The rain stopped, and as the incident spread, the news media all gathered in front of the Metropolitan Police Department, completely blocking the entrance. As far as the eye could see, there were heads, cameras, and camera vans everywhere. Fortunately, these reporters didn't lose their minds and didn't rush into the Metropolitan Police Department; they just reported from the front of the department.
While it was noisy outside, things were much calmer inside the Metropolitan Police Department. Inspector Megure took the news very seriously, and Conan and his group, who were eyewitnesses, were summoned to the Metropolitan Police Department to give their statements.
Inspector Megure, Miwako Takagi, and another police officer looked very serious. This was a malicious murder case, and the victim was a detective. The detectives had already sentenced the murderer to death in their hearts, and they estimated that once the murderer was caught, he would spend the rest of his life behind bars.
The warm and friendly detectives will present the murderer with a "rehabilitation gift package," which includes a stylish prison uniform, a pair of exquisite handcuffs and leg irons, a free makeover, a lifetime of free nutritional meals, a lifetime job, and many other benefits, all waiting for the murderer to claim.
Inspector Megure asked, "Kids, can you describe the killer's characteristics again?"
Mitsuhiko said, "He's a young man."
Genta shook his head and retorted, "No, I remember she was a beautiful older sister."
Kōyū rubbed his forehead: "How do you know if she's an older sister or a pretty older sister if you haven't even seen her face? Why do I always feel that Genta will be a lot like Uncle Mori in the future?"
Ayumi widened her beautiful eyes: "Yeah, right, he's a middle-aged man."
Cold sweat broke out on Gao Mutou's forehead: "What color was the umbrella the murderer was holding?"
Mitsuhiko thought for a moment: "Black."
"Why do I feel like it's green?" Genta's answer left Kōyū speechless. Wasn't green a bit too conspicuous? Would the murderer really use a green umbrella?
"I remember it was blue." Ayumi recalled very seriously.
Seeing that things were about to get more and more outrageous, Guangyou quickly spoke up: "The murderer was wearing a long gray coat, holding a black umbrella, and was about the same height as the murdered Nara police officer. He was thin and should be a man. He used his right hand to hold the umbrella and his left hand to shoot, so he was probably left-handed. The gun he used was probably a 9mm caliber pistol with a silencer."
Takagi quickly jotted down this crucial information, which was far more accurate and detailed than the information provided by the three children.
"Inspector Megure, before Inspector Nara died, he tightly clutched his left chest with his hand. How do you interpret that?"
Inspector Megure replied, "He was implying that he had a police manual on his chest, which we have clarified, and we have handed the contents over to a specialist for a thorough investigation."
At that moment, a police officer named Chiba pushed open the door and walked in. He walked to Inspector Megure's side and said, "Inspector, judging from the magazines found at the scene, the murderer should have used a 9mm automatic pistol."
“That’s just like what Kōsuke said.” Uncle Mori raised an eyebrow. “It’s a handgun that women generally use.”
Ai Haibara added, "Perhaps the murderer had an injury to his left hand, which is why he could only use a 9mm gun."
Inspector Megure nodded: "That is indeed possible."
To Xiaolan's relief, no one was affected this time; not even a scratch was visible on their bodies.
However, Conan kept frowning, still bothered by not crossing the red light in time and losing track of the culprit.
After the statements were taken, everyone left the Metropolitan Police Department. At this moment, the dark clouds dispersed and the sun shone brightly on the earth. For ordinary people, the sunshine after the rain can make people feel better, but Uncle Mori's mood was still heavy. He was also a detective, and Nara was his colleague. No matter how carefree he was, he could not recover his previous mood so quickly.
After returning home, Uncle Mori, unusually, didn't sit in front of the TV with a beer, calling out Yoko's name. For the first time, he washed up and went to bed early after dinner.
Uncle Mori has changed so much that Ran is a little worried, but she knows that these things are up to Uncle Mori himself, so she doesn't bother him.
The next day, just as the sun was rising in the sky, a piece of news exploded like a bomb, and most people in the city were talking about the explosive news that had happened the night before: the body of another on-duty police officer had been found in his own underground parking lot.
Headlines like "A Radical's Actions?", "Violent Group Retaliation?", "Full of Suspicion?", "Personal Grudges?", and "Challenging the Police?" flooded the city, making anyone who hadn't heard of these stories seem out of touch.
When Uncle Mori saw the newspaper early in the morning, his expression became even more serious. His mood, which had just eased a little, became tense again. He took the newspaper and made a phone call to Inspector Megure: "Inspector Megure, I would like to ask about the details of last night's case."
For the first time, Inspector Megure directly refused Uncle Mori's request when asked about it, hanging up the phone under the pretext that he was too busy.
"Moshi moshi? Inspector Megure?" After failing to call him, Uncle Mori hung up the phone, still feeling somewhat heavy-hearted. "Inspector Megure's reaction this time was completely different from usual. I feel there must be something he can't tell you behind it."
After hanging up the phone, Inspector Megure's expression was unusually serious, unlike his usual kind demeanor. He turned to Shiratori beside him and said, "Brother Shiratori, listen carefully. This is a secret between the two of us. You absolutely cannot tell anyone else, understand?"
Shiratori, naturally aware of the gravity of the situation, nodded and replied, "Yes."
...
In a luxuriously decorated private office, a middle-aged man with a side-parted mustache and wearing a suit sat in a leather chair watching the news report on the police officers attacked the previous night. His face gradually darkened, and he turned to look at the lighter in his hand.
The lighter is finely crafted, with a silver-gray body and champagne gold trim. What's eye-catching is the line of black text "T.JINNO" on the lighter.
On the man's desk was an open document with his name and position written on it. The man was none other than the head of the Criminal Investigation Department, named Toshiro Odagiri.
...
As dusk fell, the setting sun took on a faint orange hue.
Uncle Mori and his group, along with Sonoko, arrived at the Beika Sun Plaza Hotel to attend the wedding celebration hosted by Shiratori's sister.
These past few days have coincided with the attack on the police, a funeral coinciding with a wedding, which made Uncle Mori mutter a few complaints.
Shiratori's sister, Shiratori Sara, was helpless in this regard. The banquet had been scheduled a month ago, but this incident happened recently, and changing the time would be very troublesome. Moreover, this was just a celebration, not a wedding ceremony, so the time could not be changed.
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