Chapter 652 The Chou Silang Incident
"Well, fox eyes, the corners of the eyes hang up like this... Yes, yes, that's it! There seems to be a little beard, and the hair, uh, is, about this length..."
Yoshida Ayumi used body language together, trying her best to describe the appearance of the man she noticed at a glance, racking her brains to think of any details that could be added.
She had seen Yusuke Kitagawa's ability to draw portraits, and wanted to provide as much detailed information as possible to help him complete the portrait.
"Well, let me just say that Kitagawa-kun's portrait is very good, right?" Wataru Takagi, who participated in the progress of the last bombing case, nodded to Miwako Sato, who was standing behind her with her hands on her hips, "After that, in order to fix the evidence , we actually let Teiji Moritani wear his disguise coat and wig once.”
The result was that Kitagawa Yusuke used a ballpoint pen to sketch out a portrait of a character on an impromptu basis, as close as if he was sitting in front of the other person and sketching the person stroke by stroke.
This is actually quite different from the serious criminal portrait simulation painting method, but I have to say that it is really a very good painting skill.
"Yes. In fact, after the last case, I have been paying attention to Kitagawa-kun's movements." Rensaburo Shiratori, whose character is an artistic young man who loves art, stood on the other side and added in a low voice, " His work has passed the preliminary selection for the Grand Prize. I took advantage of my position to...well, I visited the venue. He is an awesome guy." After Karasawa finished the sketch, he turned his eyes back and glanced at Shiratori Rensaburo's clothes.
Should I say it, although I don’t know what his artistic creative ability is, Shiratori Rensaburo has a very good foundation in appreciation.
Although the works he sent to participate in the competition may not be the painstaking work of Kuroba Kaito, but with Kid's appreciation ability, if he can take it out for the competition, let alone a blockbuster, it is easy to show off in the art world. of.
If Kaito Kuroba had not insisted on inheriting his father's legacy when he grew up and had decided to become a magician, then it would have been easy for him to choose careers such as gem appraisal and art criticism. Sneak into the upper class circles and do something great.
Putting aside Kidd’s genius mind and gorgeous magic skills, he is still a ceiling-level talent in this world.
"...Okay, I did draw well." Staring at the character sketch drawn little by little by the tip of Kitagawa Yusuke's pen, Miwako Sato quickly scanned her previous graffiti and said harshly, "But I did draw There are obvious character traits, right?"
"Well, that's right..." Takagi Wataru compared the two paintings with huge differences in front of him and agreed bravely.
At least the eyes, the hair and the hat are quite expressive, right?
After finishing the description, Yoshida Ayumi saw that the boy sitting across from him remained silent. He stood up nervously and walked around the table in front of him. When he saw the picture in Kitagawa Yusuke's hand, he let out a small exclamation.
"Wow, he is exactly the same as the strange uncle I saw, so awesome!"
Kitagawa Yusuke, who was holding an eraser in his mouth, glanced at her without saying a word, and looked at Yoshida Ayumi Before he began to feel uneasy, he made another draft in the margin next to him.
"Huh? What is this?" Miwako Sato, who saw his actions and was preparing to take away the drawings and hand them over to the colleagues in charge of the search, approached her, "Are you zooming in on the close-up of the face? ?”
After making a quick shadow, Tangze put down the notebook, took the eraser in his hand, and finally answered: "Yes, remove the mask, it will look like this. I am not specialized in doing this, and I don't know your standards, so I can only try my best. Close.”
This is a lie.
Karazawa was indeed an artistic insulator in the past. Before he acquired the basic painting ability from Kuroba Kaito, he had never done anything like this. However, as an intelligence agent, his relationship with the portrait simulation painter Collaboration is actually very frequent.
This is why after acquiring this ability, the first thing Tangze thought of was to give this identity the opportunity to approach the case from a relevant perspective.
It is always difficult for people to quickly think of things they don’t understand at all, and Tang Ze has really been doing this for many years.
"A very powerful handiwork, amazing." Shiratori Rensaburo praised sincerely, "Kitagawa-kun, I heard that you have a lot of financial difficulties in studying art. Would you like to consider coming to the police station to help handle similar commissions? The police station also needs some paid consultation.”
Although with their scarce human resources, it is unlikely to invest such a high cost, but if they encounter a large and difficult case. , Kitagawa Yusuke's ability can really greatly improve their case-handling efficiency, and presumably the class will not object to this expenditure.
"No need." Tangze, who already held too many positions, looked at him silently and rejected the proposal without hesitation, "However, if you really think that my paintings are helpful, you need to find someone You can contact me directly.”
“Hey, are you the type of painter who dislikes using painting techniques to make money?” Shiratori Rensaburo, who had not heard such a high-minded speech for a long time, was shocked. .
"Well, it's mainly because I don't have the energy to deal with this." After telling the truth first, Tangze thought of the identity he made up, and added, "I'm still learning from the teacher, I shouldn't be too early Because money changes direction, but it doesn’t matter if I just draw and sketch occasionally.”
"But, you're not..." Takagi Wataru, who could easily fish out people as coolies with just one meal, hesitated to speak.
He just remembered the last time Kitagawa Yusuke sat in the office and ate children's snacks for several hours without saying a word. He asked Conan to treat him to a meal as a reward, and the other party immediately agreed.
For children who cannot afford to eat, it is still too early to discuss artistic pursuits.
"You don't need to persuade him, Kitagawa-san is the kind of person who, um, thinks he should only focus on one thing." Conan, who knew a little bit about his situation, twitched the corner of his mouth, so that several policemen did not need to persuade him. He did.
To put it mildly, Kitagawa Yusuke is a stickler for death.
To put it bluntly, his brain is a bit crazy.
Conan is not a forgetful person. He still remembers the two bags of smuggled collectible gold coins that disappeared when the children were rescued by Joker for the first time.
Joker obviously has a flexible moral bottom line when it comes to activity funds. For gray income like this, which comes from unknown sources and will not harm private interests, the other party will accept it in full, which does not exceed his expectations of joker. impression.
You must know that Joker found him first and then bought a house next door to his house. It is no exaggeration to say that he is extremely rich.
However, Kitagawa Yusuke, who is a member of the joker group, managed to get himself to such an extent that he could not afford to eat or buy a subway ticket. This is evident from the strangeness of the other party’s brain circuit and the weirdness of his own logic. .
"Besides, Kitagawa-nii is not short of money now. If you give him money, he will only use it to buy painting materials." Conan clearly knew that Suzuki Sonoko had raised a scholarship for him, and had confirmed this through Joker's mouth. He pressed his forehead.
A strange and egotistical guy, maybe he is a born artist.
"Okay..." Shiratori Rensaburo sighed regretfully, took the painting that Karasawa handed him, and touched it cherishedly, "I'll make copies for the people in the field. What are your plans next? , Sato? "
This is very likely to be a manuscript that belongs to everyone in the future. It is a pity to think that it will be left to gather dust in the evidence pile of the police station.
Otherwise, we should make a few more copies and see if we can get the originals.
Looking sideways at Shiratori, who couldn't lift his head while holding the painting, Takagi Wataru suddenly felt that his chances of winning had become infinite.
Looking at the way he was holding the painting reluctantly, it was really hard for him to remember that Sato was here.
The sweetheart is standing in front of you, but you can't take your eyes off this simple sketch... Do you really like Sato, or is chasing beautiful women also part of following the trend and being cool, and you have to taste it?
"I'm going to go to the alley to collect evidence. I just brought the portrait to check the cameras of the nearby stores." Miwako Sato neatly packed up the relevant documents on the table and replied.
"Then, I'll go too!" Takagi Wataru raised his hand and responded very positively.
"I'll drive you off." Not to be outdone, Rensaburo Shiratori finally looked up from his sketch.
"No, I have to go somewhere." Putting the papers into the folder, Miwako Sato shook her head, "It's just on the way, so there's no need to detour."
"Yes. Is there anything else going on?" Shiratori, who rarely saw workaholic Sato Miwako solving personal matters at work, was a little curious.
"Today is a special day for me." Miwako Sato shrugged.
“Oh, is it an anniversary?”
"Whose birthday is it?"
Two attentive men rushed to ask, but Sato Miwako just hugged the collected documents tightly and smiled lonely.
“No, just the opposite.”————
“Oh, I remembered it.”
Watching Sato put the white chrysanthemum in the can and put it next to the street lamp, Shiratori Rensaburo leaned against the car door and sighed.
"Today is the day when her father, Police Inspector Sato Masayoshi, died in the line of duty."
"What?" Wataru Takagi opened his eyes wide in surprise.
It is family inertia that Sato Miwako would choose to be a policeman. Her father is also a policeman, and Takagi Wataru is aware of this.
But because this is very common in police families, and there are many examples of this in the Metropolitan Police Department, Takagi Wataru has not carefully investigated her father's situation.
"Yes. Eighteen years ago today, Police Officer Sato was hit by a truck at this intersection while chasing a robber." Crossing his arms, Shiratori Rensaburo did not hesitate to share the information, "Unfortunately, the weather was too bad at that time. It was so bad and it was raining heavily that by the time the ambulance arrived, it was already too late. I heard from the Mumu Police Department that he died on the way to the hospital surrounded by his family."
Both hands. Tangze, who was leaning on the roof of the car, looked down at the small can placed next to the street lamp, blinked twice, and said nothing.
Becoming a policeman and then dying on the job was the best ending he had envisioned for himself a long time ago.
But God was not in his favor and had to let him experience the feeling of a hero dying in his twilight years and lingering on his last breath.
After he leaves, will anyone miss him, a lonely and disabled person? Tang Ze was not so sure.
"Because it involved the death of a police officer in the line of duty, this case aroused public opinion at the time. I remember, they called this case..." Still trying to recall what he had heard from his fellow superiors, Shiratori Rensaburo continued to explain.
“The Chou Si Lang case.” Conan, who was standing in front of the car, smoothly took over his hesitant explanation, “Because the police officer who was hit by the truck kept shouting this strange sentence to the escaped prisoner. Name, so this case was called the 'Chou Si Lang Incident'. The police at that time launched a large-scale investigation around this information. "
"Didn't you find the prisoner?" He looked at the man squatting on the ground with his hands clasped together. , like Sato Miwako who was silently speaking to the deceased in her heart, Ayumi grabbed her sleeves a little sadly.
It was a very different feeling to know that some police officers would die on the job, and to actually watch the orphans of the police officers mourning in front of their eyes. These noisy kids calmed down for a while. .
"No, there are too few clues. The police officer who was most likely to witness the murderer died in a car accident. The investigation team established afterwards has been unable to find results, and the criminal police officer in charge has also passed away. The investigation operation has been suspended. It's been a long time, besides, this incident already exceeded the statute of limitations three years ago." Conan shook his head.
"You know quite a lot, kid." Shiratori Rensaburo couldn't help but be surprised when he heard the elementary school student smoothly reporting the news that he didn't even understand.
"Well, Uncle Maori used to be a policeman there, he told me!" Conan, who had a stiff expression, quickly switched back to the tone of an innocent child.
It’s been a long time since I heard his voice sound like this. Tang Ze silently turned his head to look at him, and suddenly felt a strange sense of déjà vu from him.
This kind of performance is a bit deliberate because the identity is really easily exposed, so I doubt my life...
No, I don't have it!
"Oh, this case, I saw it on TV." After finally recalling the content based on the name, Takagi Wataru suddenly realized, "It was a well-planned robbery, and the only clue that could be found was the bank surveillance video. "It takes less than ten seconds."
"In less than ten seconds, it's almost impossible to determine anything." Shiratori Renzaburo frowned, understanding that this little clue would be of no use.
"Yes, no one knows how the police officer who died in the line of duty identified the suspect. The whole thing is still in the fog." Takagi Wataru nodded solemnly, "I didn't expect that the police officer was Sato's Father."
He would call the other party's name and find the suspect so quickly. The deceased police officer seemed to know the identity of the suspect but did not leave any relevant information before his death.
The insider died as if cursed, the case came to a standstill, and the large-scale investigation also failed to make any progress...
It is precisely because the case is full of questions that it has the opportunity to be noticed by the public and then remembered by them.
"This is destiny." Miwako Sato stood up and walked back to the car with a relieved smile. "The name of the incident and the name of the suspect will remain in everyone's memory as the report spreads, but if No one will remember the names of people who are not related to the police, family members, and police officers who died in the line of duty..."
"Sato..." Shiratori and Takagi Wataru called her name softly.
What she said sounded negative and calm, which made the listener unbearable.
"It doesn't matter. The job of the police is not to make people remember us." She bent her eyes and smiled at a few people with worried expressions.
There was no gloom on her face, and she could discuss the details of the incident from a spectator's perspective. She seemed to have come out of the shadow of the incident.
Tang Ze, who was leaning on the roof of the car and watching quietly, carefully observed her appearance and came to a conclusion in his heart.
No, she didn't come out.
The father who fell in the heavy rain at night, the unclear last words, the mysterious case...
These things will come back and forth in her dreams again and again. From childhood to adulthood, she will definitely know I often sit at the table, repeatedly chewing on those few characters with unknown meanings, write them down, carve them on the table, stare at them, and think hard...
It is also death. Faced with such bad news that completely changes a person's destiny, it is so difficult for the family members of the victims to accept their fate and let it take its course and forget about it.
Maybe some people can rely on time to gradually heal it and move towards their own life, but Miwako Sato is obviously not the type.
Nor does Karasawa.
"That truck driver, didn't you see the robber?"
"No, he was wearing a long raincoat, sunglasses, and a mask. He was a man or a woman. Unclear.”
"Hasn't the name 'Chou Si Lang' been found yet?"
"No one with a similar name is suspected of being involved in the case, and we don't know whether this is a name."
"There is only such a little clue..."
After questioning Sato Miwako, several children fell into deep thought.
These kids are quite enthusiastic.
Taking an interesting look at this group of children who like to call themselves detectives, Miwako Sato added: "Actually, there is another clue. My father left three strange katakana names in the police manual. カンオ."
"This is the first time I've heard of such details." Shiratori Rensaburo was surprised.
"This is the case with this type of case. The police officer handling the case will always know something that will not be written in the file. The police seem to have not announced this news." Miwako Sato shrugged, not surprised.
Some content is not enough to become evidence, and some may not be close to the core list of relevant personnel... People handling cases will inevitably know many details that cannot be put on paper. In some cases, the old detective has left, That means it may be sealed forever.
This is why, after the death of the head of the investigation team, everyone assumed that this backlog of cases was destined to become an unsolved case.
When the person who knows the most about it dies, it means that the database most likely to help the case can no longer be used.
“I often thought about these things when I was a child, but I couldn’t think of anything.” Sato Miwako didn’t expect the people in front of her to really give decisive opinions, and just chatted casually, “I swore at that time, If someone can solve this mystery and bring Chou Si Lang to justice, I am willing to do anything for him and fulfill all his wishes!"
(End of Chapter)
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