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

With the arrival of the police, the entire tenth floor of the hotel was blocked off. The police temporarily requisitioned a conference room on the same floor as a temporary interrogation room, and relevant personnel were called in for questioning one by one.

Furiya Rei did not participate in the interrogation for the time being. He stayed in the bedroom of the deceased's room, wearing gloves and typing on the laptop left by the deceased.

Occasionally, Osaka police would pass by the door. They would stop to glance at his back, looking somewhat uncomfortable, and then continue their on-site investigation.

Furiya Rei ignored their attitude and patiently operated the computer in front of him. Looking at the slowly cracking folder, he frowned slightly.

"Mr. Furuya."

Hearing his subordinates' voices, Furuya Rei continued working without even raising his head: "What did Mayor Matsui and Chairman Suzuki say?"

"The mayor has contacted his secretary, but..." Feng Jianyu was a little embarrassed, "He said that the mayor has already announced his schedule to the media. If he goes back on his word, it will easily affect the mayor's image."

"As for Chairman Suzuki, he has not yet decided. The chairman himself is willing to postpone it, but the other members of the board are not happy about it. They are discussing it..."

The number of criminal cases in Japan has increased in recent years. In order to reduce the impact on others, only accidents with serious consequences such as explosions and fires will be forced to cancel activities, but not ordinary homicide cases.

For example, if a poisoning incident occurs in a restaurant, after the police carry away the body and take the criminal away, the restaurant staff will clean up and tidy up, and they will be able to resume business in an hour, and the customers will not care too much.

Besides, it is hard to say whether the death of the deceased is related to the museum or the Suzuki Group, and others will not stop the activities that have been warming up for so long for this.

Furiya Rei had expected this to happen. He turned around to look at his subordinate and noticed the evidence bag in his hand: "Is that the deceased's stuff?"

Yuya Kazami held up the bag. "Yes, several other guests saw him taking pictures with this, but the memory card inside is missing, and his phone is also not found."

"In addition, the Osaka Prefectural Police checked the hotel's surveillance and found that the surveillance cameras on other floors were all normal, only the surveillance cameras in the elevator and on the tenth floor were broken."

Having said that, Kazami Yuya glanced at Furuya Rei's expression and asked in a voice that only they could hear.

"Mr. Furuya, could his death be related to those people we investigated before?"

"..."

Furiya Rei's brows furrowed even more tightly.

……

As an intelligence agency, the public security department is not only responsible for investigating people or criminal organizations that endanger national security, but also pays attention to suspicious foreigners and local citizens who have suspicious contacts with foreign countries.

For example, Hanchuan Long, he is one of the targets of the public security recently.

He was originally a war correspondent. When the war broke out in the Middle East a few years ago, he was sent to the front line. The photo he took at that time, "Children in the Ruins", won an international photography award.

After that, he chose to resign and became a freelancer. In the past few years, he has been traveling back and forth in Japan and has become somewhat famous in the industry.

The public security department noticed him because he had recently written an online report about the Maritime Self-Defense Force and took many photos of the interior of warships.

Not only that, the police discovered that several years ago, there were large financial transactions between Hanchuan Long's account and several Russian bank accounts. The amount was so high that it far exceeded the remuneration range of an ordinary photographer.

How could we not investigate such a suspicious guy?

Furugaya Rei, who had reviewed the information about Kamikawa Ryu in his mind, faced the gaze of his subordinates and asked another question: "How is the investigation going over there?"

"I have basically questioned several other residents on this floor and checked their rooms, skipping the Russian secretary and Mr. Aoyagi Akimitsu."

Furiya Rei didn't say anything, just nodded.

Hanchuan Long was suspected of selling information to unknown foreign forces and was now shot dead by unknown persons. Among the people he was traveling with this time were two diplomats from other countries. Was this just a coincidence? Did Hanchuan Long offend other assassins? Or was his death really related to the forces he sold the information to?
We must not jump to conclusions in this case. Although attaché and third-level secretary are lower-ranking diplomatic positions, one is backed by the United States and the other is Russia. If we make a mistake, it can easily cause a diplomatic accident.

When Fūya Rei thought of this, he was about to tell Kazami Yuya something, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a small figure passing by the door out of the corner of his eye.

He was stunned, told Feng Jianyuya to keep an eye on the computer, and walked out.

"........."

Furuya Rei looked at Edogawa Conan, who was kneeling beside the sofa with his hand reaching down, then looked at the policeman next to him who seemed to have not noticed the child at all, and fell silent.

He had just seen this kid, and he seemed to be an acquaintance of Aoyagi Binguang. When the police came over, he hid behind Aoyagi Binguang's legs.

At the time, I thought that Furuya Rei was just a timid child, but... Let's not talk about the fact that the guardian didn't keep an eye on the child and let him run into the crime scene. What happened to the police officers nearby? Why didn't any of them notice his actions? Is this how they act as police officers?
From the time he was in the police academy to now, except for the time when he was an undercover agent, Rei Furuya has been an upright and strict person. He walked straight towards Conan Edogawa.

"Little friend, this is not a place for you to play around."

Edogawa Conan shuddered and turned to look at Furuya Rei.

When he saw it was him, the seven-year-old student's eyes suddenly widened and his mouth moved, as if he subconsciously wanted to shout something.

But in the end, no one shouted it out.

Rei Furuya keenly captured this strange pause.

"sorry."

Edogawa Conan stood up from the floor and bowed his head to admit his mistake to Furuya Zero.

Furiya Rei's expression eased a little: "Did you find something down there?"

Edogawa Conan nodded immediately and pointed to where he had just been lying: "I saw a cell phone dropped down there, close to the inside, out of my reach."

After saying that, he pointed to the door again.

"There's blood on the door handle on the inside when I came in. It looks like someone opened the door with a bloody hand. There should be fingerprints. I don't know if they were left by the deceased or the murderer. You can check it out."

"besides……"

Furiya Rei listened silently.

The more he listened, the silenter he became, until the last sentence, when he could no longer endure it and looked at the other forensic police officers present.

The police nowadays are becoming more and more corrupt. There are obviously many key physical evidences at the scene, but they can't find many of them. On the contrary, the detectives can always find them accurately and catch the murderer before them based on those evidences.

Not only the police in Tokyo, but also in Osaka and perhaps other areas, are like this!

but……

Furiya Rei looked back at Edogawa Conan, who was as short as his waist.

He looks like he is only in primary school, but he was able to discover so many traces at the scene. This kid is not simple.

Out of professional instinct, Rei Furuya began to observe Conan Edogawa. He stared at the face seriously through the thick black-framed glasses.

For some reason, he felt that this face looked familiar. (End of this chapter)