Conan: I'm really not a model worker at a winery

Chapter 491 Three Similar Murders

Another base in the Tokyo area.

The public lounge was dark, only the TV screen was on, and it was reflected on Angostella's face, which looked very strange...

Even weirder.

Is there still the sound of crawling and the indistinct laughter of children coming from the TV...

Angostella stared at the TV without blinking, with bloodshot eyes and a bucket of popcorn in his left hand.

near...

Very close!

He was so excited to watch the black shadow constantly approaching the protagonist on the TV, his face gradually revealed a look of perverted excitement.

Just at the moment when the protagonist on TV is in crisis...

'Snapped! '

After a slight sound, the TV screen went black, and at the same time, the lights in the hall instantly turned on.

The protagonist of this film managed to live until the next boot time.

Angostura: "..."

While watching a movie, he took out a throwing knife expressionlessly, threw it at the sleepy Anderberger who was standing next to the switch, and shouted sharply: "Amber! What kind of plane are you doing? I We are seeing the critical moment!!"

For the dissatisfaction of his teammates, Anderberg just yawned, stopped the flying knife that was piercing his head, and threw it back for him.

"But the sound is too loud." Anderberg replied with a slumped face. "The sound was like a hundred cockroaches crawling beside my bed, and I couldn't sleep."

Angostura: "..."

Could this be any more disgusting?

He couldn't help imagining the scene, shuddered, and said with a dark face: "Okay, An Bu, go back to sleep!"

"It's almost four o'clock, Stella... 'The day's plan is in the morning,' as the old saying goes."

After Anderberg said something, he changed the subject: "Is that traitor dead?"

"...Tch, so you heard it." Angostella grinned and stuffed a mouthful of popcorn, "Yeah, I was stabbed to death in the street, and I thought Gin led someone to do it."

"Then, the clue is broken?" Anderberg tilted his head and asked something that seemed to be completely out of line with the topic.

Angostella shrugged: "Who knows... I can't rule out that those guys may be suspected of killing chickens and taking eggs, but whether it was an accident or their hands, the tail has been exposed now, we just need to continue to investigate. , I'm sure we'll find something."

After hearing this, Anderberg nodded, "As long as you're sure... what's your plan for tomorrow?"

"Of course follow up."

Angostella let out a sneer, "It's only been three days since Yu'er couldn't bear it anymore, those people must have some new moves, it would be great if they could meet someone who is alone... "

"Then you're not sleeping yet?" Anderberg said expressionlessly.

Sleep is not active, there is a problem with the head.

Angostella choked, then smacked her lips, "Actually, it's okay if you don't sleep all night..."

Underburger didn't speak, just held out a hand to him.

Angostella was puzzled: "Why?"

"Popcorn."

Underburger's eyes were fixed on the bucket of white snacks.

"Tch, this is mine!" Angostella was very protective, immediately hid the popcorn behind her back, and snorted.

Seeing this, Anderberg withdrew his hand in disappointment, shook his head, and sighed indifferently: "Gin is much more generous than you."

Thinking of giving him snacks when they first met Gin Jiu, Anderberg immediately thought that everyone under Gin Jiu must be very happy.

And Angostella's face darkened instantly: "Didn't I tell you not to say good things about him!"

"That's not a good word." Anderberg corrected seriously, "It's the truth."

His teammates are really stingy and owe him a lot of money.

"Amber!"

The two almost had another knife-throwing fight, and finally got stuck at four o'clock before returning to their houses to rest.

……

Tokyo Kita.

After Chablis disappeared, there was a person who quietly hid here in the deserted base without anyone knowing.

There is no bright light in the dim base, only the outline of a chapter of human faces reflected on countless electronic screens.

Although I can't see the specific face clearly, I can still hear a strong hatred from the figure's self-talk:

"The FBI... really thinks I'm that easy to deceive?"

"Just wait, sooner or later I will find your tail!"

-

Early the next morning, the Metropolitan Police Department.

Matsuda Jinpei was leaning on the meeting table of the first search class with one hand, resting his cheek, pointing the table with a pen in the other hand, and in front of him was a notebook that didn't write down a single word.

He yawned sleepily as Police Officer Megure told them about the case at the front of the conference room.

Sato Miwako and Takagi Wataru, who were sitting next to Matsuda Jinpei, both paid attention.

"Senior Matsuda, it feels like you're not in a good mood recently... Haven't you had much rest lately?" Takagi She asked in a low voice.

"Ha... no, I slept well, but I have been investigating previous cases recently."

Matsuda Jinpei yawned again, his tone tired.

"The previous case? Was it the previous serial bombing case?" Miwako Sato also turned around and asked in a low voice.

Matsuda Jinpei rolled his eyes and nodded irrefutably, "Ah, yes...there was an explosion in Shibuya before."

"That's the case..." Miwako Sato had also heard about that case, "Then you should pay more attention to rest and don't break your body..."

"I know……"

Takagi looked at Matsuda Jinpei with a little admiration—Senior is indeed a senior, even if there is no task, he still creates tasks for himself... He is really a role model for my generation!

He must learn from Senior Matsuda!
The three of them whispered in the case discussion meeting, and finally failed to escape the gaze of Police Officer Mu Mu.

For his capable subordinates who fished in troubled waters at the meeting, Police Officer Mumu naturally had to severely criticize and educate him.

He patted the table vigorously with a dark face: "Matsuda! Sato... and Takagi! Did you all hear the case clearly?!"

To desert under his nose, could it be that he is too kind recently?

Miwako Sato and Tsutomu Takagi instantly straightened their backs: "Yes! I heard everything clearly!"

"Matsuda, what about you?" Officer Mugure looked at Matsuda Jinhei who was still yawning, and hated iron for nothing in his heart.

This guy's police rank has been promoted to the same level as him, and he is usually so indifferent, even beating his colleagues... He was not dismissed because Matsuda solved the case like a machine gun. There can't be more normal criminal cases, don't keep staring at the bombings!
Mu Mu police officer felt a little tired.

As for Matsuda Jinpei, he still doesn't have the consciousness that he is the one who is going to search for a class. He just rolled his eyes and turned his pen: "Ah, of course I heard that, Officer Meguro, someone was stabbed to death on the street... ..."

"...was hacked to death with a large knife." Police Officer Mumu corrected with twitching corners of his eyes.

What does it mean to be stabbed to death? As a policeman, how can you use such a casual adjective?
"There's no difference, right?" Matsuda Jinpei rolled his eyes speechlessly.

He felt that Officer Mu Mu had become more and more mother-in-law recently.

"...Okay, Brother Matsuda, do you have any opinion on the mahjong tile left by the deceased?" Officer Megure asked after sorting out the documents in his hand.

Counting the case he received from Conan last night, there are already three similar cases:
The dead in these three cases were all wounded to the vitals with knives, and died of excessive blood loss, and they were all found on the street... The other thing in common is that the three dead were found when they were discovered. , with a mahjong tile around them, but the previous two crimes were not committed in Tokyo. It was only because the circumstances were too similar that they were suspected to be committed by the same person, so a small meeting was held to discuss this case.

Next to the first deceased is a 'one tube' painted red, with an English letter 'A' written on the back, and a black line drawn vertically;
For the second deceased and the No.3 deceased found last night, the mahjong tiles left by the suspected prisoner were 'seven tubes', and each had a circle painted in red, and a black line was drawn on the back of the two tiles. 'E' and 'A'.

(End of this chapter)