The sixth man of Conan's police academy

Chapter 160 Strange Fax
December 11, Lunar Sunday.

It was an ordinary day, but it became extraordinary because of an explosion four years ago.

Wearing a black suit and black sunglasses, Jinpei Matsuda was sitting in the passenger seat of a red Mazda RX-7 FD3S, holding his chin and looking out the window at the scenery passing by.

It's time.

A week ago, I was transferred to the Metropolitan Police Department's Search Section [-], Forcible Criminals Search Section [-], so today is the day.

"What did you mean just now? No one asks questions like that. No one will tell you what they know if you ask in that rude way."

Sitting in the driver's seat, Miwako Sato narrowed her eyes and showed disgust. She really wondered why the Megure Police Department assigned him to her, it was really bad luck.

Thinking of her own situation these days, Miwako Sato said, "Really, it's been seven days since I've been here, so I ask you to listen to my advice."

The sound of pressing the button of the mobile phone will appear in the ear, and Matsuda Jinpei, who has a soft spot for flip phones, is editing emails, completely ignoring the advice of the people around him.

"Ah, send an email? You type very fast."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Matsuda Jinpei didn't have any expression on his face, and said in a perfunctory tone: "Well, the only advantage of me is my nimble fingers."

The corners of Sato Miwako's mouth twitched slightly, he still knew that he had shortcomings.She took a quick glance at Matsuda and joked, "Could it be for your girlfriend?"

girlfriend?Oh, but it's more troublesome than a girlfriend.

Matsuda Jinpei chuckled and said calmly: "No, actually, even if you send this email to my friend, you won't get a reply."

Thinking of the scene when he saw that guy a year ago, he said with gloomy eyes, "Because he disappeared four years ago."

"Hey?"

Miwako Sato didn't expect her casual words to touch the past that Matsuda might not want to bring up. She pursed her lips without saying a word, and drove the car silently to the Metropolitan Police Department.

It turned out that he would also show such an expression, and thought that he would always have a stinky face that others owed him money. I really don't know who got this stinky face from.

If Matsuda Jinpei could hear Miwako's voice, he would definitely smile and say——

It's the smelly face I learned from that paralyzed face who disappeared for four years.
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Chiyoda Ward, Tokyo, 11:07 a.m.

On the second floor of a coffee shop in 2-chome 2, Kasumigaseki-cho, a black-haired young man sitting in the corner is wearing headphones. His eyes fell on the laptop screen in front of him. Those who didn’t know thought he was writing a paper. Worrying, but if someone ran over to take a look, they would find a surveillance screen displayed on the screen.

——"You don't go, what do you mean?"

Looking at the young female police officer in the picture, she slapped the table, causing the cigarette butts in the white ashtray to jump outside, and the ash was scattered all over the table.

——"It's not that I won't go, but that I have to wait for the fax here today. It's just that the police station sent a suspected old man here. I think you can handle it."

——"You can't say that!"

The black-haired young man is Ritsu Sasashima. He is squinting his eyes and looking at Jinhei Matsuda, who is wearing sunglasses and smoking a cigarette in the picture. He really doesn't look like a police officer. He looks more like a "bad guy" than himself.

He deliberately asked Gin for leave and left the task to Ley to handle, sneaked out of the apartment and did not tell Furuya Rei who was on a mission overseas, in order not to distract him from the mission.

Ritsu Sasashima entrusted Zhu Fu Jingguang to help him three days ago, and installed several cameras in the large office of the First Search Division of the Metropolitan Police Department.

——"I've heard that the General Administration will receive that thing on January 11 every year, right?"

——"Oh, since three years ago, the General Administration has received a fax every day, with big Arabic numerals written on it. It's just a prank."

——"Three years ago it was 3, two years ago it was 2, and a year ago it was 1. According to my inference, this must be some demolition maniac who is counting down. If he wants to take action...he will definitely choose today."

After the bombing accident happened four years ago, Sasashima Ritsu tried to get all the information about the case.

I learned that one of the prisoners in the past was voluntarily told how to dismantle the bomb under the false report of the reporter, and was ambushed by the surrounding police. When he was looking through the fence during his escape, he was hit and killed on the spot by a passing truck.

The reason why the bomb countdown restarted is probably because another prisoner was angry after witnessing the death of his accomplice and wanted to restart the bomb to kill the police to vent his anger.

His plan failed. A criminal like this with anti-social personality and extreme conceit would most likely choose revenge.So in the past few years, every November, Sasashima Ritsu will quietly pay attention to the dynamics of the Metropolitan Police Department, only to learn that the headquarters will receive numbers three years ago. He knew that it was the countdown to the bomb, so he made such preparations. .

Because he understands Matsuda Jinpei and what he will do...

Just in case, Ritsu Sasashima felt the need to intervene in the investigation of this matter.Also, it's for Kenji Hagiwara, who lost an eye and underwent painful skin graft surgery, for the fact that he has to catch the criminal and bring him to justice.

——"Officer, I received another strange fax this year."

Ritsu Sasashima's eyes lit up, sitting on the sofa, he sat up straight and pressed his hands on the earphones, listening to the content carefully.

——"I only wrote one number again, didn't I? So, what number is passed this year?"

——"No, this time it's a warning."

Sure enough, as expected, the criminal will do something this year, and the target of revenge is the police?

——"We are a group of Knights of the Round Table, all stupid and cunning policemen pay attention. At noon and 14 o'clock today, we will use the heads of our comrades as a spark to ignite the celebration. If you have the ability, just stop us, we Seat No. 72 will be vacant, waiting for your arrival."

In the picture, Mu Mu Shisan blinked his eyes, his face was full of confusion, he had no idea what the fax was trying to convey.

——“What on earth does this mean?”

Officer Shiratori shook his head and said that he didn't know. Miwako Sato in the screen noticed the movement behind him, turned around and saw Matsuda Jinpei walking out hurriedly with his satchel on his back, and shouted hastily.

——"Wait a minute, Matsuda, where are you going?"

——"Don't you understand? The Knights of the Round Table have already said that they will empty seat 72 and wait for us to pass by."

Matsuda Jinpei in the screen is the same as in the police academy, with one hand in his pocket and a confident smile.

——"If there is a round table with 72 seats, of course there is only the one in Kubado Shopping Plaza...the largest Ferris wheel in Japan."

Sitting on the sofa, Ritsu Sasashima took off his earphones and reached out to close his laptop. He always felt that it was impossible to set up a password so simple. The other party had spent three years figuring out a way to provoke the police and take revenge on the police...

Could the password be so easy to understand?He must have a purpose.

After stuffing the computer into his satchel, Ritsu Sasashima wore a white mask and buckled a black fisherman hat, and hurried to the nearby open-air parking lot.

(End of this chapter)