Chapter 877 Using illegal means to detain illegal persons
“Oh, you want to cooperate with the library to hold activities, right...”
“Yes, Mr. Director.” The soft-looking Dao Fukuro June straightened her hair on her temples with a very gentle look, "I just hope that my children will have the opportunity to come into contact with more books in the child care center. After discussion with our parents committee, we chose the Mihua Library. Children on your side There are a lot of books in the district... You can invite some media to attend the activities here for interviews, or if you have any other suggestions..."
Kimi Shimabukuro, who already has a gentle appearance, in order to increase his image After finding the director's office, he quickly fabricated the identity of a kindergarten parent committee representative and chatted with the director about holding cooperative activities.
How should I put it? After joining the Phantom Thieves, I learned nothing else. With the example of the leader, everyone's ability to tell lies has increased visibly.
Shimabukuro Kimie was sitting at his desk, constantly using honorifics and talking nonsense. On the coffee table next to him, the equally restrained Asai Shimizu, who was sitting with his legs together, began to observe the surroundings.
The Mihua Library has undergone personnel changes recently. Kazuo Tamada, a requester who posted on the message board, claimed that when he was sorting out the collection of books in the children's book section, he discovered that the new director was suspected of using imported books. Channels for smuggling illegal drugs.
So the two of them took the initiative to contact the curator and asked him to take them to the children's book area to visit and study.
As long as the reason is suitable enough, coupled with some media publicity, educational public welfare and other publicity means, there is no reason why a public library director will not accept this kind of activity. In addition, if there are some sensitive issues in this area, the more frequently they mention it, the more obvious the curator will feel guilty and short of breath, and he will inevitably return to inspect the site again later.
So whether the curator accepts or rejects, as long as he really has a problem, you can get clues from his behavior.
"Looks like this..." Curator Moriwaki Bunta, whose hairline has receded far back, secretly looked at the two people in front of him, pretending to think deeply.
Generally speaking, those who can serve as representatives of the parent committee must be those with higher status among the parents of the children’s classes. If they are not very rich, it means they have the right to speak in other aspects. .
The manners and speaking styles displayed by these two ladies are indeed in line with these characteristics, so although he felt bad when he heard the children's book section, he also felt uncomfortable when facing these two polite and beautiful ladies. Nothing to say.
But Moriwaki Bunta is not too panicked so far.
Would you like to have an event? Can you agree first?
The larger the event, the more it requires formal docking, and the more cumbersome the time period and process required. After finalizing the process, he still had a long time to plan and move things in the library area and warehouse, so that no problems would be exposed just because of one event.
Thinking of this, a very standard flattering smile appeared on his face: "It's a very good activity, it can really increase children's interest in reading. However, we have many types of books. If we don't set aside If you have enough time to sort out the book list..."
Just as he was about to continue pulling, the office door was suddenly pushed open forcefully.
Bunta Moriwaki frowned and looked over. As soon as he saw the employee's face, he was about to scold him when he heard the other person say in a panic: "Sorry, Director, Tamada seems to be organizing the bookshelves." I injured the child..."
"What!"
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“Hey, uncle, what’s the matter with you? Such a big man can’t move things safely!”
“Conan, Conan, do you have a headache... "
"You are hitting people on purpose, we all saw it!"
The curator who hurried down after being notified by the staff saw at a glance that there were three floors inside and three outside. people.
Tamada Kazuo, who was holding a box of books in his hands, was saying something with fear on his face. Opposite him, four children huddled in a ball stared at him with wary faces. People around him were pointing and pointing. They were originally quiet. , the children's reading area where only children were present was now crowded with adults in their teens and twenties, and the whole area was buzzing with people.
Having glanced at the box of books in Yutian's hand, the curator tightened his lips and felt his throat tightening.
His strategy is by no means foolproof. Compared with those experienced criminals, it can even be said that his concealment methods are very poor.
These things cannot withstand inspection at all. Just in case...
"What's the matter? Give me a moment. I am the curator here. Please give me a moment..."< br>
Moriwaki Fumi was too busy to step forward, squeezed past the people around him, and squeezed into the inner circle.
I saw a little boy wearing glasses raising his hand to cover his forehead and crying loudly. There were faint traces of blood seeping between his fingers, and there was splatter on the corner of the box in Tamada and Man's hands. Two or three drops of liquid were applied to the corrugated paper, which turned out to be a dark brown color.
The crowd of onlookers was whispering. On the way, Moriwaki Bunta caught some very unpleasant words, something like, the child was arguing with him, the child was too naughty and stopped the employee. Road and other discussions.
Judging from the situation at the scene, regardless of whether Tamada Kazuo collided intentionally or unintentionally, it is true that he injured a child in public and still held the murder weapon in his hand.
Bunta Moriwaki, who was most afraid of something happening but didn't expect it to happen, felt dizzy.
Shimabukuro Kimie and Asai Narumi, who followed him slowly to the scene, crossed the crowd and saw Edogawa Conan sitting on the ground rolling around. They looked at each other and immediately guessed who he was. the truth.
This is probably not an accident or a physical conflict. There is a high probability that this little detective has discovered something fishy in the children's book section and is trying to create some eye-catching events to attract onlookers and even police.
Although the method was a bit damaging, and the employee named Yutian was really frightened, it was indeed very effective.
Originally, Tamada Kazuo might be in danger, but now, even if the curator is really a vicious drug dealer, he doesn't have the ability to erase all the memories of dozens of people and give them pictures. Light?
"The child was led astray after all..." Asai sighed in a low voice while taking out her mobile phone and pretending to call the police.
I don’t know what Karasawa usually showed to this upright detective. In short, this wave of Conan really took advantage of his identity to the extreme.
A child was hit by a library employee in the children's reading area of the library. This topic, which easily touches many sensitive points, attracts more media attention than reading activities in kindergartens and libraries. Hidden criminals are most afraid of too much attention.
"Yes, I was really led astray." Shimabukuro Kime took out her phone and quickly took a few photos, and also replied in a low voice, "No matter what, Karasawa always likes to use his own The fault of identity fishing. ”
Like to act bravely, have a criminal record, encounter ostracism and bullying... The children left by the Karazawa couple have inherited their academic legacy and wealth, and are rare cases of loneliness that have been confirmed to be cured. Syndrome patient...
Tangze's ordinary identity is really stacked with too many buffs, which makes him an easy target. Under this surface, Tangze is also in various senses. With enough strength, he can sit firmly on Diaoyutai.
Looking at his various experiences every time he traveled with those classmates with accidental constitutions, he really took advantage of his status to the extreme. With his inspiration, Conan finally discovered the unique advantages of being a naughty kid. It was so logical.
"It's quite good. I think the little detective is thinking quite openly now..."
The two of them commented leisurely in the back, standing inside Moriwaki Bunta was so sweaty.
Among the sealed book boxes in Tamada's hands were a dozen or so questionable books that had been hollowed out and stuffed with goods. Not far from them, in the movable bookshelf at the end of the reading area, There are hollow fake books that have no book backs and are used to disguise themselves as a collection of books in the middle to prevent others from taking them away.
If the police come, decide that this is intentional injury, and cordon off the place as a scene for investigation...
"Tamada! You bastard, what's wrong with you!" This kind of fear turned into The overwhelming anger made his expression distort when he yelled, "You work in the children's book section, how come you don't even notice the children in front of you?! Why don't you apologize quickly and send the children to the hospital! This is entirely your fault We are not responsible for compensation for personal problems!”
While yelling, he vaguely wanted to accuse Tamada Kazuo of accidentally not paying attention to the short child when transporting books, which caused the incident. An accident.
As long as it is not considered a case that needs investigation, some civil compensation issues can be easily solved.
The confused and frightened Tamada Kazuo shrank his neck. Just as he was about to say something, he saw the crying little boy sitting on the ground and several other children raising their heads and looking blankly. Moriwaki Bunta's direction.
The next second, the wailing sounded an octave higher.
This time, not only Conan who was sitting on the ground, but also Ayumi Yoshida, who was beside him worriedly and wanted to check his injuries, let out a loud cry.
“Wow—so fierce—”
“This uncle is so scary, wow—”
The crowd of onlookers silently turned to Sen, whose expression was frozen. Wakibunta looked over.
Moriwaki Fumita has a thin face with deep nasolabial folds. His hairline is in line with the characteristics of a middle-aged man of his age, revealing a large blank forehead.
This made his wrinkled eyes look like the eyes of a goldfish, slightly protruding on his face. Coupled with his sunken cheekbones, I have to say that when he used this face to reveal a ferocious and angry look, Not to mention scaring children into tears, many adults would probably see him again in nightmares after seeing his expression.
Sensing that the situation was favorable, Shimabukuro Kimie immediately pinched his throat and made a voice that was different from his own: "How can you say dirty words in front of a child? This is It's your library's responsibility."
As soon as she spoke, Asai Narumi understood and immediately followed up: "That's right. What do you mean, you are not responsible for the injuries suffered in your library? "
"Really, the library director is too incompetent."
"It seems that he is a new curator, his quality is really not good..."
"No wonder, the staff training is so inadequate..."
There are two of them hiding in the crowd to set the pace. , and soon, various accusations directed at the curator continued to emerge, and as Moriwaki Bunta tried to refute, the trend became more and more intense.
It was only then that the howling Conan quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and then apologetically tugged on the sleeve of Ayumi, who was really crying to tears.
Before engaging in Pengci, he had said hello to several other classmates, so at first, they were just making trouble unreasonably, but this time, Ayumi was scared to death by the curator and he also Unexpected.
...However, this curator is indeed a bit scary. Should we say that this is the result of the heart?
“Give way, give way.”
Just as the noise in the reading area became more and more intense, and onlookers gathered even at the entrance, a few more people were talking. , began to squeeze into the crowd.
Conan, who was still pressing his hand firmly on the "wound", turned his head and looked blank for a moment.
Foot, Adachi Tooru? !
Wait a minute, he wants to make things bigger by touching porcelain, preferably to the point where the police are there to maintain order, but he doesn't mean to attract such police!
"Police, from the Search Section 1. What happened?" Matsuda Jinpei took out his fake ID from his pocket, showed it very skillfully, and then put it back into his breast pocket. My heart couldn't hold back for a while.
None of what he said was a lie. He had just been transferred to the Investigation Division 1 before his death. In theory, he was indeed a police officer in the Investigation Division when he died on duty.
After working as a policeman for so many years, he never imagined that one day he would be holding a fake certificate and using chicken feathers as a talisman...
Life is so fickle.
"Accidents, just accidents..." Moriwaki Bunta felt that cold sweat instantly soaked the clothes on his back, and many beads of sweat oozed out on his forehead in an instant.
Originally, I wanted to calm the crowd of onlookers to prevent anyone from calling the police, but I didn’t expect that there was no need to call the police. There were police on site.
“Stop crowding here.” Following him, Kenji Hagihara, wearing sunglasses, first skillfully dispersed the crowd of onlookers, and then took off a pair of glasses from his belt without Matsuda Jinpei saying anything. The deputy handcuffed Kazuo Tamada involuntarily, who was still holding the cardboard box, and said the line that made the curator dizzy, "If you have anything to do, go to the bureau and talk."
"Wait, Wait a minute, some police officers, it was just an accident, really just an accident..."
"The police are enforcing the law, what are you doing?" Matsuda Jinpei raised his eyebrows and scolded him rudely, "If you stop me again, I'll stop you. Let’s go sit in the bureau together.”
Hearing his rough law enforcement style, and recalling the story Karasawa said about handcuffing him directly without accepting any communication, Conan somehow felt that the scene in front of him was too humorous: "..."
Malicious The black police using their law enforcement powers are brutally arresting suspects involved in illegal transactions. Why is this scene so funny?
Speaking of using illegal means to detain illegal persons, how should this be calculated...
Conan, with his hands full of fake blood, couldn't help but fall into confusion.
“Ding Dong——”
On the other side of the corridor, Tangze, who had just stepped out of the elevator, instinctively opened his third eye and scanned it, and found that the tarot cards in front of him were so densely packed that he almost stacked them into a pile:?
(End of this chapter)