Chapter 563 Karasawa: The Phantom Thieves are still too low-key (sigh)
"You said you took pictures here because you wanted to take pictures of the apartment where your boyfriend lives to show your friends?" Megure The police officer looked at the woman who kept wiping her tears with a handkerchief and concluded.
"Yes, that's right, today is my first time here..." Chika Shimoda said with tears and sniffing, "My friend heard from me that Takai lives in a high-end apartment and wants me to I took a picture for her to take a look at, and I planned to go back after taking the picture. As a result, someone suddenly fell from the building. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be..."
"This is very embarrassing. It's strange." Officer Megure checked the record in his hand, "According to other witnesses, you left Mr. Takai's house around five o'clock in the afternoon, but it was already after six o'clock when the fall occurred. "Was it more than an hour?"
"No, everyone came to Takai's house for dinner and drinking today. I drove the others back before returning here to take pictures." Chika Shimoda turned his head and took a look. Other colleagues who were called back by the police said, "Everyone is drunk, so I can only drive them away."
"Excuse me, who are you?" Officer Megure looked at the other two men who were called back.
"Oh, we are employees of the same company." Nakamachi also stared at the blood stains and white lines on the ground for a while, and moved twice uneasily, "After noon today, the four of us have been We were having a drink at Section Chief Takai’s house to celebrate his promotion to minister.”
He was the one who drank less among the four, and he was relatively young. He was so frightened that he sobered up after hearing the news of Takai’s death.
"It's such a joyful thing. We originally planned to drink until the evening, but Section Chief Takai drank too much..." He thought about it for a long time and didn't know how to describe the other person's state at that time.
"Isn't it just that when you are drunk, you talk nonsense and talk nonsense?" Compared to Nakamachi Tongya, Kawakami's face was still flushed with alcohol, and he said directly, " While he was drinking, he started to laugh at us, saying, "If you want to get ahead, you must ignore feelings and just look forward." He said that because we couldn't do it, no matter how hard we tried, we still just did Being able to stand still... was outrageous, so we went home early.”
"'You have to disregard your feelings'? It does sound quite right..." Officer Megure frowned.
Although it is personal freedom to regard this kind of thing as a life creed, but to talk about it and say it bluntly to subordinates is not something that ordinary people can do...
"It's because what the section chief said was really too much, so after Ms. Shimoda sent me back, I sent him the email you saw and told him, 'Please take a closer look at the people below. . '" Nakamachi also lowered his head and sighed secretly.
Section Chief Takai is really a boss that is hard to describe in words.
They were not the only people in the company who were dissatisfied with him for similar reasons. When he heard that the other party died suddenly, he had ten flashbacks of the candidates for the murderer. For a few seconds.
Thinking of this, he added: "The same is true about Senior Sister Hiraya. If you consider the people he has offended, there should be quite a few in the company."
"Hiraiya?" Officer Megure looked at He looked at the paper full of writing in his hand, shook his head, turned to a new page, and stuffed it into Takagi Wataru's hand.
The deceased, as well as these persons related to the case, worked for an ordinary company, right? Why is there so much love and hatred?
Sure enough, it is still necessary to go to the scene and bring a few deputies.
"Her name is Junyo Hiraya, a former female employee of our company...she committed suicide last month." Kawakami exhaled a breath of alcohol and sighed melancholy.
"You committed suicide. Could it be that you also jumped from a building?" Officer Megu looked at the white line on the ground and guessed.
"Yes. She is this guy's senior in middle school, and she is also my and Takai's junior sister in university. She seems to be in the same class as Shimoda, right?" Kawanobu glanced at Chika Shimoda.
"Yes, that's right. In short, Flat House has a good relationship with everyone." Chika Shimoda wiped away her tears and calmed down a little.
“She committed suicide because the workload was too intense and her spirit could not bear the pressure. Then, after drinking too much, Section Manager Takai joked, ‘If you continue to fail to meet the target, you will have to "I'll fire you" and the like, maybe this sentence completely overwhelmed her, so she just..." Nakamachi lowered his eyebrows and said listlessly.
"Yeah, but it turned out that guy Takai seemed to have completely forgotten about it. I couldn't get angry, so I called him and told him, 'You were the one who killed the flat house. Status can only be reached by stepping on a group of people covered in blood...'" As if under the influence of alcohol, Chuan Sheng gritted his teeth and said viciously, "I didn't expect that someone like him would be remarked like this. It was an exciting day. It looked like he jumped off after hanging up the phone."
Takagi Wataru stopped writing for a moment and observed his expression: "So, your claim is..."
"Yes, maybe he was killed by me." Kawanobu said without any shame. He sneered, "But Mr. Police Officer, I neither threatened him nor intimidated him. I didn't even use words like "die". To be honest, it can't be considered murder, right?"
"Well, Indeed." Officer Memu nodded and winked at Takagi Wataru, indicating that he would mark this person.
If what he said is true, then it depends on the prosecutor's opinion whether to prosecute him.
But you can still say something nice.
"In that case, why don't you go back if you don't have anything to do with me?" Kawakawa showed a proud smile and stretched his stiff back. "I'm tired of saying the same thing twice."
"Two times, has anyone else asked you this question?" Thinking of Tangze who called, Officer Memu's eyebrows jumped, and he felt a little bad.
"Yes, before you came, we have been asked the same question once." Nakamachi looked at the direction of the apartment building strangely, "It's a foreign woman, a brown-haired woman." students, a young man with a Kansai accent, and a kid with glasses.”
It’s really them.
Officer Megure and Takagi Wataru, together with several search section 1 police officers who were inspecting the scene behind them, all slapped their foreheads.
"If it's just a few of them, it won't stop forever... Where are those people?" Officer Megure asked helplessly while holding his hat.
"Ah, they took the key to Mr. Takai's house and went to the 21st floor." Chika Shimoda pointed behind him. As the night got darker, the apartment building was already brightly lit.
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“It’s you indeed!”
Officer Megure rushed to the 21st floor panting, and unexpectedly saw him at the door of No. 2103 Several people leaning in front of the door.
"Good evening, Officer Megure." Karasawa, holding a bag of milk in his mouth, greeted them, "Thank you for your hard work."
"It's not bad for the hard work... No, you guys are still He really likes to act without permission." Officer Memu raised his hand in greeting and couldn't help but turn to point at the three people who looked thoughtful, "I'm sorry you couldn't bear to go in and take a look. Leave it to us..."
"Huh? What did you say?" Hattori Heiji looked back and patted his head, "We have finished the investigation."
"Photos, videos, the entire survey process is recorded!" Judy showed the two devices in her hand and smiled.
Alas, he knew that none of these guys related to Kudo and Maori Brother had a fuel-efficient lamp.
Thinking of this, Mumu Shisan glanced at Tang Ze who called him over with complaint.
Tang Zejun, aren't you always the most cooperative with the police? Why don't you try to persuade these reasoning enthusiasts?
Can anyone directly get started with collecting evidence?
"Don't look at me, the minority obeys the majority and cannot be stopped." Tangze took a sip of milk and spread his hands helplessly, "I asked them to wear shoe covers and videotaped the whole process."
< br>"Oh, okay, tell me, the door was locked at that time?" Megure Thirteen knew that this was something that Tang Ze could not control, so he walked over and opened the door resignedly.
"Yes, it's locked tightly." Conan nodded.
“There are no signs of lock picking or damage.” Karasawa added.
Tang Ze still understands this.
Megure Sanshen glanced at Karasawa, followed Hattori Heiji, and walked towards the bedroom of the deceased: "In this way, this place can be recognized as a secret room, and the possibility of the deceased committing suicide is very high "
"We thought so at first, until we saw..." Hattori Heiji took the lead, opened the bedroom door, pointed to the open window and said, "Before the curtains of this window!"< br>
"Well, the front end of the curtain was completely detached from the guide rail. The deceased must have desperately grabbed the curtain before falling, trying to survive." Tang Ze said, thoughtfully cut out the corresponding photo and pointed to it. "This is right here, we have taken a photo."
"Oh, that makes sense." After carefully comparing the photo with the scene, Officer Memu nodded in agreement.
"And here, there is a strange mark. It looks a bit like an impact." Hattori Heiji pointed at a scratch on the window glass. Officer Megure took a breath.
Search for evidence before the police, and then show your findings to the police so openly...
These detectives are really... No, Brother Maori is not at the scene either. There is a primary school student, a middle school teacher, and a detective from out of town. What is he helpless about?
Mumu Shisan, who suddenly felt more confident, said in a harder tone: "Well, I saw it, it's true."
"And here, this is the bed where the deceased slept drunkenly. , Well, I always feel that the bed is leaning against the window where he fell, which is a bit too deliberate..."
"Megure Police Department, the photos taken by Miss Shimoda have been developed, almost all of them are of the appearance of this apartment! , only one photo captured a strange figure, so we zoomed in..."
"Is this Mr. Takai?"
"Look, he really grabbed the curtain."
"Oh, he seemed to be throwing something into the room..."
"Is it a mobile phone?"
"The traces on the glass are the traces after being hit by the mobile phone? But why did you throw it inside..."
"Is the content of the phone too annoying?"
"It's impossible. No matter how angry you are, it won't make you fall down, and..."
"It's so noisy, you guys shut up! Oh, Tangze, I'm not talking about you - don't You are interfering with the work of the police by being nosy!”
The noisy detective team was driven out of the bedroom by several police officers.
"It's really hard to talk to you, you Tokyo police." Hattori Heiji said, "Our evidence collection procedures are rigorous enough."
Conan was originally thinking about the case. , heard his complaint and glanced sideways.
Is it possible that the police in Osaka are easy to talk to because you are the son of the police chief?
Knowing that Hattori Heiji didn't like hearing about this topic, Conan finished complaining in his mind and skipped the discussion of related topics: "Let's think about the method the murderer used to make the deceased fall."
As expected, Hattori Heiji diverted his attention and stopped worrying about the police driving people away: "Well, Miss Shimoda, who was taking pictures downstairs at the time, said that if she had any impact on the deceased, she could only have the flash of the camera." On the 21st floor, that little light won't affect anything."
"There is nothing wrong with Mr. Nakamachi's email," Conan continued. "The content is consistent with his 'confession'."
"The only phone number left is Mr. Kawakami's number."
"But, even if he directly asked the other party to die on the phone, the deceased would not be able to do it, right?"
"Don't forget the deceased's action of throwing the mobile phone into the house..."
Judy, who was one step behind the two of them, while listening to the reasoning relay of the two people in front, glanced at Tang Ze, who had silently fallen behind and was walking towards the door.
The smart kids, including Karasawa.
Judy, who was unaware of the other two and knew that Karasawa and Goro Akechi were actually the same person, found Karasawa's performance today doubly interesting to her.
From her observations after coming to Japan, generally speaking, detectives of this age are either eager to solve mysteries, or they have nowhere to put their overflowing intelligence to use.
So, for Edogawa Conan, this kid whose identity can be easily seen through because of his excessive intelligence, is a bit funny, but it is natural.
So, what about Karasawa, who plays the role of detective perfectly?
From the analysis of his words and deeds, it seems that he has already locked in the candidate of the murderer, but he can calmly assist the detective as an assistant, and he lacks self-identity as a detective.
What is this, role-playing forced by the situation? Or a pretender with no regrets?
Judy quirked her lips in interest, took a photo of Tangze's back as he left, then looked at the two detectives standing in the foyer discussing, and changed the direction of the camera.
There are still many opportunities to contact Tang Ze. Tonight, she had better observe more here first.
Everything else in Japan is fine, except for civilian cameras. Due to the privacy act, there is no way to eliminate the shutter sound effect.
As for just taking a few photos of collectibles, but using a specially brought spy camera...
Judy tilted her head, using the cover of her arms, silently The shutter was pressed.
She always liked to think of this kind of thing as a "career convenience."
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“Do you think we have made the style of our website too cool and a little too sophisticated?”
I heard it as soon as I was connected. Such an opening sentence caused Xingchuan Hui, who was writing so hard, to drop the pen in his hand.
"Huh? What did you say?" He raised his head in shock, "Am I hallucinating? I heard Tang Ze say that he designed the website style to be too middle-class?"
"Hey, kid, what misunderstanding do you have about me? Is my style very high-profile and exaggerated?" Tangze said in a dangerous tone as he chopped the kitchen knife heavily on the chopping board.
“You designed this website yourself, you made the buttons, you chose the colors, and you even painted the animation effects all night long. You said you were second-rate. How could I have misunderstood it? "Xingchuan Hui resolutely refused to throw the blame on his head.
“What’s wrong, doesn’t my design look good?” Tang Ze, a fan who completely paid tribute to the original work, was furious, “Isn’t this good-looking and eye-catching?”
“Yes, you You're right, so you made a special message. What do you want to say?" Miyano Akemi, who was writing notes in the ledger, brushed her forehead with the end of her pen and changed the subject from the two high school students who were about to start bickering again. Move away from your body.
“Well, I just want to say...whether it’s a masked vigilante, or becoming popular on the Internet, including the operation of online public opinion, do you think the route we are taking is too young? So that older working people will regard us as frivolous jokes or young people's new Internet tricks, and will not pay enough attention to us?" Tangze picked up the kitchen knife again and cut the onion in his hand into thin strips? , "Should we find ways to expand our audience?"
"What's wrong? Did you encounter some difficult situation and you felt it?" Asai Narumi, combing her long hair and looking at the website updates, looked away from the screen.
Some people may do such things as introspecting every day, but Tang Ze certainly does not.
What this proud boy believes in is that if you want to change, you must take action. Even if there are flaws, it is better than standing by and doing nothing. He will not have any regrets about his past choices because of some small problems. Doubtful.
"Yes, I spoke from my feelings. Just like the pair before, Yumi Horikoshi and Kazushi Nakamichi, who were in a life-and-death situation, people of their age who use Kaitou CH, I believe we can help To my own proportion, it’s too little, too little.”
Tangze turned his wrist and wiped off the onion shreds on the kitchen knife, and looked at his reflection on the knife.
Blue eyes stared back quietly.
"Today is the same. All grudges happen very quickly. If today's murderer, or other members who were harmed by the deceased, had nominated his name a month ago, today's tragedy could have been avoided. "
Although today's events can also be summarized as inevitable cases triggered by the plot, Tangze is not a person who is used to lazily blaming everything on external things and giving up the possibility of self-effort.
Is there any way to avoid these vicious mutual persecutions and strife, which ultimately lead to tragedies that cost lives?
“You think, should we make some bigger noise, something that can appear on the front page of serious social news, rather than the kind that appears in variety shows?”
Tangze said to himself as he pointed at the shining blade.
(End of this chapter)