Chapter 749: An old shadow passing by
"Tang Zejun said he wanted to ask for the names of the two prisoners? Why?"
I just finished a round of interrogation and was looking at the transcript The silent Miwako Sato heard Takagi Wataru's question and was a little unable to recover.
It’s easy to understand when asking them about the criminal’s motive. Whether you are a detective or a curious child, it is common to want to know the causes and consequences of participating in a case. The criminal police are also used to how to deal with this type of crime. People were dealt with.
But when it comes to the name of the prisoner, there is something...
Takagi Wataru scratched his head, his expression inevitably awkward: "Well, Tang Zejun said that after hearing the criminal's motive for the crime, those children wanted to write down the names of these two people on the Phantom Thief channel..."
Obviously all the prisoners have been caught, but they are about to be sanctioned for illegal possession of guns and cessation of crimes. They also have to write their names. This is a disguised way of showing that they cannot understand what is going on with these two lunatics. mean.
Miwako Sato patted her forehead helplessly.
Well, she also felt that the mental state of the two prisoners was not right.
I had already made up my mind to commit a crime, how could I break my guard just because of a TV station event?
If you break the defense, break the defense. It is true that guys who are strong enough can make money by taking the right path. Taking risks and choosing such a punishing way to make money has shown in disguise that they are people who cannot adapt to the normal social order. Mental fragility can also be regarded as a flaw. A sort of.
But blaming all the cascading reactions caused by this failure on the TV station that prevented them from committing the crime is somewhat lacking in ideas, even if it is just an excuse to vent their emotions.
"Okay, if they insist. Anyway, if they send it back for inspection, the public documents will be released." Miwako Sato convinced herself, took out her mobile phone and called up Karasawa's contact address. Started editing the email, "But then again, it still feels weird that a group of kids bluntly said in front of the police that they wanted to give the names of prisoners to the Phantom Thieves."
"Yes, yes. "?" Gao Mushe looked away guiltily.
Sato Miwako squinted her eyes when she realized something: "...Why, have you done this kind of thing before?"
"Well..." Gao Mushe rubbed the tip of his pen twice, not embarrassed to say it.
It’s not just him. In fact, many colleagues in the police station will go to the website to post a relevant post when they encounter various difficulties during interrogation.
It's not that they rely on the power of the Phantom Thieves to help them pry open the mouths of these people. The starting point for doing this is more of a ritual feeling like praying for blessings.
After all, writing a record for a guy who has been cooked by a monster thief is like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube. He knows everything he knows and talks about it endlessly. He wishes he could steal the eraser from his deskmate in elementary school and start talking about it. It may not be useful to write it down. It is mainly to express something. A beautiful wish.
Some people do this, and naturally some people oppose it. Miwako Sato, who has a shrewd and capable personality and is accustomed to not asking for help in everything, is one of the people who doesn't like doing this kind of thing.
Facing Sato Miwako's eyes that slowly narrowed, Takagi Wataru looked around, quickly ran to the fax machine, and said without saying anything: "Ah, there is a fax, maybe there is some notice..."
Picking up the warm paper that was newly spit out by the fax machine, when he saw the text above clearly, Takagi Wataru couldn't help but pause at the words in his mouth.
Seeing that he looked uncomfortable, Sato Miwako also came over.
This is a completely printed document, with three or four lines of words sparsely typed on the entire A4 page.
「At the upcoming celebration parade of Tokyo Aoyama Team today
Something interesting may happen
Stay tuned"
"Sato..." Takagi Wataru, who smelled something amiss from this short large-character document, hurriedly asked for help. To Miwako Sato next to her.
Miwako Sato snatched the document from his hand and stared at the text above.
It couldn’t be called a special typesetting, with neither a head nor a signature, but it made her feel an omen of uneasiness, so that the alarm in her head kept buzzing.
"Go to Officer Megure. There might be a problem with the afternoon parade!"
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"In the end, the family members still don't have any privileges to participate in the parade, so they can only follow other spectators. "Squeezed."
Mota Kojima complained dissatisfiedly as his view was blocked by a wall of people due to his height.
"There's nothing we can do about it. There are not so many vehicles for the celebration parade or something that was decided at the last minute." Conan shrugged with his hands in his pockets. "Actually, it's better to just watch TV and follow the car. The camera is closer than anyone else’s.”
He waved his hand to fan away the colored paper that was about to float to his glasses, but he didn't feel dissatisfied.
This is basically the case at any event. The main thing you pursue is a sense of atmosphere. If you want a good viewing field, you might as well go home and watch live TV.
"Okay, at least we got a lot of signatures this time, right?!" Still holding the paper bag containing the jersey in her arms, Ayumi was still very excited.
Although the family and friends seats do not bring any other benefits, at least they get the opportunity to meet the players up close after the game.
Including Conan, everyone got the autographs they wanted from the players of Tokyo Aoyama Team - except for Uemura Naoki who was a little embarrassed to recognize Karasawa and Conan, the experience of the game was still Pretty good.
"You can watch the replay of the live broadcast on TV, but you can't come back to the scene a second time. Didn't you bring a camera here? It should be very meaningful to take a video of the event." Tangze shot each one like a watermelon He patted the little heads in a circle, and his peripheral vision focused on the crowd not far away.
Over there, surrounded by sight, the other members of the Phantom Thieves stood shoulder to shoulder, completely surrounding the tall Matsuda Jinpei.
Narimi Asai is still wearing the dress she wore in the stadium, and there are two other female members who are wearing heavy makeup, each covering their appearance. The fragrance of cosmetics is constantly flowing towards him. It was drilled into his nose, making him feel very embarrassed.
He had no choice but to tilt his head and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "Hey, with your looks like this, even if the bomber is indeed mixed in the crowd, I won't have time to chase him."
"What are you chasing after?" Kimie Shimabukuro, who was wearing large, colorful sunglasses, tapped her temples with her long manicure. "The focus now is not only to catch this bastard himself, but also to prove that he is connected with the first two relationship with the case.”
"Just like what the police did in the stadium." Asai Naomi also pushed up his sunglasses, "Catch the criminal."
If you just want to find an accurate candidate, you have already found it. Tangze, who had discovered the location of the opponent's palace, had no reason not to catch this guy himself. The reason why he didn't do so was because the timing was not right enough.
If they can't find the exact evidence and clues and just control the people, they might as well just do some dirty tricks and kill them, otherwise the hidden dangers cannot be eliminated at all.
Matsuda Jinpei frowned in disapproval: "This is a large-scale parade. He chose to launch an attack here because he took a fancy to the flow of people and topic here, and wanted to exaggerate the atmosphere of panic. How to ensure that Will no one be injured?”
It is already clear that a bomber is eyeing this street, and if he still stands by for the so-called collection of criminal evidence, from Matsuda Jinpei’s point of view, he cannot accept it
No one knew better than him the devastation caused by the bombs.
“That’s why we need professionals.” Zhufu Jingguang patted Matsuda Jinpei’s tense arm, “Leave it to you, Matsuda.”
He could see After coming out, due to the sudden change in the situation, Matsuda Jinpei, who was still digesting the amount of information, could not put down his complete guard.
For him, Matsuda must trust him very much, but it is hard to say the same for the teammates who appear around him.
The teamwork Matsuda Jinpei is good at is based on sufficient running-in and familiarity. It would be too embarrassing for him to immediately reach a consensus and friendly cooperation with strangers for a certain case. .
Matsuda Jinpei looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang's face and let out a breath.
He had seen Zhu Fu Jingguang's "transformed" appearance, and knew that instead of covering his face with a hood, he could just take out the white-haired look and transform like the other monster thieves around him. Installation is the safer option.
The main reason why he still acts like himself is because of his mood. Obviously Zhu Fu Jingguang doesn't want to be too nervous or anxious.
Matsuda Jinpei took a deep breath, and then poked Asai Narumi's arm.
"Do you still have the same medicine as before? Please give me some more. I still feel a little dizzy now."
The Phantom Thieves, who did not take the normal path to buy tickets, must have walked through the cognitive world when they left the stadium. He was forced to feel the feeling of rapid motion sickness again.
Coupled with Zhu Fu Jingguang's unscrupulous attitude in the cognitive world, he still felt like he could spit out two mouthfuls of sour water immediately after he had eaten nothing since he woke up.
Narimi Asai did not refuse his request, but gave a strange side glance at Karasawa, who was standing a few meters away with the chattering elementary school students, and took out a new tube of potion and handed it to Matsuda Jinpei.
For some unknown reason, so far, the main raw material that can be used to extract cognitive-related medicines is still Karasawa himself.
For example, there are several cognitive defense potions in the group, all of which were made by Haihara Ai using Tang Ze's serum. Every time I think about this, I feel a little psychologically disturbed when I drink it.
Over there, the primary school students are still worrying about how to better shoot the video and see the team clearly.
“How about finding a place with a better view? You can’t see anything clearly from here.” After trying twice to squeeze in to the fence in the front row, Moto Kojima was very disappointed. I quickly had other thoughts.
His eyes turned around, and soon he aimed at the iron mailbox on the roadside, and his eyes lit up.
“That one should be about the same! And with so many handles around, it’s very convenient to stand on it.”
"It seems so."
"Come on, let me go up and take a look first, hey..."
When Tang Ze finished making eye contact with his teammates through the air, he said Turning around, the three elementary school students who had given up had already climbed onto the mailbox, staggeringly trying to look at the motorcade in the crowd.
"It's still a little short. I can see the car, but I can't see the people above clearly."
"I just used the video recorder to record it. Yuantai, you lie down a little. Lift me up a little bit..."
"These guys..." Conan, who turned around with him, saw the three naughty children already starting to stack up on public facilities as if no one was around, and could only move over to stop them with a speechless expression.
Leaving aside the safety issues of climbing, the weight of three children is definitely as much as that of an adult, not to mention a fat boy like Moto Kojima.
As far as the physical defense attributes of the three of them are concerned, it is unlikely that they will be damaged if they fall. If someone steps on a municipal facility and crushes it, they will have to pay compensation...
"Oh, oh, That's it!" After adjusting the focus of the camera, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya became excited, "It's Aying and Naoki's car, they passed the corner!"
As the absolute core figure of today's game, for the ball Hideo Akagi and Naoki Uemura, who were honored by the team after missing out on the honor for three years, were undoubtedly the most eye-catching protagonists of the celebration. The two were placed on the last vehicle of the motorcade, which fully demonstrated the team's emphasis on the ace.
"They seem to be waving at us!"
"Really? Really? I want to see it too!"
"You guys, come down." Tang Ze walked away with his arms crossed. Go over and say, "Didn't I promise you that after this period, they will transfer to a double-decker bus and let you go with the float? Don't play tricks here."
"But..."
"How could you guys climb so high without a butt? How dangerous."
Without waiting for the naughty children who were reluctant to come down to protest, a female voice directly intervened in their conversation.
"And if this is damaged by any chance, the surveillance video at the intersection will show it clearly."
Ojima Mota looked blankly at the blond woman approaching with her arms akimbo, feeling guilty. Crawling down, he muttered in a low voice: "It's just a little stepping on it. It doesn't matter."
"Children should be good. If you don't obey, you will be taken away." Wearing it. The blonde woman in sunglasses casually pulled off the wig on her head, bent down and tapped the noses of the three children, "Why can't you just be more peaceful like Conan and Xiao Ai?"
"Sister Sato ?” Yoshida Ayumi opened her eyes wide, “It’s you again”
"What do you mean, it's me again?" Sato Miwako looked over sideways, "I should be the one to ask, why is it you again?"
"The game is over, Aoyama team won, let's watch the parade. ." Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya said very confidently, "It's not time for the police to get off duty yet... Or what happened?"
Even in the finals, the TV cameraman will go crazy. , it does not seem surprising that something new will appear in the subsequent parade.
"I can't say what happened..." Miwako Sato waved her hand.
"Hey, Miwako! Are you here to go on a date with Takagi?"
Miwako Sato heard a familiar voice, turned her head and saw Yumi Miyamoto sitting in the passenger seat wearing a traffic police uniform, rolling down the window and waving to her teasingly.
"Yumi, you are the ones escorting the parade today." Sato Miwako was not surprised at all by the appearance of her best friend.
Blocking the streets for a parade will affect the entire main road without the timely flow of traffic by the traffic police.
"Yes, I'm still working. Isn't it cool that you two didn't forget to dress up and go on a secret date when you were on duty?" Miyamoto Yumi gave a thumbs up and highly praised them. Can play.
The three elementary school students suddenly realized, and then approached Miwako Sato.
"So that's it. Isn't this not doing your job properly? You have the nerve to criticize us."
"If you don't work hard and secretly disguise yourself to watch activities, the criminal police will be quite leisurely."
"It feels like Japan's future is going to be over."
Miwako Sato clenched her fists: "You guys..."
She raised her head and was about to clarify her work situation. By the way, Explaining the fax received by the police station, his eyes focused on the crowd in front, and his expression suddenly froze.
"...Miwako, Miwako?" Yumi Miyamoto saw that her best friend, whose back was facing her, suddenly stopped standing still, and couldn't help calling out.
Shiratori Rensaburo, who came from the other side of the street, was a little frozen when he saw the scene. He adjusted the hat on his head and walked over to try to save Miwako Sato: "We need it for work..."
< br>However, Sato Miwako, who was standing in front of several people, suddenly pushed away the approaching Shiratori, completely ignoring the shouts of several people around her, and sprinted towards the crowd.
“Hey, Sato!”
“Sister Sato!”
All the sounds were infinitely elongated and far away in her ears. Sato Miwako, who was completely focused on the front, didn't care about the reactions of others.
Her eyes were fixed on the back of a man in a suit with black curly hair in the crowd.
The man seemed to be talking to the people around him. He turned his head slightly, revealing one ear and the temple of the sunglasses on it.
A slightly chiseled mandibular angle, and a slightly bent back when the other person speaks.
With the current distance and the ability to distinguish features, it is difficult for people no matter how familiar they are to confirm the identity of the other person. However, inexplicable emotions linger in her heart. Sato Miwako can't help but put the name on her lips as she runs. blurted out.
"Matsuda...!"
The man standing in the crowd seemed to hear her voice, raised his chin, and seemed ready to turn his head back.
At this moment, the crowd burst into loud cheers.
The car in which Hero Akagi was riding drove to their location.
"Aying! Aying!"
"Naoki! Naoki!"
The crowd shouting the names of the heroes crazily surged over in the direction of the convoy, covering Sato Miwako's sight like a wave.
Her shouts were drowned in the thunderous cheers, like water droplets falling into the waves, and there was no trace of them again.
When the figure disappeared from sight, Sato Miwako felt the panic again. A kind of fear that her heart was tightly grasped made her care about nothing else and just wanted to push through the wall in front of her. Carefully confirm who the person in front of you is, and confirm that it is not your illusion.
However, when she walked over with difficulty, it was like a beach beaten by waves. The audience standing there had almost completely changed, and the shadow that made her fingertips tremble was no longer visible.
Sato Mi and Zimu stood there blankly, with blank expressions on their faces.
(End of this chapter)