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

Back to morning.

The only ones driving today were Kudo Yukiko and Kudo Shinichi - Aoyagi Binguang was called back to the FBI to work overtime, and Mao Lilan would not be able to arrive in New York until tomorrow evening.

"I have already bought the tickets. The game is in four days. Let's go today..."

Kudo Yukiko's voice was still full of energy. The events of the previous two days had little impact on her. In contrast, Kudo Shinichi in the co-pilot seemed less interested.

He rested his chin on his hand and stared out the window. He didn't listen carefully to how his mother planned today's schedule. All he thought about was the FBI serial murder case.

After encountering the corpse in the parking lot on the first day, he started searching for news as soon as he returned to the hotel. Many media followed and reported the case. He soon learned the identities and causes of death of many deceased people.

While in Japan, Kudo Shinichi encountered some cases, including serial killings or extremely cruel methods, but none of them targeted the police or other public officials. It has caused great panic among the people.

Who did it? Killing so many people one after another, and even brazenly leaving clues to the next scene at the scene, shows that the murderer is not afraid of the FBI or even the United States behind his back.

In addition to his disgust for the murderer and his sympathy for the victim, Kudo Shinichi's case itself also aroused strong curiosity and desire to explore.

It would be nice if I could contact Mr. Aoyagi... However, judging from his attitude the day before yesterday, even if he knew the inside story of the case, he would not disclose it to unrelated people...

Kudo Shinichi sighed at the thought and looked out at the street again.

At this time, he saw a wolf walking by the street.

"Little new……"

"...Shinichi!!?"

The sudden increase in volume made Kudo Shinichi jump out of his wits. He sat up straight, grabbed his seat belt and looked at Kudo Yukiko.

"What's wrong? Why are you so loud all of a sudden?"

Kudo Yukiko rolled her half-moon eyes and looked at him: "Are you distracted just now? I've been asking you what you want to eat for lunch, why didn't you answer me?"

"Well... uh, just go to the restaurant you booked. There was another case yesterday and we missed it again." Kudo Shinichi said quickly.

"Okay, let's go there."

The car drove forward steadily. New York is indeed an international city. It is as lively and noisy as Tokyo, but at the same time it presents a different style. From a distance, it is full of high-rise buildings.

"Shinichi, do you want to move to the United States? You are not yet an adult after all. It is not good for you to stay alone in Japan." Yukiko Kudo said.

Kudo Shinichi didn't even think about it and refused on the spot: "You've asked me several times - I don't want it. I'm not a child, so I don't need to stay under your supervision every day."

"But the security in Japan has not been very good in recent years." Kudo Yukiko frowned, "You have encountered it several times in a row, haven't you? I remember that there was an explosion in another police station last year..."

Kudo Shinichi corrected: "It's not the regional police station, it's the National Police Agency. It is said that several police officers died."

When she heard it was the Police Department, Kudo Yukiko was startled: "Is it a terrorist attack? Has the prisoner been caught?"

"No."

Kudo Shinichi recalled last year's news: "This incident was a big deal. In order to arrest the suspect as soon as possible, the National Police Agency rarely disclosed the suspect's image data to the public, but there were no clues at all."

Hearing the image, Kudo Yukiko remembered it completely: "You mean that..."

Before she could finish her words, the front of the car seemed to hit something. She was startled and slammed on the brakes. The wheels made a sharp squeaking sound and quickly stopped.

Kudo Shinichi rushed forward and was restrained by the seat belt in time. Fortunately, the speed of the car was not fast, so the sudden braking did not cause any damage to them.

When he looked forward, he saw that the collision with them was another vehicle. They were crossing an intersection, and the car happened to come down the ramp on the right, and the two sides collided with each other.

There were no other vehicles around. Kudo Yukiko immediately unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car, running to ask about the other driver. Kudo Shinichi also got out of the car and followed her.

When they saw clearly what was going on inside the car, their expressions changed greatly——

The driver was a young woman, her head lowered and motionless, and her clothes were stained with a large amount of dark blood.

Kudo Yukiko was stunned. When Kudo Shinichi saw the car window half-open, he immediately put his hand in and felt her pulse. He then took a closer look at her abdomen, and his expression became even more ugly.

"Call the police quickly! There is a stab wound on her abdomen!"...

The two called 911, and New York police arrived at the scene.

What surprised Kudo Shinichi was that after the police confirmed the basic situation to them ("Why is it you again, boy?"), the FBI also arrived quickly and took over the scene.

They were taken to the FBI's New York branch to take notes.

Kudo Shinichi was not the driver involved and quickly completed the transcript work. He didn't stay in the reception room all the time. He slipped out curiously and wanted to see the FBI's real case handling process.

Since the deceased woman had her driver's license and Social Security card on her person, the FBI quickly determined her identity and whereabouts yesterday, and conducted an interview as soon as possible.

Kudo Arata didn't understand until then that the police suspected that the deceased was a new victim of another series of serial murders of women in New York, so they immediately notified the FBI responsible for the case.

He saw most of the information on this case in the hands of a detective he met yesterday - the other party may have felt embarrassed to point a gun at him, so he readily showed it to him.

"The murderer is an Asian male with long white hair tied up. He is in his forties. He was wearing a brown jacket and a light purple shirt when he escaped. He had a gun and a silencer..."

Kudo Shinichi looked at the wanted notice that had been posted, and the man on it looked at him ferociously.

He looked away indifferently and tentatively asked the agent beside him: "Agent Kamel, since a wanted order has been issued, is there no news at all in the past few days?"

Kudo Shinichi spoke in Japanese, which the other party could understand.

Agent Kamel scratched his cheek: "I don't know. I have been at the headquarters before and I don't know the progress of the case in this branch."

Kudo Shinichi was surprised: "Headquarters?"

"I am an agent from the headquarters, and I came to New York for the FBI serial murder case." Kamel said this and sighed, "Because Akai said that I was mentally unstable and could not investigate the case properly, so I was asked to stay in the branch as much as possible. …”

Due to yesterday's experience, Kudo Shinichi knew that Akai was the tall Japanese man. Although he has long hair like Aoyagi Binguang, his temperament is completely opposite, and he is not easy to mess with at first glance.

He instinctively wanted to ask something about the FBI case, but the photo on the file in his hand suddenly made him feel a little strange.

"No..." Kudo Shinichi muttered.

"What's wrong?"

"In this case of serial murder of young women, the deceased died of gunshot or stabbing. From the perspective of stabbing, the murderer used his right hand. He was right-handed."

"In today's case, the murderer stabbed the deceased with a knife in his left hand. He is left-handed, or has high flexibility with his left hand. It does not match the characteristics of the previous murderer."

Kamel thought for a while and said: "That may be an ordinary criminal case, which can be transferred to the New York Police Department."

"..."

Kudo Shinichi frowned.

Not only that, he had many questions in his heart: For example, there was no one else in the car at the time, and the driver was dead. How did the car start and collide with them? Is there any special mechanism created? But when the police checked, there were no props inside.

For some reason, the back of the wolf on the street flashed through his mind.

Before Kudo Shinichi could think through his thoughts carefully, the detective who went to the victim's friend's house to inquire about the situation suddenly sent back news - the friend's husband was suspected, and he hoped that the branch could send someone to support him!
Currently, the branch is short of manpower, and many have been transferred to investigate FBI murder cases. Kamel, who was originally going to stay in the branch, offered to help.

Just as he was about to set off, Kudo Shinichi stopped him.

"Agent Kamel, can I... go take a look together?"

……

Time returns to the present.

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In the car, Aoyagi Binguang and Akai Shuichi fell into silence together after hearing what happened. (End of chapter)