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

The bombing of the embassy was a very serious and egregious incident, which could easily become a diplomatic incident. In order to find out the truth as quickly as possible, the US decided to send several FBI agents.

At 13:21 PM Tokyo time, the FBI agents arrived at the Metropolitan Police Department. Since the two countries had already agreed yesterday to conduct a joint investigation, they gathered in the conference room half an hour later.

Many police officers were still out investigating and couldn't get back for the time being, so this time only a few detectives from the First Investigation Division, the Metropolitan Police Department's public security officers, and FBI agents were involved.

Since this was only an impromptu meeting, the seating arrangement was not as particular as yesterday's. The Metropolitan Police Department detectives and public security officers sat together on the left side of the long table, and the FBI sat on the right side.

Morofushi Kagemitsu's position was very delicate. On his right sat a junior whom his boss had specifically instructed him to take good care of, and on his left sat Matsuda Jinpei, who accidentally became a junction between the Japanese police and the public security.

And Rye Whiskey, the FBI agent whose real name is Shuichi Akai, was sitting right across from him.

Under normal circumstances, Matsuda Jinpei, who rarely met Fushige Kagemitsu and even more rarely worked with him on a case, might have made some jokes, but now they were in no mood for that.

At this moment, everyone's eyes in the conference room were focused on the whiteboard in front of the conference table.

"In fact, the FBI has already identified a suspect."

A single stone caused a thousand ripples. The blonde female agent wearing glasses stood in front of the whiteboard with a serious expression. Without much nonsense, she took the paper documents out of the file bag and directly picked out a photo.

She put the photo on the whiteboard and Zhu Fu Jingguang turned his head to look at it.

"Timothy Hunter, former US Navy Special Forces, Navy SEAL soldier, now retired."

The photo shows a thin-faced, blond white man with a very short buzz cut.

When Zhu Fu Jingguang saw the face clearly, he was stunned for a moment.

The junior sitting next to him moved even more vigorously, leaning forward slightly, touching him quietly with his hand, and whispered, "Senior, I remember this person is..."

Morofushi Keimitsu was unmoved, but Matsuda Jinpei noticed their movements. Aoyagi Akimitsu, who was sitting opposite and next to Akai Shuichi, also seemed to glance in their direction.

Judy on the stage didn't notice the little movement below and continued, "During his service, he was a sniper. He shined in the battlefields of the Middle East a few years ago. In one battle, he killed 79 enemy soldiers in a row and was awarded the Silver Star Medal."

Hearing about killing so many people at once, Takagi Wataru, who was the most generous among the people present, looked a little reluctant and asked, "Silver Star Medal?"

"This is a universal cross-service award. No matter what position you hold in the army, even if you are just a nurse in logistics, as long as you perform well in combat, you can be awarded."

Aoyagi Binkou began to explain.

"Yes." Judy nodded. "Hunter fought bravely and was awarded a medal. But not long after, an army captain accused him of shooting civilians, which clearly violated the rules of war. In addition, a war correspondent from Japan released photos taken on the battlefield, which caused a sensation in the United States. Under such pressure, the military decided to cancel the medal."

A war correspondent from Japan.

Zhu Fu Jingguang instantly remembered who she was talking about.

——Ryu Kankawa, the war correspondent who sold a TV station the other day, took the award-winning photo “Children in the Ruins” on the battlefield in the Middle East a few years ago.

Moreover, the reporter who took the photo was unfortunately killed by the American wanted criminal Scott not long ago...

Such a delicate moment in time made Zhu Fu Jingguang uncontrollably frown.

"The photo and the rumor of shooting civilians caused Hunter to be caught in a public opinion storm. Coupled with the media hype, his comrades began to exclude him. Perhaps due to his unbalanced mentality, he was in poor condition after returning to the battlefield. In a battle, he was shot in the head from behind. The operation saved his life, but he retired because of this."

Judy sighed imperceptibly, with a hint of sympathy between her brows. "Although he survived, he also suffered from severe post-traumatic stress disorder. He became very sensitive to the sounds of cars, lamas, and firecrackers. For this reason, he moved from the city to the countryside with his wife and sister."

"But his misfortunes were not over yet. The reporters who had previously hyped up his shooting of civilians kept hounding his family. His investments failed and he lost most of his fortune. His wife began taking psychiatric drugs due to excessive stress and unfortunately died after an overdose. His sister's fiancé also chose to cancel the marriage at that time, causing his sister to shoot herself in the car..."

After hearing this long story of misfortune, everyone present had different expressions.

Matsuda Jinpei suddenly sat up straight, his hands on the table clenched into fists, and asked a very straightforward and crucial question -

"So did he shoot civilians on the battlefield?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang noticed his sharp emotions and fell silent.

He remembered that Matsuda's father was a boxer who was mistakenly arrested by the police as the murderer of a case, causing him to miss an important match.

Even after the police caught the real murderer, his father's reputation was never cleared. Even when he was in elementary school, some people called him "the son of a murderer"...

Judy didn't expect anyone to care about this, and was a little confused for a moment. Then she looked at Robert Otto, who had served in the Navy SEALs, and Aoyagi Akimitsu, whose family was said to have good relations with the military.

"...I don't know."

Robert Otto looked at the dog tag on his wrist and was silent for a few seconds before speaking.

"I was also in the Middle East at the time, I was one of the frontline fighters, I even fought alongside Hunter... At that time, only the Army captain and his men came forward to accuse him of shooting civilians, no one else saw it."

Matsuda Jinpei raised the corner of his mouth, and Morobushi Kagemitsu realized that he might say something unpleasant, so he quickly pulled him down.

The person who was pulling Matsuda Jinpei at the same time might also be Sato Miwako who was sitting on the other side of him. He was being pulled by both sides at the same time and had to suppress his dissatisfaction.

"His experience is indeed unfortunate." Zhu Fujingguang let go of his hand and asked his own question, "Why did the FBI determine that he is a major suspect?"

Hearing him bring the subject back, Judy secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then she took out two other photos and pasted them below Hunter's photo.

"Three weeks ago, a shooting occurred in Seattle, and newspaper reporter Brian Woods was killed on the spot. He was the reporter who pursued the Hunter family at the time. He wrote several reports and accumulated considerable popularity on social networks."

As she spoke, she moved aside.

Everyone present saw the slightly plump deceased, and in another photo next to him was a Go piece that was half painted red.

It fell in the middle of a pool of blood, with the dead man's wide-open eyes facing it. The whole scene was extremely weird.

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Meanwhile, in another corner of Tokyo.

"Clap."

In a small living room, the sound of chess pieces falling could be clearly heard.

Aoyagi Binkou sat on a single sofa, supporting his chin with one hand and twisting a chess piece with the other.

He looked at the two black pieces entangled on the chessboard, almost indistinguishable from each other, with a calm expression, but he did not make the next move. (End of this chapter)