To date, the death toll has reached six, and only two positions of the seven-bamboo mahjong tiles remain uncolored.
"So, does that mean the murderer wants to kill two more people before they're done?"
After imagining the pattern, Xiaolan couldn't help but clench her hands in worry.
This was the first assumption that the police officers present tacitly agreed with, so no one objected to or refuted her rash statement.
Instead, this statement sparked a variety of imaginative discussions.
Yuanshan Yeyi sat quietly, seemingly lost in thought.
He thought that this statement was slightly off, because the murderer would kill another person next.
With Shinichi Kudo around, just like Conan in the original storyline, he will quickly find a breakthrough and then find the culprit.
What role does he/she have in this case?
Six people have already died. Is it really worth trying to save a seventh person, one who might not even be able to be saved?
"Damn it!" A rough, hoarse voice suddenly rang out, and at the same time, the ground made a "thump" sound.
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man with a full beard and half of his face covered in scars.
The missing eye beneath the scar, combined with his current expression, made him appear exceptionally fierce.
When he stood up, you could see that one of his legs was also lame; it was his crutch that had just hit the ground.
Inspector Yamato Kansuke of the First Investigation Division, Nagano Prefectural Police Headquarters.
This is his self-introduction before the meeting.
Yoruichi Toyama remembered that the police officer Takaaki Morofushi whom he and Hakuba Saguru had asked to investigate the fire incident in Karuizawa was probably his childhood friend and good partner.
He's an excellent police officer, but this time...
There was another "thump".
Because of his leg problems, Yamato Kansuke walks unsteadily, but with firmness and strength.
"Even just once!" he roared, slamming his cane on the ground. "Even just once, we can get ahead of the killer!"
"We can save a life!"
"Isn't protecting citizens our responsibility as police officers?"
"Do you really want to just stand by and watch that murderer get what he wants and kill everyone he wants to kill?!"
"I don't care what grudges they have, we, the police, cannot tolerate this kind of killing!"
His words were like a fire, burning into the hearts of all the police officers present.
It was like a bucket of cold water poured over the head of a distant mountain night.
"Yeah, what am I even thinking?" Yoruichi Toyama wondered.
Human life cannot be measured by numbers.
If six people have died, does the seventh person not deserve to be saved? If someone thinks like that, can they still be considered a police officer?
Thanks, Officer Yamato.
Yoruichi Toyama picked up the untouched case file in front of her and hurriedly began to flip through it.
Soon, attention turned to the last victim, Ryuzaki, whose brakes had been tampered with.
When Ryuzaki's car overturned, a painted mahjong tile, the number seven, also rolled out of the vehicle.
Before he died, he murmured a few words: "Qixi Festival, Beijing..."
Yoruichi Toyama read those few lines of information several times.
This is probably the breakthrough point.
Instead of speculating about the commonalities among the victims and the killer's motives, we should focus on this person and investigate his past actions.
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