Chapter 3592, Page 3604 [Comic?]
"But was the person who sent the letter really Uzo?"
“And that person who looks a lot like Matsuda.” Amuro Tooru pondered to himself, his mind swirling with thoughts. “In the end, what is his relationship with Uzo?... If they are not the same person, then what is his purpose in sending this letter?”
...
There was very little information related to Uzo, and Amuro Tooru's expression kept changing as he couldn't quite grasp the situation.
Officer Takagi didn't need to think about it too much. He glanced at the letter, scratched his head, and said:
"It's probably another prank by one of Jiang Xia's fans. Maybe if you look carefully, you can find some small gifts or something in the trash bag... But for something like this, you're really kind of Amuro-sensei to come all this way."
Amuro gave a fake smile, maintaining his persona as an "organizational member trying to infiltrate the police force": "This is what a detective should do. You can come to me if you have any trouble in the future."
Officer Takagi: "..." No need for that. Jiang Xia is more reliable in comparison.
Beside her, Judy looked at the remote control in Amuro Tooru's hand, but narrowed her eyes suspiciously: "The detonator is in your hand, you took out the letter, and we didn't see any other suspicious people just now... Are you just being too helpful, or did you stage this?"
Amuro Tooru glanced at her: "Speaking of which, Ms. Jodie, what's with all those erotic teacher-student comics of yours?"
Judy: "??!"
Her emotions, which had just calmed down a little, were suddenly thrown into turmoil again, and she blushed from head to toe once more: "I, I... I already said that it was all a misunderstanding!"
Amuro Tooru snorted coldly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
He didn't waste any more time with this stupid FBI agent. He tossed the remote control he found to the police, then crouched down to examine the wrecked paper decorations left after the explosion. Amuro Tooru didn't linger any longer and turned to rush towards the alley.
This wasn't the first time he'd seen that guy who looked exactly like Matsuda but claimed to be named "Kurosawa."
Last time, that person had already entered the Metropolitan Police Department, but under the watchful eyes of everyone, he completely disappeared in the closed room in the blink of an eye.
This time there were no enclosed rooms; escape was possible from any direction. The moment Amuro Tooru rushed through the alley and found no one, he knew in his heart that the chances of catching that guy were probably slim.
...But we still have to pursue it.
Since we're already here, what if we're lucky and they're unlucky and we bump into each other? —That Kurosawa is just good at escaping, he doesn't just disappear into thin air. As long as he has an escape route, I have a chance to intercept him!
He had a vague feeling that if he could catch that person, the doubts in his heart would soon be answered.
When a tenacious undercover agent begins to seriously search for the ghost.
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On the other side.
Looking at the colorful streamers scattered on the ground, Officer Takagi hesitated and asked Miwako Sato, "Officer Sato, what do we do now?"
Sato Miwako thought for a moment, then shook her head: "Never mind these paper scraps for now, they're not illegal anyway. Let's continue looking for the wire hanger that strangled the victim."
The young officers searched through the bags again, but finally said helplessly, "Officer, we've looked through all of these bags. There are no wire hangers or anything similar."
Conan was extremely surprised: "How is this possible?"
Could it be that the store manager's wife's frequent peeking at the garbage bags was an act?
Officer Sato hadn't expected things to turn out this way. She hesitated for a moment, then raised her hand: "Put this trash away and return it to those two staff members."
A group of people nodded and began to hurriedly pack up the trash.
Sato Miwako leaned closer to Jiang Xia and whispered, "When we were searching through the trash earlier, the shop manager's wife looked really strange. The murder weapon should definitely be hidden here, but we couldn't find it... You were watching the whole time, did you notice who hid the clothes hanger, or missed something?"
Jiang Xia shook his head: "The search just now was fine. If the murder weapon isn't here, it can only mean that it was taken away beforehand."
Officer Takagi largely agreed: "Some people do indeed pick up usable things from the trash."
Officer Sato: "But after a clothes hanger strangles someone, it must be severely deformed. Who would pick up such a twisted clothes hanger?"
Jiang Xia looked at the crows perched on the telephone pole, glaring at the garbage on the ground: "Humans may not need deformable clothes hangers, but there are some things they really like."
Two policemen: "...Something? What is it?"
Jiang Xia pointed to the sky: "When crows build their nests, they use whatever materials are available. If there are branches, they'll pick them up; if there's wire, they'll pick it up..."
"I see!" Officer Sato's eyes lit up, suddenly realizing, "So after the murderer threw away the clothes hanger last night, a passing crow saw it, picked it up, and built its nest in it!"
Jiang Xia nodded: "Not much time has passed, so the clues in the clothes hanger shouldn't have been erased yet—as long as we search the area and pay attention to the crows' nests on high places, we should be able to get the clothes hanger."
Officer Sato rubbed her temples in exasperation at this absurd method of finding clues, but since things had come to this, she assigned areas to her subordinates and prepared to conduct a thorough search of the crows' nests in the area.
...
The two high school girls were still huddled together with the FBI, agonizing over the strange and suspicious things about Judy.
As I was muttering to myself, I suddenly noticed that the parking lot was empty. I turned around and saw that the large group of police officers who had been rummaging through the trash had all disappeared, leaving only a few scattered individuals still helping the staff collect the trash.
Sonoko Suzuki was stunned: "Where is he?"
The junior officer in charge of sorting the trash said, "Everyone has gone to look for clues. Mr. Jiang Xia just mentioned that the coat hanger is still nearby, so Officer Sato asked everyone to go out and search."
"This lead is so complicated?" Sonoko Suzuki's eyes sharpened, and she pulled Ran Mouri along. "Let's help too!"
—Words are no proof. Once we find the evidence, we'll know whether Ms. Judy is innocent or not!
Two high school girls ran out.
Behind them, James breathed a sigh of relief: "The troublesome people are finally gone... Let's go back to the hospital."
"Go back? What's there to go back to!" Judy rolled up her sleeves, stomped her heels on the ground, and declared with high spirits, "First, find that coat hanger! — That bastard Uzo is always slandering people, and I'll start with this case to prove him completely wrong!"
With that, she ran off with an aura no less imposing than Sonoko Suzuki.
James: "..."
He really wanted to dump this troublesome subordinate and go find a coffee shop for tea, but then he remembered Judy's current state, like a sieve...
After a moment of silence, the old FBI agent could only sigh and wearily chase after them.
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