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

"Come, Dadi, let me help you turn over and wipe your body..."

In a hospital in Kanagawa, a middle-aged woman and her husband stood beside a hospital bed. The man said sorry to the bed next to him and pulled up the curtain. She carefully lifted the quilt.

Lying on the hospital bed was a young man who looked to be less than 20 years old. He moved his neck and gave them a dry smile.

He let his parents carefully take off his clothes and turn his body over. He did not move during the whole process.

"Put the basin further away. Be careful not to bump into it if you put it so close."

"Let me help him wipe it. Such a big boy would feel embarrassed if his mother saw his body again."

"Let me feed him lunch later. You fed him so much yesterday that it got all over his clothes."

"The urine bag is almost full. I have to call the nurse over..."

In order to avoid disturbing other patients in the ward, they spoke in low voices, but their hands moved very quickly and skillfully.

The young man was taken care of with great care. He lay on his side and watched them work on him.

In the close field of vision, he saw the graying hair on his mother's temples, the deep wrinkles on his father's forehead, and the fatigue on their faces.

"..."

His lips moved and his eyes became bright, but no sound came out of his throat.

A few minutes later, the curtains around them were opened again, and the sunlight shone in again, casting a warm glow on this ordinary family of three.

"Dong dong."

There was a sudden knock on the door.

Everyone in the ward looked over curiously, including the middle-aged couple who had just helped their son wipe his body.

I saw the nurse in charge of this ward standing at the door. She was the one who knocked on the door just now. Next to her was a young man in a suit and tie, looking very elite.

Ignoring the gazes of these people, the young man walked up to the stunned middle-aged couple, took out an ID from his pocket, and spread it out to show them.

The cherry blossom emblem sparkled in the sunlight.

"——The Metropolitan Police Department is investigating the case. I hope you will cooperate with the investigation."

……

"Iwami Daichi, male, 18 years old, a freshman at the National Defense University of Japan."

"Two months ago, I had a conflict with a drunken American soldier named Ray Dove in a local izakaya. During the argument, he shot me in the back. The bullet hit my spine, and I am completely paralyzed from the chest down."

"He is the only son in the family, with no brothers or sisters, and his parents had an obvious motive for committing the crime."

"But during the time when Rei Dove disappeared, the Iwami couple had been taking care of their son in the hospital. This can be proven by the patients and medical staff in the same ward, and there are also surveillance cameras in the hospital."

"I think they can basically be cleared of suspicion."

In a car outside the hospital, Zhu Fu Jingguang was sitting in the driver's seat. He listened to the report from the other end of the headset without any change in his expression.

"It's OK." He said, "Eto, come back."

"Okay, Senior Zhufu."

The call was quickly disconnected, and Zhu Fujingguang also pressed the headset. Only then did he sigh softly.

The embassy explosion that occurred yesterday attracted great attention from the top leaders. After the minister died after failed rescue efforts, the US side directly classified it as a terrorist attack and investigated it together with the missing US soldiers.

Ordinary detectives from the Metropolitan Police Department were mobilized, and their public security police also participated in the investigation.

Generally speaking, the disappearance of female children may involve human trafficking, while the passive disappearance of adult males can basically be directly determined as a criminal case.

Solving a real crime is not like solving a case with a flash of inspiration like the detectives in TV dramas. In addition to collecting traces at the scene, the victim's interpersonal relationships, relatives, friends and especially enemies must be carefully investigated and questioned one by one.

——However, this is the most embarrassing part of this case.

Zhu Fu Jingguang was thinking when the door next to him suddenly opened. He looked up alertly and saw a familiar figure sitting in.

"Senior Zhufu, I'm back."

The younger police officer who had attended the meeting with him yesterday and had just gone up to question the relevant personnel called out to him, fastened his seat belt, and looked at him.

Zhu Fu Jingguang was not in a hurry to drive. He carefully looked at the expression of this junior and saw a trace of entanglement and discomfort on his face.

"Not used to it?" he asked.

The younger public security officer was silent for several seconds, then nodded.

“…Yes.” The younger generation clenched his fists, holding the phone tightly in his hand, his eyes fixed on the phone: “The relatives are very excited.”

He was as stiff as a stone.

Zhu Fu Jingguang saw his reaction clearly and felt helpless.

If it was an ordinary soldier, it would be nothing for the Japanese police to actively help visit and investigate in order to avoid causing diplomatic problems.

But it just so happened that those who disappeared this time had all committed crimes here. The people who could be classified as enemies in their interpersonal relationships were all victims and relatives of those incidents.

As Japanese public security officers, they are supposed to protect their country and people, but now they have to run around for a group of foreigners whom they cannot punish, and treat their own citizens who have been harmed as major suspects and investigate them one by one.

Zhu Fujingguang, who had been an undercover agent and had excellent psychological qualities, felt a little uneasy, not to mention the suspected person and the younger generation around him who graduated from the police academy this year and just joined the Ministry of Public Security. They must be feeling even worse.

and……

Zhu Fujingguang remembered what his boss said when he entrusted him to his care, and sighed secretly again.

"The morning investigation is over. Let's go back to the Metropolitan Police Department."

He changed the subject directly, and seeing that his junior remained silent and did not object, he started the car and quickly left the hospital.

……

An hour later, the car arrived at the Metropolitan Police Department.

"The others will be back soon. When the police and the public security department work together on a case like this, the public security department must first gather internal intelligence and then ask the Investigation Section about the situation on their side. They cannot proactively disclose information..."

Zhu Fujingguang patiently taught the younger generation the code of conduct for public security, while unbuckling his seat belt.

"I understand, Senior. I won't act on my own."

The younger generation said this seriously, he raised his head and glanced out the window, then suddenly stopped and his eyes widened.

Zhu Fujingguang noticed his pause and immediately looked over: "What's wrong?"

Following his line of sight, Zhu Fujingguang saw several foreigners in suits walking towards the entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department outside the window.

There were both men and women in the group, with different skin colors. Among them was Aoyagi Akimitsu, whom I met at the meeting yesterday. He was talking to a long-haired man wearing a knitted hat next to him.

The long-haired man looked very familiar, and the iconic knitted hat made Zhu Fu Jingguang recognize him at a glance.

Zhu Fu Jingguang suddenly felt complicated.

"They are from the FBI," he began to explain to his juniors, "This case is quite serious and requires cooperation between the two countries to investigate together."

"That's it..."

The younger generation muttered to himself, his eyes still fixed on the foreigners. It was unknown whether he remembered something, but his brows were slightly furrowed.

……

The entrance to the Metropolitan Police Department.

After arriving in Japan, Shuichi Akai rushed to the Metropolitan Police Department without stopping. He was keenly aware of a pair of gazes looking at him from behind.

He turned around and found a car parked not far away. His eyesight was very good, and he could see the two people sitting in the front seat through the transparent front window.

Scotland?
Shuichi Akai quickly recognized the person sitting in the driver's seat.

The short-haired young man who used to be an undercover agent in the organization met his gaze, and the two men, both good snipers, stared at each other from a distance.

Something in Shuichi Akai's heart suddenly relaxed a little.

He hadn't heard any news from Scotland in the past two years, and he was very happy that the undercover Japanese public security officer was still alive.

It was really not in line with his character to enthusiastically rush over to recognize each other, ask about the other person's situation, and mention that he had helped him in the past, so Shuichi Akai just nodded as a greeting.

He calmly withdrew his gaze, and at this moment he suddenly discovered that Aoyagi Binguang beside him was also looking at that place.

"What's wrong?" asked Shuichi Akai.

Qing Liu Bingguang looked at the car parked on the side of the road with a thoughtful expression: "Are the people in the car over there staring at this place? I can feel their gaze."

Akai Shuichi relaxed again and explained in a low voice: "There's someone I've met in the past, he might have recognized me."

"That's it."

Qing Liu Bingguang smiled lightly, and looked away as if nothing had happened, no longer paying attention to this topic. (End of this chapter)