Conan: I'm really not the mastermind behind the scenes

As soon as Aaron finished speaking, he saw the female agent in front of him raise her eyebrows.

His heart skipped a beat.

But there was a completely different expression on his face, as if he had finally reacted, he frowned first, and then showed an expression of disbelief.

"Krystal...is she really dead? She was obviously fine a few days ago...how did she die?"

"It's a homicide. Others are uncertain and further tests are underway." the female detective said helplessly.

Aaron wiped his face vigorously, and the disbelief on his face changed in the next moment to the discomfort of confirming the death of his relatives and friends and the slight nervousness of facing law enforcement officers.

He noticed that the female agent's eyes frequently passed through his body and scanned the room, so he turned his body sideways to let her see more easily, and actively invited: "Although the house is a bit messy now... do you two want to come in and ask? talk?"

Another male agent, who was probably in his early twenties, refused: "No, sir. We are just asking a few questions and we will go somewhere else later."

The female detective looked away from the room. She casually glanced at Aaron's face and hands, and asked in a relaxed tone: "Did Miss Crystal come here last night?"

Aaron thought for a while and shook his head: "No...no, I mean, I'm not sure."

He had worked as a scavenger and was very good at dealing with traces. He was sure that he had removed all traces of the woman in the house. But even so, he didn't completely deny it.

"What does this mean?" the male detective wondered.

"I got home at half past five last night. Because the magic troupe had something to repair, I went to the room to focus on repairing the props. It wasn't until after seven o'clock, probably when the evening news was playing, that I came out to have dinner with my wife... Was there anyone else during this period? After visiting, I don’t know, I can only confirm that it hasn’t happened since.”

Aaron could eliminate the physical evidence, but he was not sure that no one had seen her on her way here. He remembered that there was a neighbor nearby who liked to walk his dog at that time. If you directly insist that you have never been here, it will easily arouse suspicion.

After listening, the two detectives did not ask any further questions.

"The time of the phone call was about 4 p.m., were you outside at the time?" the female detective asked.

"I wasn't off work yet," Aaron replied.

The male detective wrote down this information with a distressed look on his face: "So, you don't know the content of their conversation... When will your wife come back?"

Aaron's hand hanging by his side twitched unconsciously.

"...She went for a pregnancy test. I don't know what time she will finish it." He said in a relaxed tone, "Do you two want to leave a phone number? When she comes back, I will ask her to call you."

The female agent glanced at him, nodded and said, "Okay, let her call the FBI New York branch directly, and the operator will transfer the call."

After the simple questioning, Aaron said goodbye to them and watched the two agents leave. He didn't close the door until he saw them getting into the car.

……

Inside an FBI-configured Chevrolet.

The young male detective who had just joined the branch scratched his hair. When he thought that the prisoner had not been caught and that there was even a new victim, he felt a heavy pressure on his shoulders.

"Let's go next..."

He wanted to ask the person next to him what to do next, but when he turned his head, he saw the other person's brows furrowing tightly.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"...something's wrong."

The head of the task force responsible for the serial murder of women in New York suddenly straightened up from the driver's seat. Her eyes looked directly at the closed door through the window.

There was a window next to the door, and the curtains were not drawn tightly, leaving a gap between the two sides. She keenly felt a pair of eyes peeking behind.

"The man's tone was abnormal when he mentioned that he was at home alone." She said firmly.

The young male detective stared at her in confusion: "Then do we have to go back and question him again?"

"……Do not."

The female agent looked straight ahead, while her brain quickly reviewed every detail of what had just happened, especially the other party's expression and hand movements.

As the car drove forward, she recalled the location of the second-floor window of the villa, drove in the opposite direction, turned a corner, and quickly stepped on the brakes after the villa disappeared from their sight.

"That man is very dangerous, we'd better call for backup."

The more experienced female agent said firmly, with obvious anxiety in her tone. She clearly knew the strength of herself and her colleagues, and did not blindly investigate or intercept on her own. She asked the male detective to contact the branch while dialing the mobile phone of a colleague. But as soon as she opened the address book, she stopped.

The male detective became anxious when he heard her saying that the other party was in danger. He quickly dialed the branch number and noticed that she stopped and was a little confused: "Who are you trying to contact?"

"Green Willow."

The female agent clutched her cell phone.

"I have a good relationship with him, and I know his abilities well. If those people at the headquarters hadn't asked him to leave in advance, I would definitely ask the branch director to let him join this investigation..."

The male detective fell silent when he thought that the other party was investigating another major case at this time and had set off early this morning.

The female agent also thought of this, sighed, and ultimately did not dial the number.

……

After the two FBI agents left, Aaron did not leave immediately.

He was packing his things and suddenly felt danger.

This is an intuition developed by people who have been wandering on the edge of danger and life and death for a long time. Sometimes it is more acute than the sense of sight and smell. He quickly reached the second floor, opened the curtains and looked outside.

There was nothing unusual about the street ahead, there were no pedestrians on the road, and the Chevrolet had already driven away.

Just as Aaron was about to breathe a sigh of relief, his ears suddenly caught a strange movement, causing his hand that wanted to put down the curtain to stop in mid-air.

He slowly and stiffly looked outside again, and this time he saw several black Chevrolets in the distance, heading straight in this direction!

"!!"

Aaron was shocked, and two different fears suddenly surged into his heart. He could hardly think calmly whether it was coming towards him, so he turned around and ran outside.

He quickly packed up his weapons, and when passing the master bedroom where the couple usually lived, he hesitated for a moment, and then walked into the house...

Two minutes later, Aaron rushed out of the villa alone.

He stepped on the lawn without a trace of weeds. As he walked through the flower beds, the flowers and leaves that were usually carefully maintained scraped against his skin, causing a pain somewhere in his body.

But the pain was insignificant.

Aaron escaped from the back. He was glad that his car was parked behind him. However, the moment he looked inside the car, he instantly turned to joy and surprise.

——Forgot the car keys.

He froze in place, not expecting that he would make such a mistake.

In the next second, a new turning point appeared, and an inconspicuous car drove towards this direction.

Aaron couldn't care less. The continuous stimulation had already made him lose his mind. At this moment, the idea of ​​​​escape occupied all his thoughts. He didn't think much about it. When the car stopped, he pointed the Beretta in his hand.

There were two people in the car. The driver was a white man, possibly of German descent, and in the back seat was an Asian teenager who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old.

They looked at him confused.

"you……"

The young man looked at the muzzle of the gun, and thousands of words seemed to flash across his face.

"Shut up! Don't move!"

Aaron yelled at them angrily.

……

Kudo Shinichi, male, sixteen years old.

After being pointed at guns by New York police on the first day and by FBI agents on the second day, he finally arrived at his third day in New York.

He was kidnapped by gunmen. (End of chapter)