Chapter 65 The Gathering of Eyebrow Pencils
"Yes, I am Tang Ze...right...right now? Um, okay..."
Tang Ze put down the phone helplessly and did He made a gesture of spreading his hands: "Sorry, something suddenly happened... Mr. Mori has fallen asleep now, so why don't you go by yourself?"
After some exploration and reasoning, Conan has successfully embarked on the established path. The line of reasoning not only determined that the person who traded tequila was Hideaki Nakajima, but also discovered that the explosion was not a targeted suppression, but an oolong attempt to kill the wrong person.
He became even more angry when he came to this conclusion.
He had been small for so long, and finally managed to track down the clues after Joker showed up. Before he could dig out anything, he was destroyed by the murderer's murderous intent.
Although this should not be the idea of a righteous detective, Conan's first reaction was "If you want to kill people, no matter what method you use, you have to use bombs!".
And Tequila, aren’t you also a member of that organization? Why are you so unsatisfied! He was casually sent away by a passing murderer!
He came to Karasawa to help him complete the conclusion of his reasoning. At the same time, he detained Hideaki Nakajima, who was dealing with tequila, and asked for some information. As soon as he opened his mouth, Karasawa was about to be called away by a phone call. .
Everything is inappropriate, everything is not going well, and I feel angry.
An angry Conan went to fiddle with Kogoro Mouri, who was sitting next to him and fell asleep due to a hangover. Karasawa took two steps back, avoiding the sight of Ran Mouri and Sonoko Suzuki, and quietly walked towards the exit on the side of the venue.
Feng Jian Yuya stood in front of the door among the police blocking the scene, waiting for him to come out with his hands folded.
"Officer Kazami." Tangze stepped forward to greet him politely, and asked pretending to be curious, "Are you also coming to the venue to assist in the bombing investigation?"
Of course he knew. He must have been called out by Toru Amuro's phone call, and he was just curious about what excuse they were going to use to drive him away.
"I came here specifically for you." Kazami Yuya felt that his eyebrows were creased by frowning all day long. Now that he saw Karasawa's humble and courteous attitude, he reflexively felt stomach cramps. , so he decisively took out the materials he had prepared long ago, "Some investigations require your cooperation."
Tang Ze looked at the photos in his hand, his heart skipped a beat, and he pressed his ribs involuntarily.
These are some bad gangsters with bad hair styles. You can tell at a glance that they are bad gangsters.
In the original person’s memory, their expressions were more ferocious and terrifying than in the photos.
These faces reawakened the phantom pain in his ribs, the humiliation and fear of being pinned to the ground unable to move, and then they were kicked one after another, and he choked and coughed until his throat was filled with blood. ...
Karazawa subconsciously retreated, assuming a defensive counterattack posture, and waved away Kazami Yuya's hand.
His excessive resistance was unexpected by Feng Jianyu, and the photo almost came out.
Kangze knocked his hand crooked before breaking away from the rising negative emotions, and apologized in his heart to Yuya Kazami, a conscientious migrant worker.
I don’t know why, but Tang Zezhao’s memory is so clear that it’s not normal. Human memory is like notes written on paper. As time goes by, it oxidizes and turns yellow, and gradually becomes blurred. In particular, unpleasant memories such as fear, pain, and panic will fade more quickly.
This is the most normal memory mode for people. After all, forgetting is a self-protection mechanism of the brain.
But Tang Zezhao's memories are not like that. They are like edited videos. Once they are called up, they will be replayed to the exact second, and the emotions and feelings in them will also be reproduced.
There may be something wrong with this child Tang Zezhao. Tang Ze was clearly aware of this.
Perhaps, the special state in which he seemed to have lost his memory after time travel but would be remembered again when he recalled it was the memory isolation method adopted by Tang Zezhao for self-protection. He locked the memory into the corresponding "drawer" and it would not appear unless he opened it, lest he suffer a mental breakdown like a hyperamnesic patient. Tang Ze sighed in his heart, but his face caught the gaffe just now without any pause, and continued: "Where did you find the photo? Are you really with them?"
For Karasawa, who has long-term acting experience, acting is basically a passive skill. Yuya Kazami certainly couldn’t see through it. He just thought that Karasawa had included him in the chain of persecutors. Express distrust and resentment towards him.
"No, I am investigating the suspicious points in your case." Kazami Yuya decisively revealed his identity, lest Karasawa get excited and start to evade and escape, which would be really difficult to catch, he pushed Glasses, "Let's get to know each other again. The Metropolitan Police Department, the Public Security Department, and the Police Department, Kazami Yuya."
"Public Security..." Karasawa put away his tight defensive posture and repeated doubtfully, "Are you a Public Security Bureau?"
"That's right." Kazami Yuya praised his quick wit and did not move. He continued seductively, "There are great doubts about your case, and we suspect that there is serious malfeasance in office. Don't talk about it here yet, get in the car with me."
Okay, very nice answer, Tang Ze likes this kind of drama to give face.
So he adjusted his mood and got into Yuya Kazami's car with a slightly defensive and hesitant pace.
After confirming that Karasawa was seated, Kazami Yuya immediately locked the car door and locked it tightly. Inexplicably, he felt as safe as throwing the wild cat with its teeth and claws into the cat cage.
Otherwise, go back and suggest to Mr. Furitani that you apply for an electronic shackle for bail prisoners. This guy is really capable of causing trouble.
Unfortunately, this kind of attitude of staring at criminals will inevitably make Tang Ze feel rebellious. Mr. Fangtani may find it difficult to agree.
Feng Jian Yuya felt a little regretful and turned the key to start the car.
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When Karasawa was brought into the Metropolitan Police Department, Conan’s reasoning was in full swing.
"The person who planted the bomb is you, Mr. Takeshita!" Conan shouted this into his tie, grinding his molars before continuing, "The Mantendo Company briefcase found at the scene has the company logo on it. It is bent outward, which means that the explosive is not on the outside, but on the inside of the bag!"
Megure Police Department looked back at Takeshita Yunobu, who was squatting with his head in his hands, and said seriously: "Then! , was he the one who handed the briefcase to the deceased? "
"No, it was Mr. Hideaki Nakajima who had a secret deal with the deceased, am I right? Sir?”
“Deal?” The Megure Police Department turned its attention to Nakajima Hideaki.
"Yes. The bag that the deceased took out from the storage area was 'No. 98', and the bag Mr. Nakajima took just now was 'No. 124'. The three of you jumped in line and checked in among our group. The items should be numbers 97-99, so you completed a secret transaction with the deceased by exchanging storage cards.”
At this point in Conan's review, I feel like my fists have become hard again. Tequila, Nakajima Hideaki, and Takeshita Yunobu, I really don't know who is the bad guy, and how could such an oolong happen by accident.
The real bad guy he ignored might be himself. Conan pinched his bowtie's fingers very hard, but continued his analysis in a calm tone.
“But the deceased did not expect that what he got was not Mr. Nakajima’s storage license plate, but Takeshita, who had already exchanged his license plate with Mr. Nakajima’s in advance, and stored a whole box of explosives. Mr. Nakajima's number plate!"
Conan poked his head out from behind the pillar, looked at Hideaki Nakajima's expression, and said coldly: "Tell me the truth, Mr. Nakajima, who is the deceased? What deal did he make?”
(End of Chapter)