·115｜Exclusive from Jinjiang·115
A completely new way of interrogation.
Matsuda Jinpei and the others agreed to keep Edogawa Conan's secret, but before parting, Hagiwara Kenji squatted down in front of Conan, rubbed his head, and earnestly said, "Call Ran-chan often."
Kenji Hagiwara didn't spell it out, but Conan could vaguely guess what he meant.
Conan's ears turned slightly red, and he hesitated for a moment before nodding, "Mm."
The two aces of the mobile unit weren't particularly concerned about Shinichi Kudo shrinking, but Yomi Hagiwara was clearly worried.
She was deeply bothered by the labels attached to Conan. Even knowing that Conan Edogawa was the missing Shinichi Kudo, she couldn't ignore the labels attached to him.
Yomi Hagiwara glared angrily at Conan, then said to Kenji Hagiwara, who was trying to calm her down, "I can understand why he didn't tell Ran and me about this. But I don't understand why he won't tell the police."
Matsuda Jinpei and Kudo Shinichi weren't close; they'd only met once. So, he bluntly exposed Conan's thoughts without holding back: "Either he's too scared, or he's too arrogant, or he's being monitored and coerced into not calling the police. There are only three possibilities."
Matsuda Jinpei glanced at Conan sideways: "But this kid likes Ran Mouri, doesn't he?"
Matsuda Jinpei couldn't tell whether Shinichi liked Ran Mouri or not, but since Hagiwara said so, then it must be true.
Matsuda Jinpei smiled and raised the corners of his mouth: "If he were under surveillance and coercion, this kid would never have followed Ran Mouri, nor would he have dared to secretly call her using Kudo's voice."
"As for being timid..."
Matsuda Jinpei didn't finish speaking, but everyone present knew what he meant—Kudo Shinichi's personality was definitely not cowardly.
That leaves only one answer.
Shinichi Kudo arrogantly believed that he could solve this problem himself, or haughtily thought that the Metropolitan Police Department was incapable of solving it and could not help.
Yomi Hagiwara couldn't tolerate this idea. Her father, husband, and friends were either in the National Police Agency or the Metropolitan Police Department.
Denying them is tantamount to denying her. Even if the other party is Shinichi Kudo, her friend, she cannot accept it.
Just as Huang Quan was about to reach the breaking point, Kenji Hagiwara grabbed her waist, picked her up, and forcibly took her away.
"Second-year graduate student, put me down right now! I'm going to teach this brat Shinichi a lesson!"
"Alright, alright, isn't Kazami still waiting for your Mantra Bento? Let's hurry up and make it and send it over."
"Before that, I need to..."
The bickering young couple walked further and further away. Matsuda Jinpei chuckled and turned to look at Edogawa Conan: "I've seen your news. You are indeed very talented, but that's no reason for you to look down on the police."
"And please get this straight: you've survived this long peacefully because of us. Do you think justice is something a detective can accomplish by just talking, or that justice will fall from the sky?"
“You are very talented and brave. But your safety until now has been bought with our lives. You are going through all this because you chose to act on your own when you spotted a suspicious person instead of calling the police. You brought this on yourself.”
Matsuda Jinpei was never one to read the room. He showed no mercy even to his direct superiors, let alone someone who looked down on the Metropolitan Police Department.
After saying this, Matsuda Jinpei ignored Edogawa Conan's ashen face and turned to leave.
Undeniably, Conan Edogawa is extremely talented and his future is immeasurable, but he is still too immature.
...
After all these years, Hagiwara Yomi still only knows how to make one dish: braised beef brisket with potatoes. And even then, it's just edible, not delicious.
For some reason, Kazami Yuya, who had mistakenly eaten the Truth Bento and nearly had his stomach pumped, firmly believed that Yomi was a master chef who could control the dishes he made at will, making them both savory and sweet. She could go viral online, garnering unanimous praise, and also intimidate criminals and interrogate prisoners.
When Kazami told Hagiwara Yomi his speculation with a face full of admiration, she remained silent for a long time before shamelessly accepting his praise.
At this very moment, Yuya Kazami is waiting in the Metropolitan Police Department's underground parking lot.
When Kazami Yu returned to the Public Security Bureau after receiving the bento box from Hagiwara Yomi, the others had already prepared the juicer—the entire Public Security Bureau, from the bottom up, had mastered a completely new interrogation method, and could even be said to be very familiar with it.
Kazami Yuya pushed open the door to the interrogation room: "Is he still not going to say anything?"
His subordinate nodded: "Yes."
In seven years, Kazami has grown from a green newcomer to a reliable squad leader in the Ministry of Public Security.
Kazami Yuya pushed up his glasses and threw the lunchbox in front of the prisoner: "I'll give you two choices. Talk to me now, or finish this and we'll let you go."
The middle-aged man with handcuffs and a burly appearance paused, looking at Kazami Yuya suspiciously: "...? You're not planning to poison me, are you?"
Kazami Yuya said coldly, "Don't worry, our police never use torture to extract confessions. The ingredients are absolutely fine, and we haven't added any toxic substances to them."
The man squinted and pondered for a moment, then slowly inserted the spoon into the rice.
Kazami Yuya suddenly spoke again: "However, I must remind you that once you choose option 2, you must finish eating it all within 5 minutes. Or you can change your mind while eating and choose option 1 instead."
The man frowned, wondering what tricks the police were up to, and scooped up a spoonful of rice and put it in his mouth.
The next second, he clutched his throat with both hands, his eyes widening in pain. His pale lips moved like a fish suffocating, and he let out a loud thud in a rough, sandpaper-like voice: "Yue!"
Half a minute later, the man, whose face was as pale as wax paper, confessed.
Japan doesn't have the death penalty; confessing only results in life imprisonment. He could tell which was more serious: losing his physical freedom or having his soul shattered and waiting to start his life anew.
In the next interrogation room, an old acquaintance, arrested again for smuggling, grinned with yellowed teeth and taunted the police officer in charge of the interrogation.
Kazami Yuya originally didn't want to get involved—the truth-telling bento box sent by Yomi had already been given to the previous prisoners. But he calmly went to the cafeteria and bought a delicious and visually appealing set meal, which he then carefully packed into Yomi's bento box.
"Smack!"
Kazami Yuya placed the bento box containing a normal, delicious lunch bought from the cafeteria in front of the man, who immediately knelt down, his movements so smooth and natural as if he had rehearsed it countless times beforehand.
The man, who immediately knelt down in a deep bow, cried out: "I confess!!"
He used to believe he could give up things for money. As long as the money was right, he would do anything, whether it was to strip naked and run naked through the busiest streets of Tokyo, or to commit murder and arson.
But it wasn't until he was forced to drink two whole boxes of Mantra Bento through a plastic funnel that he suddenly realized—there really is something in this world that can make him decisively give up money.
Kazami Yuya lowered his gaze and looked coldly at the man in front of him who was sweating profusely. His face was serious: "If you had just behaved yourself earlier, this wouldn't have happened."
After the man was taken away, the police officer in charge of interrogating him asked in bewilderment, "Is there any leftover from the bento box that Mrs. Hagiwara sent?"
Kazami Yuya glanced at him and said indifferently, "No, but this guy is a repeat offender. He ate the Truth Bento once before. I guarantee he definitely doesn't want to gamble on whether this bento is really the Truth Bento."
After all, even Kazami Yuya himself didn't want to experience the horror of the Mantra Bento again, not even one bite.
They will die.
The degree to which it directly shatters the soul.
[Author's Note]
The lottery draw was held at noon today. I thought that if 10,000 Jinjiang coins were randomly distributed among 100 people, I would at least get a double-digit number of Jinjiang coins. But after the draw, I went to the backend and saw a list of winners with single-digit Jinjiang coins. I was too embarrassed to say that I sent it out.
From now on, we'll stop using random numbers and just use fixed amounts.
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