"What's wrong? What's going on? Why is there such a fuss?"
Interrogation area.
Apparently hearing the noisy noise outside, Miwako Sato opened the door of the interrogation room and hurried out, just in time to meet Katsumi Uehara coming out of the interrogation room.
"It sounds like the prisoner sent another letter?"
Turning around and giving a sign of not moving to Miyazawa Yuka who was sitting on the chair, Uehara Katsumi and Sato Miwako walked side by side to the office area after closing the door.
Wearing an orange trench coat, Mu Mu Shisan's face was as dark as water, and he was holding a letter in his hand.
Beside him, there was Mouri Kogoro with the same solemn expression.
Miwako Sato, who was confused, took a step forward, frowned and asked, "Police department, what's going on?"
"See for yourselves."
With an expressionless face, Mumu Shisan softened his tone slightly when he saw that the visitor was his beloved general, and handed the letter in his hand to her.
"The chips are in place, the prompts have been distributed, and the game begins. I hope you can win before the game time is up, and don't let me down. Especially you, Officer Uehara, who impressed me so much."
Miwako Sato suddenly raised her head as she read out word for word what was on the letter, and her eyes couldn't help but turn to the man next to her.
Katsuki Uehara took a few steps forward, reached out and took the letter from his partner and glanced at it: "Police Department, who is sending this?"
"It's timely. The sender is a person named Saai Jiro. We are looking up detailed information about him."
Megure Thirteen clasped his hands behind his back, his tone obviously suppressing the anger of being provoked: "I received a notification from Takagi and the others about Sayuri Matsumoto's kidnapping this morning. Obviously, this is a prisoner declaring war on our Metropolitan Police Department.
"Use Sayuri's life as a bargaining chip to declare war on us."
The huge office area could only fall into deathly silence for a while. Everyone present looked at the blackboard where the details of the case were written, and the atmosphere gradually became depressed.
This is a complete lunatic.
Almost instantly, this idea flashed through everyone's mind.
"According to Sato and Uehara-kun's description, there are 12 bombs left that the prisoner bought from the Shinkansen bomber. In other words, if we do not find the kidnapped Sayuri Matsumoto within the so-called game time, she will die. "
Megure Thirteen, who walked to the blackboard, picked up a pen and drew a circle focusing on the two "bomb dealers" captured in the previous Shinkansen bombing case.
"The message, the message on that card!"
With an ugly face, Sato Miwako dug out the metal card wrapped in the evidence bag from the evidence box: "The so-called game tips."
"This bastard..."
Even though he is no longer a criminal policeman, Mouri Kogoro, who still remembers his days as a policeman in his heart, looked solemn and said: "Can you show me the reminder on that, Sato Criminal Police?"
"Of course, Detective Mori."
Sato Miwako handed the card over, and Mouri Kogoro looked at it carefully for a while, but still couldn't figure out the reason.
"Uncle, show me!"
Conan jumped up and reached out to grab it, his eyes quickly scanning the contents on the card——
"Just stop it, little brat!"
Mouri Kogoro, whose temples were pounding, was not used to it. He rolled up his sleeves and punched Conan, who was still alive and kicking just now, squatting on the ground and holding his head, crying in pain.
"Brother Maori, how are you doing? Do you have any ideas?" Due to the super reasoning ability shown by Kogoro Maori in the previous contacts, Megure Thirteen looked around at his subordinates and secretly thought in his heart. He sighed and decisively asked him for help.
"Hmm... not yet. However, what is written in this warning letter is that the prisoner is a clergyman? Or a former clergyman?"
Mouri Kogoro, who was stroking his chin with his right index finger, put forward his first opinion.
"…………"
The prisoner is a ghost priest!
This is clearly a very symbolic image!
Conan, who was squatting on the ground, wiped away the tears that he had squeezed out of his eyes. When he stood up, he was almost staggered by Mouri Kogoro's specious reasoning.
Shaking his head and seeing Uncle Maori having a heated discussion with the police, Conan sighed, his young body quietly slipped out of the crowd, walked to the blackboard and looked up at the extremely clear context of the murder on the board——
First, there is the serial murder case that lasts one body a day. There were seven deceased persons in total, with different occupations;
Secondly, there is the policeman Shiratori Rensaburo who was bombed in the Asahiju restaurant and was sent to the hospital and is still unconscious;
Finally, there is today's Sayuri kidnapping incident.
The prisoners' actions became more radical each time.
If the prisoner was following a certain pattern, then what he sent——
Um?
Thinking about the selfless Conan, he suddenly came back to his senses when a person appeared next to him. He was about to use the trick of being cute that has been tried and tested in recent times, but he found that this person had no intention of paying attention to him at all——
Like him, the man stood in front of the blackboard. Chewing gum in his mouth, blowing bubbles from time to time, his eyes wandering back and forth on the content on the blackboard.
Something's wrong, something's wrong, what does this guy want to do?
Uehara Katsumi frowned as he wrote the prompts on the metal card on the blank space of the blackboard.
All the possible connections he had finally found with the murderer among the seven victims in the serial murder case showed his caution, but now two letters of provocation and a crime reminder directly put this caution to the wind. A mess.
"Damn it."
After cursing under his breath, Katsuki Uehara took several deep breaths and kept telling himself that he needed to calm down.
His train of thought cannot be disrupted. This is most likely a method used by the murderer to disrupt the police's sight. His train of thought cannot be disrupted.
Conan, who had his hands in his pockets, was looking at the crime reminder just written by Katsumi Uehara, and fell into deep thought again.
[The ferocious beast's eyes turned red with hunger amid the cheers, and the sad fighter swung his deadly spear at his companions in despair;
The bright fireworks cheered the victors, and the lives in the cage shrank in a corner and shivered...]
If these two sentences refer to the Colosseum in ancient Rome, is it the football stadium with the most similar shape or some comprehensive sports venues?
But if this is the case, what do the following words mean?
Represents time?
No, that's not right either. This explanation doesn't fit.
"Ring ring ring!"
Suddenly, a sudden ringing of the phone attracted everyone's attention.
Under the gaze of everyone behind him, Katsuki Uehara took out his mobile phone and pressed the answer button: "Takagi?"
"I found it, Uehara Criminal!"
On the other end of the phone, there was a hint of excitement in Wataru Takagi's voice: "People at Suzuki Freight have confirmed that one of the goods transported by the seventh deceased was a batch of ingredients purchased by the Asahiju restaurant that exploded.
"In addition, Chiba also found out the name of the person who had a conflict with the first deceased and slapped him."
Uehara Katsuki's eyes lit up: "What's your name?"
"That's the Kirino Keiichi you captured yesterday afternoon."
