Chapter 617 Conan: I don’t understand, but I’m shocked

Chapter 617 Conan: I don’t understand, but I’m shocked

The square in front of Miwa’s JR station is not large. Considering its geographical location as a major transportation station, it is not allowed to be located at the junction of main roads. It's a large area with just a few trees and a few benches.

Sounds like a good thing that can reduce the difficulty of searching, but when walking into the station square, Conan still felt troublesome.

There are too many pedestrians passing by here. Without the help of the police to block the bomb, no one knows where the prisoner will put the bomb and whether it will be taken away by passers-by.

If a plastic bomb capable of blowing up buildings explodes in a crowd...

"Don't worry, kid." Kitagawa Yusuke, who was a few steps behind him, crossed the sidewalk with Shi Shiran in his pocket. "Since the prisoner said he would detonate it after 1 o'clock, there is a high probability that it will be a time bomb this time."

"...Have you done any research on this kind of thing?" Unexpectedly, before he could use his brain, he was comforted by an ordinary person who looked like he was in a different situation. Conan raised his head in surprise. He glanced.

... By the way, Kitagawa Yusuke looks so thin and never had enough to eat. Why is he still so tall? It’s quite tiring to talk to him.

Kitagawa Yusuke, who was wearing 3cm height-increasing shoes, nodded seriously: "Isn't this obvious? If it's not a time bomb, what is he doing with time?"

"Even if there is no time bomb, he You can also use a remote control device?" Conan retorted first, then shook his head, "What you said makes sense."

Although Kitagawa Yusuke's judgment sounds more like a subconscious reaction of muscles directly connected to the brain than reasoning, his words are not wrong.

If the prisoner's purpose is consistent with what he described on the phone, then the other party wants to target Kudo Shinichi, and it is not to kill him directly, but to make him feel that he cannot prevent the tragedy from happening. of pain.

This shows the criminal's extreme self-confidence, and also shows that the other party's two bombs are more like "appetizers" and they want to test his depth as a detective.

As previously investigated, the number of stolen explosives was far more than that.

In order to prevent their behavior from being too strange, he did not drag Kitagawa Yusuke and walked around the station square first, simply eliminating the facades and trash cans that could be seen at a glance. , above the branches are relatively easy to think of hiding places.

It would be very conspicuous for a high school student to do this, but for an elementary school student with ADHD, it would make perfect sense.

Only at this time can I feel the convenience of children.

After a simple circle, Conan found nothing and returned to Kitagawa Yusuke who was sitting on the bench. He was about to ask him to check some parts that were difficult for him to see clearly, such as the crown of the tree, but he saw that he was lowered. Head, looking carefully at what's under the seat.

Conan leaned over and took a look. It was a pink cat box with cute pink and white stickers on the outer wall. When he got closer, he could hear the faint sound of a cat meowing.

"Please take it away..." After reading the words written on it, Conan observed it for a while and frowned.

At first glance, the cat bag is expensive. It has a very obvious decorative style. Coupled with this eye-catching color, it is an act that is very eager to be noticed. It is easy to think of having to abandon it due to family reasons. A character image of a little girl.

Under this premise, this note with too clear handwriting reveals a somewhat different age tendency.

It’s not a huge suspicion, but there is definitely a subtle sense of suspicion.

Conan was about to reach out and take it out carefully, but Kitagawa Yusuke had already bent down and pulled the cat bag out directly.

"Hey, be careful..." Although he knew that it was probably not going to be an exaggerated device like a balance pole, he still couldn't help but feel frightened when he saw Kitagawa Yusuke's heroic movements.

Kitagawa Yusuke responded with an incomprehensible look: "Shake it a little, it won't scare the cat."

"...The reason why you stare at it is because there is a cat inside?" For Kitagawa Yusuke Conan's eyebrows jumped as he was briefly confused for a moment.

"What else? What else can there be without a cat in the cat bag?" Kitagawa Yusuke looked back with a confused look.

The two looked at each other silently for a few seconds. Conan, who felt that this conversation was a bit retarded, slapped his forehead and reached out to open the lock on the cat bag.

A small milk-brown head poked its head out the next second.

"It's a Siamese cat." Kitagawa Yusuke reached out and stroked the kitten's slightly messy hair.

The cat came close to his hand and sniffed it a few times, purred twice, took the initiative to crawl onto his lap, and squatted down very familiarly.

"So good and obedient." Kitagawa Yusuke smiled and reached out to pat the cat's back. "It's very dangerous here. You can't stay here. I'll take you to another place."
< br>Unexpectedly, is he the type popular with cats and dogs?

Conan looked at the cat that was held obediently in his arms and purred under his caress. He felt an indescribable sense of déjà vu and could not help but squint his eyes and recall for two seconds. I have seen this kind of scene somewhere.

But now that the situation was urgent, he quickly put back his flexible divergent thinking, opened the small door on the cat bag, and took a look inside.

The bright red countdown device is quietly counting second by second.

It’s really this...!

"Mr. Kitagawa, look!"

"Well...there's still half an hour left, why not just walk back..."

"...Why do you have to go all the way back?!"

"But my easel is still over there. If you can't wait, you might as well call the police directly."

"Don't ! Don’t dial! Just wait for me! I’ll find a river and go back!”

Tang Ze watched the elementary school student being chased away. , stroking the obedient cat in his hand, and smiled meaningfully.

You like to take all problems on yourself without informing anyone, right?

I should let you feel it. Joker is already the most talkative person in the Phantom Thieves. If he hides the other party and does things without authorization, then he doesn't know who the people who come to meet you are.

"I still like to solve all problems by myself, little hero." Picking up the slender cat, Tang Ze looked into its ice-blue eyes for a while, then smiled, "You From now on I will call him nekko, little kitten.”

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After the two explosions, although Conan arrived in time and dealt with them in time, the bombs did not cause any casualties. There was no serious property damage, but the retaliatory bombing against Kudo Shinichi was still taken seriously.

Several witnesses who had contact with the bomber were called by the Megure Police Department for questioning. When Conan walked out of the office, he saw Yusuke Kitagawa surrounded by several of his elementary school classmates.

"Can I touch it?" Yoshida Ayumi said cautiously, looking at the cat lying on his shoulder, "I won't hurt it."

He was immersed in drawing something. Kitagawa Yusuke looked at her strangely: "You want to touch it and ask me what to do? You should ask it."

"Is this so?" Yoshida Ayumi was stunned by what he said and thought. After a few seconds, he gave up on sorting out the logical problems and turned to Siam, who was lying lazily on his shoulder, "Then can I touch you? Uh, what should I call it?"
< br>“It’s called nekko.”

“Neko? Do you mean it’s called cat?”

"No, there is a pronunciation here, which is nekko."

"What does it mean?"

"The root means the bottom of the tree."

"Huh? Why? You want to give it this name?”

“Because it was found under the tree.”

Return the roots of the tree. According to this naming logic, this cat should be called the chair, bomb pendant or something like that...

Conan, who was twitching at the retarded conversation again, stroked his forehead and walked over to interrupt. They asked, "What are you doing here? Isn't the interrogation over yet?"

"Look at Conan, this brother is really good at drawing!" Seeing him, Ayumi jumped up from the stool happily. He stopped and pointed at the notebook in Kitagawa Yusuke's hand, "This is the bearded uncle we saw. His drawings are exactly the same as what I said!" Conan was stunned and quickly took a closer look.

I saw Kitagawa Yusuke, who had a notebook and a ballpoint pen at hand, methodically processing the sketch of a figure in his hand, a man wearing sunglasses, a beret, and a coat. A bearded middle-aged man is depicted from the tip of his pen.

There was almost no difference between the man Conan saw through the magnification of his glasses.

Kitagawa Yusuke still has this kind of technology? Conan couldn't help but be impressed.

Criminal simulation portrait is not as simple a task as it sounds, not to mention that the oral descriptions are still made by a few elementary school students with limited language expression ability. To accurately grasp the height, clothing characteristics, and dress details, it requires a lot of effort. Great patience and accurate grasping ability.

In other words, without professional training, being able to draw the image dictated by others to this degree of completion is enough to say that the talent is amazing.

"It's amazing..." He praised him without water. Conan, who finally felt a little bit of art student qualities from the other party, was a little surprised, "Unfortunately, it's still difficult to catch people like this."

"Yes, the other party probably covered up all the features on purpose." Kitagawa Yusuke nodded in confirmation, slowly finished drawing the black leather gloves on the man's hands, and then put down the pen, "It seems that the fingerprints will not gain anything. "

"Even if there are fingerprints, they have been blown up." Conan thought of the remote control and the plane that died together, and didn't think there would be any traces left at the scene.

Returning the notebooks in his hands to several elementary school students, watching them hold up the portraits and rush back to the office they just came out of with great interest, Kitagawa Yusuke shrugged: "Didn't you say that this prisoner is Are you targeting high school student detectives, Kudo Shinichi? In fact, it would be faster to investigate in this direction."

"Well..." Conan laughed twice and touched his head, feeling embarrassed to speak.

If the prisoners and murderers he arrested, as well as their relatives, are regarded as people he has offended, then he has offended too many people.

Although he officially started working as a detective after high school, there is always a reason why he was able to handle cases all the way to the point where he was exaggeratedly praised by the media as "the savior of the Japanese police."

It is also because of their young age that among the prisoners who were lucky enough to be sent in by him, not to mention those who were released after serving their sentences, few of those who were actually sentenced to death have been executed.

But most of these prisoners also have their own relatives and friends. Considering that more than half of them chose to commit crimes because of the grievances of their relatives and friends, will the cycle of revenge be blamed on him as a detective? It's really hard to say...

"Oh, you have offended too many people, right?" Kitagawa Yusuke nodded suddenly, "Then you can ask him to come over and do some troubleshooting, that kind of thing, um, Criminal profiling or something like that.”

“You mean the kind in TV movies where you guess the basic characteristics of criminals based on their criminal behavior, right? Well, Brother Shinichi is not very good at that. , He is a reasoning person." Conan scratched his cheek and followed his train of thought for a moment.

If it comes to this kind of criminal profiling, he does know people who know a little bit about it.

In his impression, Karasawa, whose parents are psychologists, and Akechi Goro, who came back from the United States, should be a little bit...

Yes, the two of them seem to have a pretty good relationship. It was pretty good, although the impression Goro Akechi gave him was not that good.

Huh? Why did he suddenly connect the two people?

Ignoring what Conan was suddenly thinking about, Kitagawa Yusuke picked up the cookie that the police officer brought to comfort the child, opened it and ate it without blushing, and said casually: "No. Is it so difficult to infer? Since he is good at reasoning, he must be good at this. For example, this prisoner should be quite rich."

"Ah? Where did you get the conclusion?" Conan, who didn't understand how this was connected, was stunned.

“Just like this cat.” Kitagawa Yusuke took out his hand and lifted up the cat’s head that was hidden in his hat. “I just checked online and I think it’s a pretty good breed. , and his body was very clean, so he probably didn’t catch it casually. He also wanted to attract the attention of passers-by. He didn’t just catch a stray cat, but chose to buy one, which shows that he is not short of money.”

"You mean, he will spend money to solve some problems that don't need to be spent." Conan, who understood, thought for a while and nodded in approval of this logic.

"And that airplane model, it's very expensive, it's something I only go to the model shop to paint." Kitagawa Yusuke bit the biscuit in his mouth and picked up another one.

"Well, that's true, but in fact the most expensive thing in his crime process was the two bombs." Conan pointed out.

The two cases cost tens of thousands of yen, and since there were obviously cheaper options, it was indeed impossible for this prisoner to be someone with financial difficulties.

But the most difficult part of the whole case is the two bombs.

"Yes, so he stole the gunpowder." Kitagawa Yusuke ate the biscuits very quickly, and he had already eaten the fourth piece. "But maybe he hired someone to steal it, or someone stole it. He bought it."

This coincides with Conan's earlier reasoning about this batch of explosives. Conan touched his chin and nodded slowly.

The rich people he has offended, well, it is indeed a useful filter, but with this added, the number of people is still very large...

"For another example, this person should be engaged in the art industry." Seeing him nod, Kitagawa Yusuke added.

This guess is a bit deep.

Conan couldn't help but ask: "Huh? Why do you think so?"

The first reasoning is relatively easy to understand, but the latter one is not so clear.

Is it because Kitagawa Yusuke himself is a painter with a bad mind, so there is some kind of strange "resonance of the same kind"?

"Don't you think it's humorous, these two cases of his?" Kitagawa Yusuke looked back strangely with a look like "you are asking questions knowingly".

"...humor?" Conan looked at him with an increasingly strange look.

Humor? If they hadn't stopped it in time, the number of casualties on the scene might have been double digits based on the bomb's equivalent on the model plane.

This is a very serious crisis and case.

And after all, who would think bombs are humorous?

Conan knew that Kitagawa Yusuke was a bit crazy, but he didn't expect him to be so crazy. Conan was still surprised.

"Yes, didn't you notice the model of that aircraft model? B-29 bomber." Yusuke Kitagawa made an exploding gesture in the air with his hands stained with cookie crumbs, "You also know , what is it used for? "

This is the bomber model that made Hiroshima and Nagasaki instantly familiar. Using it to hang bombs, right, there is a way to say no. There's a lot of weird humor in it.

If you think about it carefully, it’s almost like hell.

"The same goes for the cat. He even carefully designed and decorated the package to ensure that it attracts people's attention. If you think about that sentence again, 'Please take it away', right Right?” Kitagawa Yusuke shrugged and made an expression that made you understand, “I don’t think people in other industries would have this kind of desire to create.”

Even if what you said is correct and the prisoner really thinks so, it would be outrageous enough for you to understand this, right?

No wonder you want to say that the other person is engaged in the art industry. Do you all paint like this?

Conan looked at him in confusion for a while, and nodded slowly: "...What you said makes sense."

I understand, the prisoner is the same guy as this He is a neurotic artist, but the only difference is that he is richer.

It is indeed reasonable and convincing.

"Dingling bells——"

Another series of bells rang. While talking to Dr. Ali, the Memu Police Department, who had been paying attention to him, noticed the situation here for the first time and approached quickly. Come over.

"Is this a call from a prisoner?" Police Department Memu asked after Conan took out his cell phone and looked at the caller ID with a heavy expression.

Conan nodded, made a gesture, answered the phone without saying a word, and pressed the speakerphone.

In front of so many people, he couldn't pick up the voice changer and start talking again. Fortunately, in this case, it was a more reasonable development to let the police come to talk to him.

"It's a slightly difficult challenge, but it's just an appetizer for you, isn't it?" On the other side of the phone, a voice that was distorted by a voice changer into a weird tone rang almost as soon as the call was connected, "I I saw you walking into the police station. This is the signal to officially declare war, right? Let's have a formal battle. I have installed 5 bombs on the Dongdu Ring Line."

(This chapter. End)