Chapter 654: The Phantom Thieves Manipulate the Police System
"Huh, this is not it either." Shiratori Rensaburo pushed away the messy hair of the man who was pressed to the ground, and sat down in the waiting room in frustration. On the chair, "Why didn't I notice in the past that there are so many sneaky young people in Tokyo..."
"If you are not a suspect, why are you running?" Wataru Takagi, who was also out of breath, was angry. He patted the guy who was being held down by the policeman and said, "Just stand still and accept the inspection!"
The man lying on the ground spoke with difficulty, with the same aggrieved tone: "I, I broke into the empty door two days ago. , took a little something, God knows..."
God knows why the police were searching the area. He just ran away instinctively when he saw the police blocking the road.
"No, according to the little girl's testimony, the prisoner is suspicious, slovenly and neurotic. He dresses like him. He is probably not a serious person." Sato Miwako analyzed after taking two sips of water.
"What you said makes sense, but it is true that we have not caught the arsonist yet." Takagi Wataru pulled his tie to adjust his breathing, and pointed out seriously, "The surveillance and witnesses have determined that we have seen the arsonist nearby. It’s true that he did.”
After getting a haircut, Shiratori Rensaburo picked up his phone and looked between Takagi Wataru and Sato Miwako hesitantly before deciding to finish the work first.
If you want to say he likes Sato Miwako, he definitely does.
It should be said that in a police station with a huge disparity in the ratio of men to women, it is difficult not to like a beautiful and capable policewoman like Sato. Her popularity in the police station has always been high.
However, the reason why he likes Miwako Sato is different - at least that's what he thinks.
Although Sato Miwako is really like his first love, there is always a subtle sense of uncertainty in his heart, which makes him instinctively stop whenever he wants to create an opportunity to speak and confirm their identities to each other. Mouth.
So, it is true that we should resolve work matters first before falling in love.
I haven’t even decided whether I’m in love or not, but the salary I received and the appreciation from my boss are real.
“Let’s all rest for a while. I’ll go report to the Memu Police Department first.”
"Okay, I'll leave it to you Shiratori." Sato Miwako, who knew his enthusiasm for work, had no doubts. "Pay attention to the news and be ready to follow up immediately if there is any trouble."
"Don't worry." He said cheerfully to her Smiling handsomely, Shiratori Rensaburo walked aside and dialed the phone, "We arrested an escaped suspect at Shinagawa Station. Yes, but after comparing the portrait, I feel that it is not him..."
"Do you want it?" Taking the water kindly handed over by the police officer, Sato Miwako handed a bottle to Takagi Wataru, "It's been so hot these days."
"Yeah, it's as if Tokyo has really been That lunatic lit something up..." Taking the oolong tea she handed him, Takagi Wataru shook his collar, leaned on the back of the chair and raised his head.
This is the platform of Shinagawa Station. It is impossible for a normal criminal police officer to set up a card and penetrate the public transportation system to this extent. However, the guy they were chasing just now had strong legs and ran away like an explosive rabbit along the entrance, so they had no choice but to follow him here.
"Just explain it to them and let them off guard. The next car will be arriving in a while." Sato Miwako also raised her head, looked at the electronic stop sign that reminded vehicles to enter the station, and sighed softly.
Because it was the anniversary of her father's death, she felt a little impetuous when she thought about her father's case.
If she were not a police officer, she might take a day off at this moment, return home, sit next to her mother and chat, or go to an izakaya with her uncles and aunts to hear about her father’s embarrassing stories when he was a student...< br>
But if she was not a police officer, then she would really have no chance of the truth.
"Do you know Takagi?" Perhaps because of the fatigue caused by physical exertion, or perhaps because of the anxiety caused by the unusually hot weather, Sato Miwako, who was sitting next to Takagi Wataru, suddenly said, "Actually, at that time, Witnesses said that my father would not have been hit by the car.”
Takagi Wataru, who quickly realized what she was talking about, turned his head and paid careful attention to her expression. He was sure that she was just casually expressing her feelings to pass the time, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
“The car owner from the opposite lane saw the criminal reaching out and pushing the pursuing police officer, causing him to be hit by the truck. However, it was raining too much at the time and the vision was poor. The witnesses could not determine the specific situation, so It was not accepted... I always chose to call that person a 'murderer' instead of a 'robber'." Miwako Sato moved her arm, which was a little painful from the struggle, and took a deep breath. "What's more, he was really involved in the robbery. He shot and killed a bank guard."
Two lives were taken away. Even if this person didn't mean to kill her father, he might have just been desperate and pushed her while fleeing. I also think that this is a murderer.
"...Forget it, the statute of limitations has passed three years, there is no point in worrying about the minutiae." After sighing, Sato Miwako waved her hand freely.
"But you still want to hear the answer, right?" Wataru Takagi asked, hesitating whether to reach out and pat her shoulder to express comfort.
Of course I do, even in my wildest dreams.
It is generally believed that the robber may not be too far from her father's age. 18 years ago, the murderer was also a man in his prime.
Eighteen years have passed, and the murderer who managed to escape the law must have grown old proudly in some corner of the world, enjoying his old age with the huge sum of money he robbed from the bank.
It would be great if we could defeat him, if only we could wake him up from the sweet dream built on blood and cry bitterly for his sins...
Looking at those people who are driven by their hearts. As a thief who punishes those who voluntarily surrender to the police, she rarely wavers in her identity.
Does the statute of limitations for prosecution, which exists in order to save manpower and reduce police costs, really have any meaning? If it were them, they would definitely be able to do it, right?
Emotions surged in her chest. She took a deep breath again, raised her head, and said nothing.
She didn't speak, and Takagi Sheba naturally didn't dare to speak. He also raised his head and looked at the sky in sync with her. In fact, he was staring at the stop sign in a daze.
The stop sign of Shinagawa Station hangs from the top of the ceiling. The kanji, kana, and romanized characters in black letters on a white background are printed on it at random, with sharp and clear edges.
After looking at it boredly for a moment, and just about to look away, when he scanned the line of Roman sounds again, Takagi Wataru slowly widened his eyes.
"Hey, Sato..." In his excitement, he didn't care about social distance or the question of shyness, and directly grabbed Sato Miwako's hand that was resting on the seat, "I, I seem to want to Understand something!”
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“It won’t get better in a while, it’s noisy.” Hidero Saruwatari walked back to his seat and drank the wine in his glass. However, it was a pity to say, "It is obviously a day worth remembering, so disappointing."
"It's okay, the party is just a formality." Mitsuo Inamata patted the shoulders of the old guys on the left and right, full of smiles With a trace of mixed emotions of regret on his face, "The captain will be happy to know that we are all doing well."
"Yes...you are right." A restless Shikano Shuji replied. God, forced a smile, "Let's find a time in a few days. You can come to my restaurant. Business has been good recently, and we are planning to hold a store celebration."
"Today is your fiftieth birthday." The sacred bird Diezi looked at him sympathetically and couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
The four of them are living a good life now. Her daughter has married into a good family, Saruwatari's son has just given birth to his second child, and Inamata's company is doing well. These are all happy events, but not today. , can all celebrate.
Birthday, I really missed it today.
"It doesn't matter, as long as you have the will, it's the same everywhere." After laughing a few times, Kano Shuji, who could no longer sit still, took the lead and stood up, "You can go to my place for dinner the day after tomorrow."
"Okay, it's settled."
"See you later, everyone."
After exchanging pleasantries and finally getting rid of his old classmates, Kano Shuji put away his smile and turned to look in the direction of Shinagawa Station.
If you heard me right, when I met Sato Miwako in the morning, her colleagues were discussing the case that happened eighteen years ago today because of her mourning for her father.
The case that happened on his 32nd birthday changed his life.
Those policemen seemed to be dispatched just for the arson cases in recent days, so at this moment, they were the ones active within the cordon of Shinagawa Station.
They didn't know about their situation, but Shikano Shuji certainly knew, because he had a history of living abroad for three years, and the real statute of limitations for prosecution did not expire until tonight.
Ever since he met Sato Miwako, he has always been highly nervous. On the surface, he happily participated in the chats and memories of his old classmates, but in fact, all his attention was focused on the radio and television in the store and the noise at the door. .
With a guilty conscience, he was afraid that he would see his wanted warrant on the TV news the next moment, or even the police who rushed in and arrested him...
So now, hesitating again and again, He still didn't dare to go home directly, but went around the alley to another exit of Shinagawa Station.
Just wait and see what happens, and observe the movements of the police from a distance...
Just as he stood on the elevator at the exit, a familiar figure happened to board the opposite escalator and passed by Shikano Shuji who was going down.
"Yes, that's what I mean. Yes, the case that happened eighteen years ago today..."
Shikano Shuuji's expression changed, and he suddenly turned his head and looked at The figure crowded in the crowd, slowly rising.
Oops, isn’t that the policeman who was with Miwako Sato this morning? !
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"Tsk."
Tuging the mask on his face, the man retracted his head and leaned against the wall in the alley, smoking in frustration.
A portrait, so many people were deployed to control it, the police were too difficult to deal with. He just wanted to light a grand fireworks to kick off the carnival. Why did everyone like it so much and get in his way?
But it doesn’t matter, the place he chose must not have been guessed.
He can get to the location in advance, wait until the time is approaching, and let the lovely flames grow slowly without having to wander around the streets.
How come these common people don’t know how to appreciate the hot, bright and beautiful scene of flames?
He is just eager to share the scenery in his eyes. This can’t be wrong, right?
A strange smile appeared under the messy hair. The man threw the cigarette butt on the ground without putting it out at all, and turned around and walked deeper into the alley.
He was already prepared. Walking through this alley and walking near the back kitchen of the restaurant in front, he could find a shortcut to the warehouse.
Everything was ready, he should think about how his gorgeous trailer should be...
With a gorgeous criminal career in mind for himself, the man turned a corner with a warm smile on his face.
——Caught a football as big as a casserole squarely in front of him.
The leather football is very strong and medium in size, almost the size of a human head.
The smiling man was unprepared and caught the ball completely with his straight face. He kept his smiling expression and fell straight down without making a sound.
"Bravo! A beautiful shot, precise and powerful, with a beautiful arc." Standing at the end of the alley, Tang Ze paid due respect to Ke Xue's football without hesitation, "It's more accurate than the national football team, little detective. . ”
Oh, by the way, he is talking about the Japanese national football team.
"...Ha, how do I feel when I hear you praise me like that? What's wrong?" Conan, who had hit the target, was still a little smug at first, but when he heard the inexplicable excitement around him, like a football commentary-style praise, he suddenly gained momentum. Just a leak.
It was strange to be praised by him as if he was being scolded.
"Don't worry about whether the ball is played well or not," the hard-working coolie Hoshikawa Teru sighed, "hurry up and drag the person away. If you drag him on, the police officers will come."
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"Yeah. Here we go."
"By the way, you guys won't do any lynching, right?" Watching Yusuke Kitagawa and Teru Hoshikawa lift their heads and feet, and quickly pick up the arsonist who rushed to the street. , Conan was a little worried, "It's still not good to give in and fight."
The methods of the Phantom Thieves are far different from detectives and policemen like them. Occasionally, they will even use many rough methods because of their special dislike for the criminals. Although he knew that overall it would not harm people's lives, he still couldn't help but worry when he saw that they were going to sink people into Tokyo Bay.
Without looking back, Tang Ze picked up the greasy arsonist in his hand and walked in the other direction. He raised his hand casually: "Don't worry. We are just fighting, and we don't expect him to attack. No. It will affect the police's evidence collection work."
"Huh? That sounds reassuring. Hey, wait a minute -"
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Hearing vaguely the calls of a few children, Luye Xiuji turned his head and looked over with uneasiness. He found nothing, so he slowly turned back.
Probably a wild cat.
On these dirty and dusty alleys in Tokyo, there are countless animals living in the dark, so there is no need to make a fuss.
Strengthening himself in his heart, Shikano Shuji still walked cautiously.
Even if he is indeed a murderer who has committed a serious murder, compared to the extremely vicious type, he can only be regarded as a rookie who accidentally caused manslaughter.
And that was more than ten years ago. Now, at fifty years old, he walked straight into the poorly lit path, feeling quite frightened.
However, the intermittent calls coming from ahead made him unable to stop following.
"...Chou Silang, is it really a personal name? I'm not sure." He held the phone without looking back, as if the police officer who was focused on the call was still explaining his thoughts, "I think, The police officers handling the case at the time may have been overly aggressive because of the sudden death of Inspector Sato. "
Yes, it is indeed not a name.
That was the last ray of goodwill that this good old man, Masayoshi Sato, echoed in the world...
Shano Shuuji gritted his teeth, feeling that the conversation ahead had probably entered a critical rhythm, and he risked speeding up his pace.
If the policeman walking in front had not been unprepared, he might not have been able to keep up with him.
Now compared to then, he is no longer a baseball player who can run all the way while being chased by the police. The deterioration of his physical strength should not be underestimated.
Thinking about this, Kano Shuji bent down and took a heavy stone into his hand just like he did every time he grabbed a heavy baseball.
He doesn't have much chance anymore.
“I think it’s possible that Police Sato targeted the prisoner not because of any special channels, but because he really recognized the suspect in the picture. The investigation team at that time conducted an investigation based on his personal network. "No? Hmm..."
As if waiting for an answer, and continuing to think more about the case, the young police officer in front stopped.
Shano Shuji alertly hid his figure behind the low wall on the roadside, and continued to move slowly forward while continuing to listen.
As he got closer and closer, the sounds he heard gradually became clearer.
"I may have an idea about some of the information left by Police Sato." Something seemed to be said on the other side of the phone, and the young policeman's voice became excited, "I understand the truth about eighteen years ago!"
Shikano Shuuji's eyes widened, he stuck his head out to confirm the situation, could no longer hold back, and stood up from behind the bunker.
The short-haired policeman stood in front of a dilapidated warehouse, with his back to his direction, and replied confidently: "If my inference is correct, Sato, don't be surprised. He may He’s one of the people we met today.”
No, we can’t let this person continue talking. If he continues, it will be too late!
He is not greedy either. He has never been a aggressive character, nor does he dare to really hurt people's lives.
As long as the other party loses consciousness, at least within today, the truth discovered cannot be told to Sato Miwako, that is enough...!
Shano Shuuji leaned behind the opponent softly and raised the stone in his hand high!
——Ahead, Takagi Wataru, who had never been aware of it, suddenly turned around.
Before Shikano Shuji could feel frightened, a heavy object smashed through the window of the warehouse in front, hitting his hands. It made his arms numb and knocked the rocks out of his hands.
"Tell me, is my guess right, Mr. Kano?" Takagi Wataru looked at the face so close to him, and saw the old wrinkles on the other person's face, which were inseparable from the flow of them. The cold sweat can be seen clearly.
"Don't move, raise your hands!"
As Miwako Sato shouted as she rushed out, the door of the quiet old warehouse was suddenly pushed open.
As if the crew had suddenly become noisy after filming, a crowd of policemen poured out.
“Where’s the video? Have you recorded it?”
“The recording is also very clear.”
"Well, go pick up the rocks and pay attention to collecting fingerprints!"
"The primary school students have dug out the stolen money, but don't be inferior to the children, everyone."
< br>Miwako Sato, whose heart was beating fast, ignored the shouts of her colleagues. She just pressed the gun in her hand against the fifty-year-old old man in front of her. Looking at his wrinkled face, she slowly tightened her grip. Teeth.
“You are under arrest, Chou Silang.”
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Conan on the other end of the call silently stared at the police officers surrounding the scene on the computer screen. He turned to look at Yusuke Kitagawa, who hung up the phone and gave Hoshikawa Teru a light slap in the air to express his celebration. He then turned his gaze and looked at Looking at another scene, the arsonist was screaming and rolling in the flames, and suddenly felt an unspeakable absurdity.
The Phantom Thieves sit in the command car and give orders, defeat and arrest the criminals one by one, fish for law enforcement, and torture to extract confessions. They use all means.
But a group of police detectives obeyed orders and implemented their plan without saying a word...
How do you evaluate this scene...
(End of this chapter)