Chapter 655 Fishing Law Enforcement and Slow Cooking
Kitagawa Yusuke has hung up the phone. Hoshikawa Teru, who is sitting next to him and barely speaks, obviously knows his identity. Several children are not here either. Conan I can't bear the desire to complain.
"It was actually Officer Takagi who guessed it first. It's really surprising." Thinking of how Takagi Wataru's muscles were connected to his brain when handling cases, and he didn't think about anything, he couldn't help but feel surprised, "Could it be that this Is it the power of love? "
"A wise man will always lose something, and a fool will always gain something. Compared with being smart or not, I think he at least spends his energy on the edge." Tang Ze. Give an evaluation that you think is fair.
If you don’t have a high IQ, it’s enough. It’s better to say that you don’t have a bright brain but you can grow your brains for the other party. This fact in itself can be a bonus.
You and Heiji Hattori have high IQs, and I haven’t seen you two out of singles?
Not understanding his cryptic reply, Conan turned to the next point: "It's also surprising that those guys can really find the money hidden by Lu Ye Shuji."
The members of the Young Detective Team, regardless of their abilities, are indeed quite destructive.
I don’t know what Shikano Shuji’s restaurant looks like now.
"There are many things about those three children that are not lovable, but their persistence in adventure and treasure hunting cannot be underestimated." Tang Ze picked a point tactfully and praised them.
It can only be said that if once the detective starts to search, he will basically be in the state of a search dog, and occasionally look more like an Alaskan husky or something, then the three people in the Young Detective Team are basically bulldozers.
Leaving aside the damage caused to the scene, the damage from the cleave was astonishing.
If you really let them go out to hunt for treasure, finding a murderer is the starting price, and there is no upper limit.
Just count their achievements when they go out for fun and adventures. There is a reason why Karasawa would like Conan to report even going shopping with children.
Conan observed the excited police officers on the screen for a while and reluctantly nodded.
Well, although the main key clue was thought up by Takagi Wataru first, the subsequent suggestions given by the Phantom Thieves did work.
Even if Kano Shuuji refused to spit out the case that Sato Masayoshi police investigated 18 years ago, he at least intended to hurt someone and was charged with assaulting a police officer. He would not be able to escape.
As he thought, his eyes moved to another screen. Looking at the man whose screams became increasingly shrill, his expression slowly became unbearable.
In contrast, the handling here is quite excessive.
"...Can Noah's Ark already simulate this level of sensory stimulation? I don't think the fire I experienced in the 'Cocoon' in the past was like this."
It was so miserable, the arsonist in the picture was screaming so terribly.
Maybe the fire damage granted by Noah's Ark is a mental attack, not a real physical burn. The arsonist who screamed so hard that he almost coughed up blood from his throat had no chance to lose it. consciousness.
"Noah will make progress. The Phantom Thieves take him away, and of course they must help him grow." Karasawa told a lie without blinking an eye.
"So, has Noah learned to simulate human neurofeedback?" Conan couldn't help but be shocked.
If it is really human nerves or brain cells that are connected in the game, when pain and other negative feelings exceed a limit, in his understanding, the body should protectively cut off the connection with the spirit. It is difficult to connect stably.
But now looking at the fate of this arsonist, Conan felt bad.
Could it be that the Phantom Thieves are interested in Noah's Ark because they want to combine cognitive psychology to make Noah's Ark truly linked to the "soul" of people? Then they may be able to create an even more terrifying monster than Noah's Ark in the hands of the organization.
"The holographic game of Noah's Ark was originally a product based on the cognitive histology research equipment." Tang Ze expressed this euphemistically, but did not directly expose the essence of Noah's game.
What is burning on the arsonist now is the mental damage flame that Noah learned from Hyuga Sachi's palace. The visual effect is relatively simple, but the mental torture is real.
This is actually not the first time they have used Noah's palace in this way.
Out of respect for the inventor of flame, this kind of flame was mainly used by Karasawa on various arsonists, such as the shadow of Moritani Teiji, who was also lucky enough to experience it for dozens of minutes.
Noah's ability to control flames has also improved, and he has gradually been able to control the speed of burning, the effect of burning, and the time of action.
They now like to pay attention to a slow fire, marinate and store the food so that these guys who like to play with fire can fully experience the beauty of flames.
"Where did Noah collect the feeling of burning fire?" Conan, whose brain circuit was still stuck on science fiction stories, felt incredible, "What this arsonist feels now is to repeatedly experience the pain of being burned by fire. "?"
"It hurts a little more than that." Xingchuan Hui, who was really burned, rarely answered, "It's almost like watching yourself being burned into a skeleton by the flames, but you won't lose consciousness." ”
What does it feel like to feel yourself being roasted alive? Conan imagined it for a moment and shuddered slightly.
"You didn't even ask his name. Can burning him like this change his mind?" Conan, who felt that he should persuade them not to be so extreme, but didn't know how to speak, gave a little advice.
"It doesn't matter what his name is. We have no intention of changing his mind. The place for a lunatic with antisocial personality is a mental hospital." Tangze said bluntly, "It's not that he likes flames very much. A child who calls himself a flame? He should be very happy to be back in his mother's arms."
When he spoke, the flames may have burned some key parts, and the man in the picture was already screaming high-pitched. The sound rose another octave, and the sharp cry echoed in the space of the SUV, making Conan's head buzz.
He couldn't bear to look away, thought for a moment, raised his hands and covered his ears.
Forget it, this group of people didn't seem to be willing to adopt his opinions at all, and they had their own way of doing things to their core.
Anyway, in the game, no matter how much you burn it, it won’t really hurt you. Just bake it slowly and slowly.
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While they were simmering over there, Miwako Sato at the scene of the arrest put the handcuffs heavily on Shuji Kano’s wrists and held his skinny arms tightly. , couldn't bear it any longer, and had tears in his eyes.
"After I found out that you had been abroad for three years, I knew that you were not here to mourn my father today." She squeezed out a sentence word by word through her teeth, "You are Let’s see if we find you.”
She couldn't believe the answer Takagi gave him in a sudden flash of inspiration. However, the more she thought about the names he gave, the more reasonable she felt.
The robber only appeared briefly in the surveillance video for more than ten seconds. How her father determined his identity was a mystery in the past.
But if the opponent is a baseball teammate that his father was familiar with in middle school, then his running posture and arm habits when using weapons will definitely be recognized by his father.
This also explains why he was unwilling to leave a few words about the identity of the prisoner to others until his deathbed. He must not have the heart to report the arrest of his old friend, and wanted to give him a chance to reform. Chance.
Causing death during a robbery is a serious crime, but if you return all the cash stolen, take a positive attitude in pleading guilty, and voluntarily surrender, the probability of a reduced sentence is very high.
The big mistake had been made and there was no turning back, but he still wanted to hear what his friends had to say.
As a result, what he was waiting for was not confession and repentance, but greater harm, and even lost his life...
"My dad was not calling you by your name, he was always What he's talking about is asking you to 'surrender'. Even though he got into the ambulance, he still chose to trust you and never said anything even though he had the opportunity to report you directly." Miwako Sato forced Shuji to the ground. The following words were almost shouted, "Are you worthy of him?"
Shikano Shuuji, who lowered his head and said nothing, seemed to admit defeat, heard her voice, reluctantly turned his head and looked She glanced.
The evening sun passed through the telephone poles in the streets and alleys, clearly reflecting her silhouette on his retina, and the bright background blurred her expression.
It was like a startling glimpse in the car lights on that rainy night.
He never gave any answer. Shikano Shuji, who was about to fight silently, relaxed his strength on his shoulders and replied in a dumb voice: "I didn't plan to kill him."
"You said Who is it, my father?" After shouting, Sato Miwako finally vented her emotions and her voice became calmer.
"I mean, that guard. I have never used a gun in the past. I just wanted to drive him away and get him out of the way, but I didn't expect that I hit his vital point..." The corners of Luye Shuuji's wrinkled eyes It was drooping, and the old age made him look a few years older. "Life is so fragile."
"What about my dad? Was it you who pushed him at that intersection? "Miwako Sato pursed her lips and asked the question she was most concerned about. "No, on the contrary, he pushed me." Completely immersed in the memories, Luye Shuji was a little lost. "He came to me, saw through everything, and wanted to take me to the police station to surrender. When I was crossing the road , I looked at the cars coming and going, and suddenly I felt that my past life was such a failure and shameful... I didn’t want to live anymore.”
After receiving an unexpected answer, Miwako Sato stood up straight and pursed her lips.
She already guessed the next answer. Just as she remembered, her father had always been such a warm and kind-hearted man.
"At this time, he rushed over and pushed me, and died in front of the car for me. It was he who gave me a new life and gave me the courage to live and start again." Shuji Kano I felt that my words came from the bottom of my heart, "I really came to mourn him, and I didn't mean to pry on you."
Eighteen years ago today, it happened to be his birthday.
On his birthday, his gloomy life took a slight turn. It was almost like the inspiration of fate, or some kind of destiny.
"I didn't touch the money, I kept it well hidden under the Buddhist altar. I am really sorry for your father, and I plan to return the money as soon as the statute of limitations for prosecution has passed..."
"We have guessed this a long time ago." Miwako Sato interrupted his self-movation and said coldly, "The police have traced the numbers of those money for a long time, but there is no sign of flowing into the market."
"I I just want to say that I have really listened to his words over the years and want to change my ways..." Shirano Shuji's voice was urgent as he was eager to clarify.
"Then why don't you surrender?" Miwako Sato, who stood up straight again, asked in a sharp voice, "Since you've made it this far, why don't you surrender?"
What's the use of saying so many self-motivating words? Doesn't he think that not using the stolen money means that he has changed his mind?
Then why not surrender?
Eighteen years have passed since her father's death. Almost every year, Miwako Sato will meet many of her father's old friends on this day.
He had known for a long time that Miwako Sato made the same choice as her father and became a police officer. He also knew how much harm his cowardice and avoidance had caused to the families of the victims who had heard the bad news and did not know the truth. .
However, he remained silent.
In order to protect himself and live a prosperous life, he remained silent and watched the painful family members lingering in pain.
As long as she thinks of his pretended friendly face when she saw him in the past, Miwako Sato cannot forgive him.
"...I'm sorry." Shikano Shuji's whole back collapsed after his thoughts were completely shattered, "I'm really, really sorry."
"Sato..." Takagi Wataru Approaching Sato Miwako, he hesitated whether he should give some comfort. After noticing her expression at the moment, he couldn't help but feel happy for her.
Although it would be a bit embarrassing for a mature adult to accept a high school student's proposal to engage in fishing law enforcement, it seems quite worthwhile to allow Sato to ask all the questions he wants and to release his emotions.
"What an idiot." Watching Shikano Shuji being picked up and taken away by the approaching police, Sato Miwako suddenly sighed.
“Ah, ah?” Takagi Wataru, who was scolded abruptly, was confused, “Did I not do something right?”
“I said it was my dad!” Miwako Sato glanced at him and said angrily, "Does he think he is an invincible psychotherapist? He blindly trusts his old friends and has a bad taste in looking at people."
She was talking about Mitai's words. , but the smile at the corner of his mouth slowly rose.
Masayoshi Sato is a good man who sticks to his guns and never wavers in his beliefs. He is a successful policeman and a loyal friend.
Her father has always been such a fool, teaching by words and deeds, being strict with himself and being lenient towards others...
He is her favorite policeman and the policeman she most wants to be.
"I think Police Sato did a pretty good job. Well, at least he saved so much cash for the damaged banks and victims, and didn't cause any further monetary losses, right?" Takagi Wataru, who took her complaints seriously, entered the stage of using his brain again to find ways to say nice things.
"...You are also an idiot." Sato Miwako said angrily.
“Huh?” Takagi Shita still didn’t react too well.
Shaking her head in amusement, Sato Miwako looked at the back of Kano Shuji who was being escorted away from a distance, and said, "Takagi, do you think this scene is actually quite familiar?"
"Really? Does it look familiar? "
"The prisoner was kneeling on the ground crying and reflecting on his sins. Doesn't it look familiar? "
"Hmm..." Takagi Wataru touched his chin, embarrassed. say.
If we talk about recent times, well, those people who rushed to the police station crying and shouting after being changed were indeed in this desperate state...
"I suddenly felt that being a police officer would be pretty good." Miwako Sato flexed her hands and feet and clenched her fist with enthusiasm, "We can do what the Phantom Thieves of Hearts do, right?"
What she had to admit was that this morning, as she stood at the intersection where her father died in the line of duty, and thinking about the constant stream of prisoners who had come to surrender in recent days, she was briefly shaken.
Can she really fulfill the promise she made when she was sworn in? Why is she so powerless as a police officer in the face of crime?
Go to that website and write down your name for help?
But now, she has settled down again, and her restlessness has disappeared in the sunset.
Throwing responsibility casually is also a form of cowardice. She should have more trust in herself and the world.
Are those guys really what I'm talking about...
When I think of those people, instead of upholding justice and nipping evil in the bud, I think more of the mountains of reports and the endless writing. Takagi shivered involuntarily due to the endless files.
"That's right." After trying his best to agree, Takagi Wataru thought in his mind that instead of such fancy arrangements, it would be better to have a more routine situation.
"Oh, by the way, what kind of thank you do you want?" Miwako Sato, who was completely relaxed, followed the police officers, and finally thought of her previous joke-like promise, "You are very smart today, Takagi. .”
"Ah? No need. It's just a small favor. What's the point of thanking you..." Takagi Wataru blushed and shook his head again.
Even if it is not for his sweetheart, as an outstanding detective with great ambitions, it is also his duty to solve cases...
...But okay, he admitted that he can agree to anything Miwako Sato says. At that time, some wild fantasies did drift through his mind.
"One code, one code, I promised, anything is fine. Just tell me."
"Then, um, if possible, the two of us will be together next time , Just, how about going out together?" Takagi Wataru was still very embarrassed. The scene of the wedding dress and church had not completely faded from his mind. Now he did not dare to look directly at Miwako Sato's face, "I watched your magic show last time. I really like it. Do you want to go see the show together? ”
"Oh, let's go on a date." Sato Miwako tilted her head, generously stretched out her hand and took Takagi Wataru's arm, "Is this enough? That's easy."
"Well! That's it. That’s it!”
“It’s quite simple. Your demands are not as difficult as those of elementary school students, kid Takagi.”
“Kid, I can’t ask you out...”< br>
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"Well, it seems that not only the Phantom Thief of Hearts can do it, the police can do it, like high school students, but also..."
Back at the police station, I looked at a man with snot and tears as he fell to the ground. The arsonist crying at the door of the police station said that he wanted to surrender. Takagi Wataru thought of Sato Miwako's previous impressive speech and couldn't help but mutter to himself.
“Shut up!”
(End of this chapter)