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

The car that Suzuki Group used to pick up their second daughter was still the black Toyota Century from last time, and the driver was also the secretary Nishino who was fluent in several languages.

He sent the Mori father and daughter and Edogawa Conan to the downstairs of the detective agency and drove away quickly.

Kogoro Mouri stretched, walked to the mailbox on the first floor and looked inside. After making sure there was nothing inside, he walked up the stairs.

"Oh, this is really a very unpeaceful day." He couldn't help but complain.

Mao Lilan was also a little uneasy, but after all, she had lived in Tokyo for so many years and was vaguely accustomed to such a chaotic daily life. She quickly turned her attention back to her own life: "Dad, have you had dinner?"

"not yet."

Hearing this, Maori Kogoro stopped at the door of the second-floor office. He scratched his head and said, "You two probably haven't eaten yet, how about we go downstairs to Polo for a meal?"

"No, it's too expensive to eat out all the time." Mao Lilan refused without thinking, "I still have some vegetables left from the ones I bought yesterday. I'll make them now."

The high school girl who had been taking care of her family diligently for many years went straight to the third floor, leaving her father no room for rebuttal. Mouri Kogoro could only watch her leave.

Conan Edogawa subconsciously wanted to follow, but was grabbed by Kogoro Mouri.

"It will take her a while to cook. Don't disturb her. Just finish your homework here first."

Maori Kogoro said as he opened the door of his office and pressed the light switch beside the door. As the lights in the room came on, Edogawa Conan saw at a glance that the table was piled with beer cans and snack bags.

You don't have to guess that these were all left by a detective when he watched Yoko Okino's show.

Kogoro Mouri took out a garbage bag from the side and started to clean up the debris while muttering to himself. Conan Edogawa wanted to help but was driven away, so he had to sit on the sofa for receiving guests with his schoolbag and took out his homework.

Just as Conan Edogawa was about to open his first-grade math homework book, his cell phone suddenly vibrated.

[Xiao Ai said that you might have finished taking the statement and returned to Maori's house. Considering that it is inconvenient for you to make a phone call there, I sent the information I collected directly to you...]

It was an email from Dr. Agasa. Edogawa Conan's eyes lit up and he immediately started reading.

But when he saw the next line, his brows suddenly frowned.

He sent the email to Dr. Agasa asking for help after he accidentally overheard the meeting, so he mentioned the missing soldiers case at Yokosuka Base, hoping that the doctor would check it out, but in this reply email...

It does list some related cases, but there are too many of them.

Over the past few decades, there have been more than 6,000 cases committed by soldiers and their families, and this is just the data for Okinawa alone. There are not many cases at the Kanagawa Yokosuka base, but they are also shocking.

As a detective, Conan Edogawa occasionally encounters some disgusting cases that are difficult for ordinary people to accept. At such times, he has to suppress the emotions that will affect his rational judgment.

But after he calmed down and searched again, he still found nothing.

This is not surprising, after all, he learned about the soldiers by accident through eavesdropping. He only knew the crimes they committed but not their specific appearance.

Conan Edogawa sighed softly, put the case aside for the time being, and focused on watching the afternoon's explosion in the port area.

The explosion at the US Embassy was a major news and many media outlets reported it immediately.

The explosion took place in the parking lot inside the embassy. A car exploded. The Chinese ambassador to Japan was seriously injured and is still receiving treatment in the hospital. His son who was sitting in the passenger seat died on the spot.

In addition to them, some embassy staff who were also in the parking lot at the time and soldiers of the guard regiment on patrol suffered varying degrees of minor injuries.

Edogawa Conan browsed through the various information in the email and his expression became more solemn.

At the end of the last century, the US embassies in two African countries were attacked by car bombs, killing more than 200 people and injuring more than 5,000 people, shocking the world.

Although the number of casualties in this incident was not high, the nature of the incident has not yet been determined, whether it was an accident, a personal vendetta, or... a terrorist attack.

He pressed his thumb on the screen and slid gently. Soon the information reached the bottom and Conan Edogawa saw the information of the deceased. He was a little surprised at first that the media had dug out the information of the deceased so quickly - this was a close relative of a senior diplomat - but when he saw the specific example of the other party, he understood.

It turns out that the son of the deceased diplomat was also a soldier stationed in Japan. Conan Edogawa even remembers the crimes he committed.

Five years ago, a captain drove under the influence of alcohol and killed two Japanese.

Since this was not an "in-service case", it could be handled by the Japanese court. In the end, the court ordered the captain to pay $200 million in compensation and serve a three-year prison sentence. After serving two years in prison, he was transferred back to the United States to continue serving his sentence.

However, shortly after the captain was extradited back to the United States, the American media released the news of his release, saying it was good news, and the accompanying picture was a picture of him hugging his family and his smiling face.

If it were just that, the Japanese side might have tolerated it, but many members of Congress claimed that this was illegal detention of their soldiers and that paying such a large amount of compensation was extortion, and that the Japanese government and the families of the deceased should apologize to the unfortunate captain.

In the end, netizens from both countries were arguing with each other online, but the Japanese government did not say a word.

"..."

Conan Edogawa looked at the information that had scrolled to the last page with a frown on his face.

That captain was the son of the current minister. He dared to return to Japan openly after committing a crime... Of course, these are all later stories. The key issue now is -

The victim in this attack was also an American soldier who had committed a crime but was punished too lightly.

Did the criminal do it on purpose? Are they people who particularly hate the United States or these criminal soldiers?

But if that's true, then what about the sniper attack on Suzuki Tower? The person killed in that case was clearly a Japanese real estate agent...

"Dad, Conan! The meal is ready!"

The door of the office was pushed open, and the appearance of Mouri Ran interrupted Edogawa Conan's thoughts.

He came to his senses, looked at the cell phone and the unwritten homework spread out on the table, quickly put them all away, and stuffed them all into his schoolbag.

"Come here!"

Edogawa Conan picked up his schoolbag again, and followed Mouri Ran upstairs with Mouri Kogoro.

He could smell the fragrance of food from afar, but it did not comfort his hungry stomach. Now his mind was full of this suspected attack on mold.

He knew that this series of cases would be very difficult to handle. Involving foreigners was troublesome enough and would attract more attention, not to mention that the identities of those people were so special.

and……

Conan Edogawa thought of the familiar male voice he heard during the eavesdropping.

The bomb attack on the embassy is a big deal in itself. Will the United States send people to participate in the investigation?
……

at the same time.

Washington National Airport, USA.

There was a ray of light in the sky. It was already morning in Washington, which was fourteen time zones away from Japan.

"Xiu, it's time for us to board the plane."

Judy Stelling, who was woken up by a phone call a few hours ago, covered her mouth, yawned softly, and knocked on the door of the smoking room.

Akai Shuichi, who came here to smoke a cigarette, extinguished the cigarette butt, opened the door of the smoking room, and strode out. (End of this chapter)