The screen returns to the Metropolitan Police Department.
In the coffee shop, during the police investigation of the social relations of the deceased, several suspects were found. During the on-site interrogation, of course it was Kudo Shinichi, the protagonist-like detective, who caught the flaw in the criminal's logic. Arrest him and bring him to prison.
In fact, in the process of handling the case, the Metropolitan Police Department is not so invisible.
It can be seen from the original history that the cases detected by the detectives are indeed logically impeccable, but when the criminals come to court and pay an experienced lawyer, they can easily find out the unreasonable contents. This allows the prisoner to obtain a court-level verdict of innocence.
So what the Metropolitan Police Department did after the detectives solved the mystery and left was to follow the truth and collect a complete chain of evidence step by step to make the case procedurally unbreakable.
Since the detectives have already given the truth that is close to reality, this step does not require them to cast the net like headless flies, and naturally they will get twice the result with half the effort.
…
In front of the Metropolitan Police Department's painter, Matsuda Jinpei was describing Asakura's appearance.
"The distance between your eyes is a little closer."
"No, it's too close. It's better to be further away."
"No, no, no, it's much further away, a little closer, just a little bit closer!"
He sat on a chair next to the table and made detailed modifications to the female painter.
The artist squeezed the black pencil in his hand and resisted the thought of smashing it into Matsuda's face. He just asked her to draw outside of work, and he asked for so much.
"Is this okay!?"
After deleting and revising it several times, the artist put down his brush, his tone clearly gritting his teeth.
"Okay, okay, thank you very much. I'll treat you to barbecue later!"
Matsuda Jinpei took the portrait and after confirming that the face on it was eighty-nine times similar to Asakura's, he rolled it up and held it in his hand like a stick.
"No need, just don't come to me for this kind of thing next time." Miss Painter said with a sullen face and tired heart.
Indeed, because he was in a hurry, Matsuda Jinpei urged him a little hastily and his requirements were extremely high. If it weren't for the fact that he looked pretty pleasing to the eye, he would probably have given up his career as a painter long ago.
"Don't worry, there will be no next time."
Matsuda knew that this time it was his own problem, but because it involved the organization, he could not explain it in detail to unrelated people. At this time, he could only smile apologetically and leave the scene quickly.
…
The taxi stopped on the roadside in the deserted countryside, and Curacao got out of the car midway.
"Do you like this style?"
Belmode leaned against the car, looked at the green fields, and lit a cigarette.
"What?" Asakura Makoto was lying on the back seat, looking up from the narrow rectangular window and looking at Belmode who was stuck on the separation between the front and rear doors.
"Why install lake paint in a place like this?" Belmod blew out a smoke ring.
"I'm not pretending to be stupid, but I think you wouldn't ask such a stupid question." Asakura Zhen put the mask on his face to block the light coming in from the car window.
Belmode was not angry. She laughed softly. Perhaps it was because she had just finished smoking. Her voice at the moment had a sexiness that was different from usual.
"Speaking of it, Curaçao seems to be very lucky. Last time Rum saved her, this time you save her."
When she said this, she began to feel sorry for herself for no reason: "Am I getting old and losing my charm?"
Usually when she said this to Gin, Gin always seemed to ignore her without any reaction, but for Gin, being silent in the face of provocation was a sign of confusion, so Belmode could always secretly ignore her. snickering.
However, the person here now is Asakura Makoto, and his answer is extremely concise and concise, with only two words in total——
"really."
silence……
After a while, Asakura began to explain again, as if to enhance the persuasiveness of his answer: "When you became what you are now, Shirley was just born. Now Shirley is fifteen years old. Your age……"
"Almost fifty, right?"
The cigarette burning with sparks was pinched in two by the witch and thrown into the ravine of the field.
"Hey, you guy!" Belmod turned around and slapped his palm on the window glass with a dull sound, "You know it, right?"
Belmod's taboo is human experimentation that turns her into a monster, and her age also counts.
"Ah, I know, I feel out of place while walking in this world. Everything is familiar yet strange."
"Some people see immortality as a blessing, while others see it as a curse."
Asakura's voice came from under the demon's mask. Belmod stared at the mask. At this moment, it seemed as if the demon in hell was talking to her.
"If you want to return to normal, once Shirley's research is completed, I will let her continue researching the antidote."
"But when the time comes and you become senile in an instant, you can't blame me for not reminding you."
"Of course, you can also choose to make other people in this world like you, so that they can get the secret of immortality, and maybe they will be grateful to you."
"...Tsk."
Belmod leaned against the car door again, but this time her body moved to a position blocking the glass above Asakura's head, so that the outside light could only enter through the gaps around it.
"Let's wait until you can do it. Shirley's progress is a bit slow. Boss wants you to supervise it."
At this time, farmers in the countryside drove their tractors from far to near, and black smoke erupted from the erected exhaust pipes, painting the green fields with darkness.
Belmode opened the door and sat back in the driver's seat, blocking out the rumbling sound of the tractor's engine.
She adjusted her rearview mirror and got down to business.
"There is also the matter of Rum. He has made great progress over there, with the machine called 'Cocoon'."
"With this credit, it won't be long before he comes back."
After telling the news, Belmode thought she could see Brandy's solemn expression, but she found that this guy looked like a normal person, breathing so smoothly that he seemed to be asleep.
"After breaking out of the cocoon, you can become a butterfly. The contrast between butterflies and insects is like a portrayal of immortality and mediocrity. This name is quite appropriate."
After a while, Asakura took off the mask covering his face, sat up, first praised the name of the machine, and then turned to ask: "By the way, are you really okay if you tell me these things? Leak Rum’s research results to me.”
Belmode did not answer directly.
"Compared to you, I just hate that guy Rum. It's better to work with a handsome guy like you." She ended the topic with a joke.
"Oh, I understand. Once Rum comes back, he will definitely suppress members of my faction, such as Shirley, Shirley's sister and so on."
"Are you worried about the two sisters from the Miyano family?"
Asakura leaned out most of his body from the gap between the front seats with great interest, tilted his head and asked.
Hearing this sentence——
Belmod's expression changed, and he became gloomy. He started the car directly, stepped on the accelerator, and used the inertia of the rapid start to throw Asakura Makoto back into the back seat.
"How can it be!"
