It must be influenced by his family. After all, his brother is a very powerful sniper...
Thinking of the past, Shiliang Zhenzun was inevitably a little dazed, but he quickly calmed down his emotions, stopped the words that were about to reach his lips, and said instead:
"What are you talking about? I'm a detective!"
Because he is a detective, he is involved in all types of knowledge.
A very foolproof answer.
Conan thought for a while and realized that this was not the focus of his current attention, so he did not ask further questions.
My thoughts returned to the sniper case.
Since the Metropolitan Police Department puts most of its energy into investigating the identity of the mysterious sniper, a scene where only bullet casings and dice are left is obviously not worth wasting police manpower to continue to be stationed at.
It's just that... there are no more clues, which means that it is very difficult to find the sniper.
This is an endless loop.
On the way to the scene, Conan selectively told Sera Masumi the contents of the meeting that Judy Stelling conveyed to him.
…
Although there are no police officers on duty at the floating tank near Azuma Bridge in Sumida Ward, the cordon is still in place and no outsiders are allowed to enter.
However, such a small scene could not stop the two people who considered themselves as 'detectives'.
One of them held a telescope and the other held a map. They chose a suitable observation point and walked around behind the cordon in a familiar way.
"It's really strange..."
Sera Masumi observed the surrounding environment:
"Even if you use an ordinary telescope bought in the supermarket, you can clearly see the abandoned building opposite from this distance. Is that guy really the sniper who killed Fujinami Hiroaki and Moriyama Jin?"
"Yeah..." Conan looked down at the map, "There's another thing that worries me..."
"What did you find?" Sera Masumi asked hurriedly.
"Just shells and dice."
Conan explained: "The locations where the criminal left these two pieces of evidence after committing the crime were all located in the Asakusa area."
"Distance, trajectory and dice...?"
Sera Masumi thought for a while, but couldn't combine them into useful clues for a while.
The corner of her eye fell on Conan's face, which was thinking seriously, and he was about to ask,
As a result, the ringtone of Conan's cell phone rang first.
"Hello? Teacher Judy."
He picked up and turned on the amp.
Judy Stelling's slightly urgent voice sounded from the loudspeaker:
"We performed a pathological autopsy on Hunter and found a large amount of painkillers in his stomach, and they were extremely powerful!"
"A lot of painkillers?" Conan was stunned.
Judy Stelling continued: "Yes, the reason was later found out through MRI. We found bullet fragments near Hunter's brainstem that were not left by this sniper..."
"It must have been the bullet that hit him on the battlefield 8 years ago!" Conan quickly realized the problem.
"Yes, although the operation was successful, there were still fragments left, and those fragments would compress the optic nerve and other nerves..."
Judy Stelling guessed: "I think...Hunter is usually suffering from headaches, and his vision may have been greatly reduced."
"Even your vision is affected?"
Hearing this, Sera Masumi couldn't help but interjected and asked: "In this case, can he still have a way to snipe in Seattle?"
Conan pondered for a moment: "If even that incident was caused by the criminal this time..."
"Eh?!" Sera Masumi was surprised: "But in that case, wouldn't the duel between the two be meaningless?"
"No! Hunter was killed unexpectedly, which directly disrupted the direction of the police's investigation. In this way, they would neglect to guard against Hunter's original goal, and not only the police would think so, but those two people would also think so. Damn it! "
Conan's face became extremely ugly: "Teacher Judy, do you have the contact information of Mr. Waltz and Mr. Murphy!"
"No."
"Because we have limited manpower, the safety of these two individuals has always been the responsibility of the police," Judy Stelling said.
Click!
Conan hung up the phone directly and called Takagi Wataru, the detective's internal line at the Metropolitan Police Department.
The latter also lived up to his expectations, and the phone only rang a few times before being picked up.
"Hello? Conan, what's the matter?" Takagi Shiba's naive voice sounded.
Conan was not polite at all: "Officer Takagi, where are Mr. Waltz and Mr. Murphy?!"
"Huh? Oh..."
Takagi calmed down his thoughts and revealed unconsciously: "Mr. Waltz is still in Kyoto, and Mr. Murphy has insisted that everything is fine, and completely ignored the prefectural police's obstruction and took the express train Da Liuli which departed at 9 o'clock this morning. He went to Tokyo and heard that he had an appointment with someone, who also sent him a ticket..."
Depart at 9 o'clock! ?
Conan looked at the time on his phone.
10:56.
"I remember that it takes about 2 hours by bus from Nikko to Asakusa, right?"
"Yes, I heard that we will arrive at Asakusa Station around 11 o'clock." Takagi Wataru replied in the affirmative.
"Oops! If that was a trap deliberately set by the prisoner..."
Sera Masumi and Conan looked at each other, and both of them thought of a possibility at the same time.
"Then the place where you can see the station platform will be an excellent sniping position!"
Thinking of this, Conan yelled into the phone, 'Mr. Murphy is the target of the sniper.
At this time, on the Toto Bell Tree Tower Line, which is separated from the Azuma Bridge, the Limited Express Ouriuri had already entered the bridge over the Sumida River and started to slow down.
Conan didn't have time to think about where the sniper was lurking.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of horns coming from the Komagata Bridge behind me.
What's wrong? Is it a traffic jam?
He felt something in his heart, and subconsciously looked back, only to see a black van parked in the center of the bridge, just in position to correspond to the gradually decelerating train!
Turn on the telephoto function on the tracking glasses.
The picture was enlarged, and at the window of the van, a figure was hidden in the shadow of the bridge pier. Only the cold muzzle of the long sniper rifle was exposed to the sun, as if announcing the loss of another life.
not good! It turns out that guy was planning to be there, but damn... there was no time to turn back!
Conan's heart tightened instantly. He gritted his teeth and raised his heart. He stepped on the power of his skateboard and prepared to use a football to set up obstacles on the Azuma Bridge between the Komagata Bridge and the BELL TREE line.
We must delay the time when the Da Liuli slows down!
The high-speed rotating wheels underneath the skateboard rub against the ground, causing a series of sparks to fly.
Conan lowered his body and shifted his center of gravity as low as possible.
Crossing the critical point.
As the slope of the river channel slows down, the speed of the skateboard increases. Conan gripped the edge of the skateboard tightly. He leaned forward, feeling the howl of the wind and the pressure brought by the speed and jumped up.
(End of chapter)
