Chapter 738: A Drunk Day
The aftermath of the explosion in the Twin Towers skyscraper is still lingering.
Mio Tokiwa and other senior executives of the Tokiwa Group were afraid that they would be liquidated by the organization. They cried and shouted to the police station to surrender, and went to jail one after another; a group of guests who were marked that night were taken away by the police. , registered as missing.
The explosion that directly destroyed the entire building, the person related to him who was knocked down in the guest room before the explosion, the investigation into the illegal situation of the entire Joban Group...
Plus Mio Joban The dinner party was already crowded with guests, and she tried her best to invite celebrities in her network, which made the evidence collection work of the first search class even more difficult. Even if she united several different departments, she was still busy for several days.
Conan, Mouri Kogoro and others did not show many abnormalities that night. The most unusual part was that Conan, an elementary school student who was rescued by the Phantom Thieves of the Heart, was scheduled to record very late.
Karasawa's own transcript has been completed on the day after the incident, using the identity of Kitagawa Yusuke to accompany Kisaragi Hosui, and he just followed today to join in the fun.
——Mainly to squat Miwako Sato.
Although the intersection between her and Matsuda Jinpei has been shown in the plot in the form of a memory killing, Karasawa, who is familiar with the case, naturally understands this, but since this information will now be used to revive Matsuda Jinpei, Karasawa still hopes to improve the details as much as possible.
Understanding the course of the case from any angle is not as reliable as listening to the parties themselves.
With Karasawa's current relationship with several police officers from the First Investigation Division, it would not be difficult to find a suitable entry point.
So, when Sato Miwako finished the notes of several elementary school students and walked out exhausted, she saw Takagi Watamasa and Karasawa chatting together.
This guy Takagi, everyone is so busy, he still has time to fish here...
If I had known better, I should have left the task of writing notes for elementary school students to nothing Forget it!
Hey, their recording time should really be arranged with Kitagawa-kun. The elementary school students who lost control are like a group of husky cubs...
When she walked quickly towards Karasawa and Takagi Wataru who were sitting at the desk, she heard Karasawa explaining his recent experience in school.
"Do you have that feeling? Officer Takagi, that is, the illusion that someone who has left you long ago appears around you again..."
"...you Are you talking about your parents, Tang Zejun?" After being stunned for a moment, Takagi Wataru reacted quickly.
Although I didn’t know why, I just politely asked about the current situation of Tang Ze who was sitting in the hall waiting for someone, but the thing inexplicably turned into me and Tang Ze sitting here talking, and being forcibly accused for more than ten years. Takagi Wataru, who is a minute old, still attaches great importance to the content expressed by Karasawa.
Concerning the trial that happened to this child and nearly destroyed his life, the police officers in the Search Division have been paying attention consciously or unconsciously since they came into contact with Karasawa.
From this, he learned about Tang Ze's life story that he put on the surface, and quickly understood who Tang Ze was referring to.
In his short eighteen years of life, the interpersonal relationships this child had access to were very narrow. The only people he had really lost were his parents.
…Furthermore, since the two of them have been participating in research projects abroad for a long time, the cause of their death is only recorded as a simple traffic accident. There is neither a specific explanation of the accident nor any specific information such as the responsible party. .
When he learned the news, Karasawa had already been sentenced for the crime of injury. He needed special review and application to even leave Kyoto and come to Tokyo, let alone go abroad to collect the bodies of his parents.
A few months have passed since the incident, but the child can’t even get his parents’ ashes, and he doesn’t know if his parents’ remains are still frozen in a funeral parlor somewhere...
Thinking of this, Takagi Wataru couldn't help but push the paper cup filled with warm water towards Tang Ze's hand, signaling him to drink some hot water to calm down.
Tangze picked up the water glass obediently, and then sighed: "Yes, the new psychiatrist in our school is very similar to my father."
"You mean the appearance?" After hearing the words "psychiatrist", Takagi Wataru straightened up and asked seriously.
It’s not that he is biased against psychiatrists, it’s actually the fact that Kyosuke Futo, a psychiatrist who has been serving the police for a long time, has an incident and murders many colleagues, which has brought psychological psychological shock to the entire investigation class. The shadow was so great that he couldn't tolerate it without paying attention to it.
"...That's not the case." Tangze put on a recalling look, "Actually, his style is very different from that of my father. I look very much like my father, especially the facial features, if not for the hair color. There is a big difference, and I look younger, to the extent that many people can’t tell the difference. Oh, it’s almost the same as that of Kudo Shinichi and his father.”
After sneaking past them, Conan's back suddenly stiffened as he was trying to find a way to access information about the Joban Group, and he looked suspiciously in Karasawa's direction.
What was Karasawa talking to Officer Takagi? Why did he mention him inexplicably...
"That should indeed be similar." I met Kudo Shinichi and learned from news reports Among them, Takagi Wataru, who had seen Kudo Yusaku, suddenly nodded.
“This new psychiatrist’s face is actually quite different from my father’s. The eye shape is very different, and his face is a bit longer. If we really compare photos of the two people, it will definitely work. It's easy to tell the difference." At this point, Tang Ze sighed sadly, "But when I see him, I can't help but think of my father, and I feel a little doubtful about my eyes."
Mao Lilan, who was the first to finish writing the notes, was originally sitting on a stool on the other side waiting for Maori Kogoro. When she heard Karasawa's description, she couldn't help but come closer.
She was also very curious about Tangze's thoughts about the psychiatrist.
"If the face doesn't look like it, is it the voice or the clothes?" Takagi Wataru continued to ask confused.
"The clothes are indeed similar, but it seems normal for a doctor to wear a white coat. Well, if I have to say..." After holding his chin and thinking for a while, Karasawa said in an uncertain tone, "Hairstyle ? And, glasses? "
When the topic came to this, the young detective team and Maori Lan brought over by Mouri Kogoro were already close to the two of them.
On the other side, as Sato Miwako stood a few steps away from them, intending to listen to their conversation, several familiar police officers from the Search Division also came over.
The timing was perfect.
So Karasawa grabbed his hair pretending to be distressed: "I don't know what to say... Well, Officer Takagi, do you mind if I demonstrate it?"
"Eh?" Not at all. Takagi Wataru was stunned when he realized why the topic suddenly turned to him.
When he wanted to express his opinion again, Tang Ze had already stood up and crossed the table involuntarily, scratching at his neatly tidied hair.
Takagi Wataru's sight was obscured by Karasawa's body approaching him. However, Karasawa's movements were very fast, and before he even had time to struggle, he had already been put into another hairstyle.
Mao came up with the disguise technique, and Karasawa, who had been using it frequently for several months, was already a proficient in styling. Ten seconds was enough for him to change clothes. It was easy to manage Takagi Wataru's hairstyle.
"As for glasses, glasses... well, I'll use these." Pretending not to notice Conan standing behind him with black-rimmed glasses, Karasawa casually picked up the glasses that Rensaburo Shiratori had put aside. Sunglasses were placed on the bridge of Takagi Wataru's nose.
After styling Takagi Wataru according to Matsuda Jinpei's hairstyle, Karasawa glanced up and down at Takagi Wataru's current style with a critical look.
One thing to say, in fact, Takagi Wataru looks very similar to Matsuda Jinpei. He is indeed a bit different from Kiharagawa and Karasawa Ikawa. Karasawa's choice of analogy is really right. .
Karazawa, who had met Matsuda Jinpei in person at Fukiya Rei's palace, felt that, not to mention that Matsuda Jinpei was indeed a handsome guy, while Takagi Wataru was at best a little handsome, with a basic appearance difference. The two people have completely different eye shapes, skin colors, and temperaments. Regardless of whether they are familiar with each other, it is really difficult to distinguish them.
He guessed that after the sunglasses covered his eyes, the subtle similarity in face shape and similar hairstyle would have some visual impact on people like Miwako Sato who had too deep memories of Matsuda Jinpei's death.
"Well, that's about it, my father..."
While they were thinking this, there was a harsh sound of tables and chairs colliding two steps behind them.
Everyone’s eyes couldn’t help but be drawn towards it.
I saw Sato Miwako bumping into another chair next to the desk, but she completely ignored the commotion she caused and stared blankly at Takagi Wataru's current image. Searching the table in class 1, a curly-haired man with a careless posture was sitting with a water glass, talking and laughing casually...
"...Sato, Sato? Are you okay?"
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"...I completely understand how you feel, Karasawa-kun." Miwako Sato, who was holding a wine glass, sat in the corner of the table, murmuring in a low voice, somewhat lost.
Whenever seeing Takagi Wataru on weekdays, no one would confuse him with Matsuda Jinpei.
Matsuda Jinpei, at least the Matsuda Jinpei she came into contact with, was a free and uninhibited person, arrogant yet humorous, firm enough and gentle enough inside.
Takagi Wataru, who is reckless and a little passionate, is a completely different person from every angle.
However, this afternoon, she was completely captured by her trance-like illusion. She couldn't help but flash back in her mind those scenes that were still vivid after three years, and some scattered fragments kept scratching in her mind. And in the end, they all end with explosive arrogance and fire.
Another three years have passed...
"Do you also think of some people who left?" Karasawa withdrew his gaze from the table and asked Sato Miwako softly.
"...Leaving is actually inevitable. We are police officers. This is a dangerous profession. It is inevitable to fall on the front line, to the knife of criminals, to accidents and regrets." He took a sip. Liquor, Miwako Sato sighed, "Working in the Search Section 1, the sacrifice rate is already smaller than that of many more frontline departments, but we still have to hold several condolences every year. I am used to it."
For example, in cases involving Kyosuke Futo, several colleagues died of heart attacks and were shot in revenge by Kyosuke Futo, such as Officer Date who died in a car accident due to fatigue a year ago, and even, such as her father...
Before she entered the industry, she understood the meaning of sacrifice more deeply than many people, but she still came without hesitation.
She has experienced the death of her father since she was a child. The reason why she unswervingly chose the police profession is to inherit her father's legacy, to fulfill her childhood ambition, and to prevent more tragedies and sacrifices.
However, Matsuda Jinpei is different.
"When we set foot on the job, we were prepared to sacrifice, but, but he..." Sato Miwako, whose cheeks were already red from drinking, took a breath and raised her hands to cover her eyes.
It was not just a simple matter of a guy who was alive and kicking and making jokes with me dozens of minutes ago dying in an instant. It was not an accident, not being caught off guard...
It was a malicious incident. The calculation is a tragic sacrifice of a policeman walking towards death step by step in order to fulfill his oath.
Countless times, Miwako Sato imagined how Matsuda Jinpei would feel sitting in front of the bomb, watching the countdown move second by second, as if he was watching his own life passing by.
She couldn't imagine it, but after receiving the last phone call and text message from Matsuda Jinpei in the world, she still couldn't let go.
Karasawa raised his hand, gently patted Sato Miwako's bent back, glanced at Conan who was approaching, and still chose to say in a warm voice: "Do you mind chatting? Maybe it will make you feel better if you say it out loud."
Conan, who was holding the juice and moved slightly to Karasawa, looked at him strangely for a moment, and then looked at the noisy dining table strangely for a while.
Perhaps it was the chain reaction caused by Karasawa's confession in the afternoon, or perhaps it was Sato Miwako's emotional fluctuations that aroused the concern of the police officers of the Search Section...
In short, I don't know why, they They obviously came to the police station to take notes and then go back to the police station, but now it has inexplicably developed into a situation where Mouri Kogoro and his group and a group of off-duty police officers gathered together to eat and drink together.
Taking the whole process into consideration, he felt that Karasawa's role in it was indispensable. Without him chatting with Takagi Wataru, nothing that followed would have happened.
I just don’t know if this was done intentionally by Tang Ze or if it was just a coincidence...
The initiator, Tang Ze, was still typing in a soft voice.
"I can understand how you feel, Officer Sato. I also know that it is not polite to look for the shadow of the deceased in others, and it is not respectful to both parties. However, sometimes, it is inevitable that this will happen It’s a terrible feeling to be stuck in an old fantasy and have no place to ask for help. Officer Sato...”
I don’t know which of Karasawa’s words touched her nerves, Miwako Sato. He drank the wine in his hand suddenly.
Then she put her arms around Tang Ze who was patting her on the shoulder, and slowly spoke in a weird shoulder-to-shoulder posture.
"It's okay to tell you now, the time is getting closer. If Detective Mori can... forget it. That was, three years ago..."
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< br>On the other side of Tokyo, in the same night, in the same noisy izakaya, there were people talking about similar topics.
"I heard that brat mention that you seem to have lost track of your whereabouts as soon as you graduated...Forget it, I'm a bad old man and I don't need to ask about such things."
"...I do have some tasks. So I came to visit you after three years. It's really rude." Kagemitsu Morofuku, who was pulling his hood, added more wine to Matsuda Jotaro's glass. Follow the other person's words and continue talking.
Matsuda Jinpei and Hagiwara Kenji made their choice of direction before graduation. Several of their police school friends dispersed to different positions after graduation, and everything after that was so unpredictable.
It’s hard to say that he didn’t come to express condolences to Matsuda Jinpei because he died earlier than the other party. Zhufu Jingguang could only continue to persuade Matsuda Jotaro to drink and wait for the other party to give him the information he needed.
"Is there any way to be rude?" Matsuda Jotaro drank half a glass of wine in one gulp and hissed, "You can still remember to come here, he didn't do it in vain. Go back to the police."
"He is a very good policeman."
"Huh, I would rather he be more ordinary and not take so many things on himself..." Matsuda Jotaro shook his head. Shaking his head, "Forget it, no one is here anymore, it's useless to talk about this. Drink, drink."
Under the influence of alcohol and dim light, his eyes were looking straight ahead with some laxity, and his face was covered with age that could not be concealed. The ravages of time, catalyzed by the downturn and twists and turns of his life, were more merciless to him than others.
Matsuda Jotaro, ever since Matsuda Jinpei was young, has been a very standard frustrated middle-aged man.
Like Kogoro Mouri before him, his life was smooth sailing in his youth. However, due to some accidents and the tricks of fate, he experienced a turning point and then took a turn for the worse. He finally chose to use alcohol to numb himself, break away from real life, and spend his days drinking. .
Matsuda Jinpei mentioned it when he explained his reasons for becoming a policeman. Now, Matsuda Jotaro, who has lost his son, is afraid that his life will be even more hopeless. He would not hesitate to describe his next life as trapped and hopeless. Pass.
So Zhufu Jingguang also adopted a similar strategy to Karasawa and asked Matsuda Jotaro to have a drink.
Just give enough space to talk when you change cups and cups at the wine table. Every adult will have endless topics to talk about.
This is a good strategy, including when obtaining information related to himself, Tang Ze also implemented it this way.
Only at this moment can the pain of life be experienced in such a concrete way, and only in the moment of drowsiness of consciousness can we find the fleeting gap and dump too many words that are pressed deep in our hearts. And out.
Zhu Fu Jingguang swung the wine in the cup twice and drank it all in one gulp.
He is not worried about any accidents after drinking too much. Noah is responsible for collecting specific information, and his teammates who come to respond are sitting nearby to watch over his safety. Zhufu Jingguang is fine. So worried.
After all, who doesn’t need a good drunk?
(End of this chapter)