishi refused.

She didn't know much about Shiraishi's specific situation. She felt that since the client didn't care, there should be no problem. She didn't say much, and quickly left with the police and suspicious persons.

Shiraishi went to the roadside to find his car. He was thinking of going to the bookstore to buy some magazines, some snacks, and then go home and lay down happily all day.

Who would have thought that as soon as he stepped into the car seat, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere was not right.

He turned his head slightly, looked next to him, then looked at the rearview mirror, and then Weishui was shocked to find that there were a group of little loli sitting on the back seat and the co-pilot.

They were of different ages, and it felt like they were still in elementary school. All of them put their hands on their knees and looked at him obediently, but they were too obedient, and their eyes that looked much bigger than adults were chasing after him. Look, it's a little weird.

Shiraishi was not frightened.

Weird is a little weird, but cute is really cute, and if you neutralize it a little, it will not be lethal.

He thought to himself that the traffic accident this time seemed to be really related to the serial kidnapping and murder case of a girl.

The eldest girl became the representative. She sat in the co-pilot and said crisply: "Brother, we want to go home."

Looking at the tool man next to him, he hesitated for a while, and then very considerately lowered the difficulty of the task: "It's better to go back only with the ashes."

"..." Shiraishi put away the legs that he didn't have time to get into the car just now, and closed the door silently.

Fortunately, Conan was not let go just now, but was given to the police.

I hope that the reasoning engine has not slept all night, and its ability to solve cases will not be disturbed...

Shiraishi turned the steering wheel and followed the police car as if nothing happened.

Sato Miwako saw it in the rearview mirror, thinking that Shiraishi had some clues and forgot to mention it, and called to ask.

After learning that he was uneasy and wanted to go to the scene to help, Officer Sato persuaded him a few words, but did not persuade him.

In the end, I had to sigh and agree, thinking that these detectives are really dying to work.

However, even though he was so tired, he took the initiative to help them. At least he had a sense of justice. It was no wonder that the Mumu police department was always obsessed with this detective.

…

I thought it was just a mistake in the daily life of the Tokyo police, but now that I have skipped the task, it is time to think about it seriously.

Shiraishi still believes in Noguchi and Morimoto.

Of course, it wasn't all because they were minors, but things like blood-stained weapons and cash. Normal murderers would hide in a safer place. Instead of putting criminal evidence in the car, knowing that the trunk is easy to pop open, and swaggeringly driving the car over to have a party.

Therefore, the hacksaw and money should have been stuffed by other people, and the person who put the things in is guiding them to check Feitian handicraft workshop, otherwise they will not use the company's unified official document to pack the money, and they will not even wash the steel. Blood on the saw.

— On the other hand, if you want to annihilate the evidence, then throwing a hacksaw into the water and throwing money down the high-rise buildings in the business district is much more reliable than stuffing things into passersby’s cars.

At present, the most likely "leader" is the short-haired woman named Junko Fujii.

Her driving experience is not short, and the stickers all over the body seem to be a few years old. There is no sign of tearing off and re-sticking recently, that is, there is no collision or maintenance. The weird car accident just now was probably just for the police to discover what was in the trunk.

I just don't know if she's here to send clues or if she has contact with the murderer. Also, judging from the woman's expression just now, the exposure of the note may not be in her plan...

Wait a moment.

Why does he have to think so hard.

Doesn't it smell good?

Shiraishi held the steering wheel and looked at the translucent little girl with double ponytails on the co-pilot~www.novelbuddy.com~ to try to be as friendly as possible: "Who is the one who kidnapped you?"

The girl wrinkled her nose, showing a look of disgust and horror: "A very fat and ugly uncle."

As soon as she finished speaking, a different voice came from the back seat: "There is also an uncle who looks a lot like a skeleton. He is very thin. When he bent over to dig, I saw his ribs from the neckline."

"The ones that grow on the body are usually called ribs." Shiraishi corrected warmly, "It's called ribs when you chop it up."

"Oh." The mushroom-headed girl in the back seat nodded earnestly and wrote down completely useless knowledge points.

However, hearing her say this, the girl in the co-pilot also had an impression. She twisted her ponytail and her expression became calmer: "Yes, it seems that there is such a person, but he disappeared soon."

Shiraishi listened carefully to the chatter of the girls.

The two-person gang, plus the Fujii Junko who caused the car accident, just choose one of three.

If the little girls in the car were counted as a victim, it would almost be possible to make up a case.

However, "Uncle Skeleton" was there at first, and then disappeared, and his presence was not high. It sounds like he was silenced, or he quit on his own for some reason.

Excessive skinny can have many causes, and in the current context, one might think of a drug addict, or being sick.

"It's an ambulance. He fell down after leaving the store and was picked up by an ambulance." After hearing Shiraishi's question, another girl with a meatball head answered.

This group of children has been wandering for a long time, and there are still many people. Although the time of being arrested is different, there is a lot of information together.

The girl with the ball head snorted twice like an ambulance, and sighed like a little adult: "I thought it was a police car at the time, what a pity..."