Chapter 69
Next up is Shiratori Nisaburo.
Before he even sat down, Kitahara Yuki had already spoken a bunch of dense words.
"Shiratori Nisaburo, police inspector by profession, the eldest son of the Shiratori Group, likes cooking and wine tasting, and is a good shooter."
Shiratori chuckled.
Information that can be found out with a careful examination is meaningless.
Psychology experts are no more than that.
Kitahara Yuki snorted from his nose and added calmly, "I liked Officer Sato. Because of men's jealousy, it added a lot of difficulties to the relationship between Takagi and Officer Sato."
He paused, his tone was tight, "Do you need me to elaborate?"
No!
Officer Shiratori, with a stiff expression, stood up and turned around, all in one go.
Are you kidding? He has no interest in becoming a snack for his colleagues.
The door of the interrogation room opened with a "bang" and then closed again.
The police officers of the Investigation Division 1 looked at each other.
Officer Megure swallowed very quickly, his throat tightened, "Who's going next?"
Everyone took a step back tacitly, leaving Megure alone facing the interrogation room. He almost forgot to breathe as he thought about the person inside.
Two sentences scared off Takagi Wataru. It took only
one minute to deal with Shiratori Rensaburo.
How long can he last?
Just come and take this guy away!
"Excuse me, everyone."
The voice suddenly joined in, instantly attracting everyone's attention, and pairs of eyes turned to the source of the sound.
The movements were so neat that Yuya Kazami was stunned for a moment.
This kind of look of looking at a savior...
Inspector Megure stepped forward quickly, with a sincere look in his eyes, and took the initiative to talk, "Inspector Kazami, long time no see, what can I do for you?"
Yuya Kazami didn't blink.
Due to the special nature of the case, the public security can directly intervene in the case. Most police officers are basically resistant to the public security who can take the credit for solving the case at any time.
This is the first time he has been treated so warmly.
Inspector Megure in front of him seems to want to worship him.
Too weird.
"Yuya Kazami, Additional Officer of the Security Planning Section, Security Bureau of the National Police Agency. The public security needs to take over the case of Kitahara Yuki." Yuya Kazami hesitated for a moment, showed his ID, and followed the process in an orderly manner.
Officer Megure's eyes lit up and he was smiling. Officer Chiba Shiratori looked relaxed. Officer Sato quickly prepared the handover documents. Takagi Wataru rushed into the interrogation room and brought Kitahara Yuki.
Kazami Yuya: ???
Even weirder.
"What are you daydreaming about?" Kitahara Yuki raised his eyebrows and gently pressed his elbow against Kazami Yuya's elbow.
Kazami Yuya came back to his senses and whispered "I'm sorry", then handcuffed Kitahara Yuki and fixed his forearm with one hand.
"Mr. Furuya has already gone to investigate the case, and you will have to bear with it for a while."
"Okay, let's go."
His reaction was flat, his voice was flat, and he had excellent emotional regulation skills.
Kazami Yuya looked at Kitahara Yuki with a cold expression.
If he encountered a murder case with all the evidence, what would his reaction be?
Probably at a loss.
He quickly caught up with Kitahara Yuki who had already walked far away, and then remembered the strange reaction of the Investigation Section 1, and instinctively turned his head to look.
Many pairs of eyes saluted him.
He was like a superhero who saved people from danger.
After catching up with Kitahara Yuki, Kazami Yuya asked curiously, "Did you do anything to the police officers from the Investigation Section 1?"
Why did they react like this...
Kitahara Yuki thought for a moment and replied, "I told a few truths, and they haven't even started to ask for my name and address according to the procedure."
That's no big problem.
Kazami Yuya put down his hanging heart, turned on his mobile phone, and edited a text message to his boss.
[Mr. Furuya, I have successfully contacted Kitahara Yuki. Everything is going well. I am waiting for your next instruction - Kazami Yuya]
*
After reading the text message, Toru Amuro put away his phone and glanced at the serious Conan Edogawa, "Did you find anything?"
"Not yet. A witness called the police at 19:07 and said he saw Kitahara Yuki killing someone with a gun. The surveillance showed that Kitahara Yuki left the booth at 19:01 and disappeared at 19:03."
Conan paused and looked at Toru Amuro who disappeared with Kitahara Yuki in the surveillance.
The alibi is here, but it cannot be used.
Bourbon has no position, and Furuya Rei cannot stand up.
Conan retracted his gaze, not looking at Toru Amuro's whitened fingertips and her heavier breathing. "At 20:02, the police found a fingerprint of Bo Le Tower in the bathroom on the third floor, and detected a smoke reaction on the clothes worn by Kitahara Yuki."
This piece of clothing was not even Kitahara Yuki's original clothing, which increased the possibility that the other party changed clothes to avoid being discovered by the police.
Akai Shuichi with pink hair added: "The evidence is gathered, a perfect frame-up."
Silence spread in the air, and the stagnant atmosphere had a sense of powerlessness due to lack of oxygen.
Conan circled the crime scene.
The people in the organization did things neatly and efficiently, leaving no evidence at the scene.
Maybe we can start from somewhere else, "What about the witness? Is there any flaw in his confession?"
"The witness died in a car accident at 21:32, and none of the police officers who were with him survived." Amuro Toru straightened his expression and lowered his voice.
Accident?
Obviously not.
The three of them fell silent at the same time, and their breathing slowed down.
The faint smell of blood left at the scene penetrated into his nose. Amuro Toru stared at the swivel chair where Kitahara Yuki had sat in the secret room for a while, rubbing his fingertips.
"There is another clue, the photo that Prisoner A put in the pocket of the corpse."
They both looked over at the same time. Toru Amuro turned on the screen of his mobile phone, and then placed it between Shuichi Akai and Conan.
An old and empty courtyard came into view, surrounded by gray-white three-story buildings, and a long Japanese-style corridor connected the three buildings together.
The most eye-catching was the miniature version of Kitahara Yuki, and the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy next to him.
The boy had a high nose bridge and a firm look in his eyes. He was wearing a black T-shirt and pants that had been washed to a white color, and a pair of badly worn old sneakers on his feet.
His face was full of vigilance, one hand tightly holding Kitahara Yuki's wrist, and the other arm was spread out in a protective posture.
Toru Amuro's gaze lingered on Kitahara Yuki's shrunken face for a long time, and the photo froze his expression at that time.
Subconsciously, he began to analyze using Kitahara Yuki's way of thinking.
His jaw was tense, his eyes were out of focus, his eyebrows were pressed down, and his upper eyelids were raised.
Fear, sadness, anger.
He looked at a loss, and he clung closely to the boy next to him, absorbing his warmth.
In a trance, Toru Amuro recalled Kitahara Yuki's concealed confession of what he remembered ten years ago after the Urashima Taro villa incident.
Perhaps, Kitahara Yuki did not lie to him about one thing.
Ten years ago, Kitahara Yuki had not systematically studied psychology, and in the photo, he could not hide his emotions at all.
Toru Amuro's knuckles holding the phone suddenly tightened, and then slowly relaxed under Akai Shuichi's gaze.
Shuichi Akai retracted his gaze, leaned against the wall of the room and looked into the distance, "Where was the photo taken?"
He didn't know much about Japan ten years ago, and couldn't figure out where the photo was taken.
After observing for a while, he said, "A high-rise apartment in the northwest, on the 5th, 7th, and 10th floors, there are three groups of people monitoring. Is it someone from the organization?"
Toru Amuro nodded.
Shuichi Akai retreated to a safe position, and his eyes swept over the disguised Toru Amuro.
The exposed skin was pale, and his hair was a very ordinary black. He wore a dark brown sweater on his upper body, and the smooth muscle lines of his upper arms could be vaguely seen. He wore straight black pants on his legs.
He looked like a walking clothes rack, with a thin waist, long legs, and a strong sense of strength. He was very well-behaved
, and there was nothing wrong with him.
In addition to the other party's tense muscles and straight back.
Being too nervous is not conducive to the development of work.
Akai Shuichi moved his nose, and the faint smell of cosmetics floated over, "Such a heavy makeup? Are you using waterproof cosmetics?"
The blue veins on Amuro's neck throbbed for a moment. Akai Shuichi could always provoke his anger with just one word.
He glanced at him coldly, "Are you very experienced?"
The tone was unhappy, and the war of words was about to break out.
The atmosphere was no longer solemn.
Conan received Akai Shuichi's gaze and hurriedly joined the two of them, pulling the two messengers of justice who quarreled whenever they met, but sympathized with each other.
He raised his head, pinched his throat, and his baby voice was so sweet that it was sickening, "Amuro brother, Okiya brother, let's do business first, okay?"
Too cute.
The two men stopped fighting and pulled out the corners of their clothes together.
They had a tacit understanding.
Their eyes met in the air and then quickly separated.
Amuro Toru took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled to calm himself, "The location in the photo is the Aogiri Orphanage in Nagano. Although it is a long time ago, there are not many orphanages in Japan with such a large open space. After checking the files, this is the only one that can match."
With a destination in mind, the three of them did what they said.
Akai Shuichi left first, holding the car key in his hand and opening the driver's door.
However, the next second, Amuro Toru stopped him.
"I'll drive." He bent his elbow, pushed Akai Shuichi away with his skill, and took the car key in his hand, then nimbly got into the driver's seat.
The roar of the engine rang out suddenly.
The red Ford shot out like an arrow from a bow, and the high-speed tires rolled over the stones, making a "click" sound and causing a bump.
Conan sat in the back seat, his blood flowing back and his body cold. He tightly grasped the seat belt to control his body that was falling backwards, and his accusing eyes fell on Shuichi Akai who was standing next to him.
"Why didn't you stop it!"
Damn it!
This attitude of driving a 50-minute journey into 10 minutes.
The speed of the car was dancing on his heart.
There was only up and no down.
"Boy, he needs to vent his emotions."
Otherwise, he will go crazy.
Shuichi Akai glanced at the turn in front of him, and his eyes quickly swept across the speedometer dial whose pointer was always turning to the right, and suddenly clamped Conan's waist.
One second later.
The sound of the tires rubbing against the ground exploded in his ears, and the huge inertia hit Conan's waist and abdomen like a mad beast, and threw him against the car window in a moment.
"Ahhh!"
Akai Shuichi exerted force with his hands and held Conan firmly in his hands, "Relax."
Fifteen minutes later, Qingtong Orphanage.
Bang-
the car door was pushed open suddenly, and Conan rushed out very quickly, holding the door of the courtyard with one hand and his knees with the other hand, trying his best to suppress the nausea that surged from his stomach.
He endured it, but couldn't hold it back, "Gah!"