Chapter 3589 3601 [Detective Bourbon]
The confrontation between the man and the dog didn't last long. After a series of clanging noises, the person who threw down the invitation finally chased away the Border Collie, tore up the drool-soaked envelope, rewrote it, and threw it at the door.
As night deepened, the area in front of the firm gradually quieted down.
Amuro Tooru, having fast-forwarded through the surveillance footage, rubbed his temple: "It's certainly lively, but it doesn't seem to have any useful information."
Perhaps we still have to ask Jiang Xia?
Amuro Tooru hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly picked up his phone.
I don't really want to ask.
However, this case also concerned him greatly.
—Although the sender on the invitation was unsigned and there was no evidence that it was sent by Uzo, the word "fireworks" or "explosion" on the letter alone was enough to make him extremely wary.
"On the day of the full moon, the explosion that collapsed the bridge nearly wiped out my entire army, and the hospitals were almost overflowing..."
Although the detonation point was some distance from the unfortunate victims, it thankfully did not cause too many casualties, and the police managed to suppress the news reports. However, in Amuro Tooru's mind, this did not mean that the matter was over.
"It's certain that Uzo orchestrated the explosion, but in the end, we couldn't even catch his henchmen..."
As everyone knows, Uzo is not someone who enjoys committing crimes himself. Even if you try to arrest him, you can only catch a bunch of pitiful puppets who have been unwittingly guided.
The problem is, this time, they couldn't even catch the puppet that planted the bomb.
If a character doesn't meet their end, it means they might reappear, which also means there might be more large-scale explosions later on.
Compared to ordinary cases, this kind of case obviously makes it impossible for Amuro Tooru to ignore it.
"And today's invitation involves both 'fireworks' and Jiang Xia, and it was even thrown at the door of my office..."
Amuro Tooru's gaze slowly sharpened.
His intuition told him that the guy who left the invitation might be related to the explosion on the day of the full moon.
...
The bell rang.
Jiang Xia glanced at his phone and answered the call: "Boss?"
Before he could say anything like "How rare," Amuro Tooru spoke first: "I forgot to mention earlier—I found a letter outside the agency with your current address on it. It seems the writer is preparing a grand 'fireworks' show for you."
"Fireworks?" Through the car window, under Amuro Tooru's gaze, Jiang Xia looked around as if searching for something.
Remembering the detective's deductive abilities, Amuro Tooru tentatively asked, "What's your opinion on this matter?"
Jiang Xia sighed: "Compared to fireworks, I still prefer gifts like chocolates or cookies, which can at least fill me up if I'm hungry."
"Hmm...hmm??" Amuro Tooru was about to record what he said, but after typing two words, he realized something was wrong. He paused for a second, his eye twitching slightly. "The other person said 'blood-red fireworks'!"
—It's not your fans sending you gifts!
He took a deep breath and, amidst the questioning voices on the other end, read the invitation aloud.
"I see." Jiang Xia's voice became a little more serious than before. "It seems there's another mastermind behind this case."
That's right, this time it's correct.
Amuro Tooru caught his breath and continued, "Where do you think those bombs are most likely hidden? Also, have you noticed anything strange or strange people around you these past few days?"
He hadn't told Jiang Xia about Uzo yet—for an outer member, especially one who was suspected of being frequently targeted by Uzo, knowing Uzo's identity was actually a danger.
However, now that the clues had come knocking, it wasn't really his style to pretend not to see them. So Amuro Tooru decided to approach it from this angle and find the thread that was above Jiang Xia's head.
Hearing his question, Jiang Xia thought for a moment: "As long as the bomb isn't too big, it can be hidden anywhere. I don't have any clues for now. As for strange things and people..."
He hesitated, then fell silent.
If it were just a simple phone call, then Amuro Tooru could only wait quietly for now.
...But in reality, that's not the case.
While on the phone, Amuro Tooru was also looking out the car window, so he immediately noticed that when Jiang Xia mentioned "strange people and things," his gaze immediately and subconsciously turned to the two FBI agents.
Amuro Tooru's gaze naturally fell upon that as well. Upon closer inspection, he suddenly noticed that the fake foreign teacher named Judy's face seemed unusually flushed.
"What's with that expression on her face?" Amuro Tooru wondered to himself. "Also, the way those junior officers around her are looking at her seems a bit off. A few of them are even whispering to each other while looking at her, their expressions seeming somewhat indignant... Could something have happened that I don't know about?"
As if politely avoiding the topic, while he was deep in thought, Jiang Xia used the excuse of solving a case to hang up the phone.
Amuro Tooru wasn't in a hurry to call again. He gripped the steering wheel, looked at the people next to the garbage truck, and frowned in thought.
A few days ago, Vermouth caused trouble, and the FBI became the scapegoats, with many people being tricked into joining the Metropolitan Police Department.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Amuro Tooru, who already had some understanding of the situation, thoroughly investigated the FBI.
Theoretically, he should already know everything he needs to know. But now... could there be some crucial new intelligence?
...
Next to the garbage truck.
Conan didn't hear what Jiang Xia was saying on the phone—before Jiang Xia even answered, the mini-detective's attention had already been drawn to someone else.
"Auntie Manager!" Conan called out loudly when he saw the hair salon manager, who was following far behind the police and secretly eavesdropping on their conversation. "You've come to look at the trash too?"
The shop manager's wife was clearly not in good mental shape, and she was startled by this sudden conversation for the third time.
Seeing her panicked state, Conan shook his head at her poor composure and chuckled:
"Auntie, not only did you look past the apartment building to see the garbage truck when you first arrived, but you also deliberately avoided everyone and ran to the rooftop to peek—are you particularly concerned about this garbage?"
"Of course not!" The shopkeeper's wife gave a stiff smile, as if she had been dead for 12 hours, and shook her head vigorously.
"Didn't I just explain? I went past the apartment because I heard about Mika's death and was a bit disoriented. I ran up to the rooftop to get some fresh air... I'm here now just because everyone's here, and I was curious and followed them."
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