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

Meanwhile, on the other side.

"Thank you very much for your assistance."

In another office building, the young public security police bowed to the chief of staff who was cooperating with their questioning, then left the room, gently closing the door when leaving.

He and the FBI agent who was traveling with him returned the same way, looked at the closed elevator door, and sighed in his heart.

They didn't get any important information this time. They only learned from the chief of staff the causes and consequences of Hunter being shot by his comrades.

The battle was nearing its end, and Bill Murphy had only a few bullets left. The nearest teammate was twenty meters behind him. At that moment, he suddenly noticed that in front of a half-collapsed building in front of him, someone was squatting next to a fallen enemy soldier and groping his body.

It was a dusty day and visibility was not high. He thought it was a comrade-in-arms checking the situation and did not pay much attention to it at first. It was not until the other party squatted there for several minutes without moving that he realized something was wrong.

If you want to check whether the enemy is dead or not, you can tell by looking at the wound or feeling the pulse, so you don't need to stay that long. If you want to loot equipment, the enemy will not care about the gun not far away.

Bill Murphy suspected that the man who fell was a comrade of the man who was squatting beside him, trying to find some commemorative items (such as photos of relatives and friends) on his body, so he shot him.

When the other person fell to the ground and other people rushed over not far away, he was shocked to realize that he had hit his comrade-in-arms. He immediately went to apologize to the chief of staff and the commander.

"..."

As the police recalled these new clues, their doubts grew instead of diminishing.

He had never been to the battlefield, but according to intelligence provided by the FBI, Hunter had participated in many battles before he was injured. Although he could not be called a veteran, he was also an experienced soldier. Why would he do such a thing on a battlefield that had not yet ended?
Who did he examine? What did he find?
And Bill Murphy, the scopes used in the US's official military operations are not smuggled goods. It's just that in dusty weather, we can't see clearly the clothes on our comrades, right?
Did he really shoot accidentally?

In addition, yesterday the FBI mentioned two other possible targets of Hunter's attack. As a result, after the meeting, an explosion occurred in Nerima District, and the fiancé who abandoned Hunter's sister was the only Japanese who died in the explosion.

His death not only further increased Hunter's suspicion, but also prompted the police to decide to increase their efforts to protect the last remaining person - Jack Waltz, who reported Hunter that year.

Yesterday they called to remind him, but Waltz didn't take it seriously and directly refused; today they came to Yokosuka Base, and the Metropolitan Police Department would directly send people to Beika Town for protection. Even if the other party was unwilling, the police would have to guard nearby...

The police kept thinking.

This was what his respected senior Zhu Fu taught him. Not only did he have to collect clues, but he also had to learn to think about the doubts in the clues and the corresponding arrangements for the follow-up. That was the key to investigation.

But perhaps because he didn't get enough rest last night, coupled with the nervousness of entering the military base, he felt his brain begin to throb and ache.

So he had to stop thinking temporarily, raised his hand to press his temple, and turned to look at the other person next to him.

The elevator car was quiet. The FBI agent named Akai Shuichi who came with him stood in front of the button with his hands in his pockets, his posture straight, and his long black hair draped behind him.

There was a mirror in the car, and at this moment, the face was clearly reflected on the clean mirror surface.

Seeing the two identical faces so close to him, and the pair of dark and cold green eyes, the young policeman's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"Is there something on my face?"

Akai Shuichi outside the mirror suddenly spoke.

He turned his head to look at him, and as he twisted his neck, the same face in the mirror disappeared.

The palpitations in the young policeman's heart also disappeared. He scratched his cheek: "No, uh... why do you ask?"

"You've seen me several times." Akai Shuichi said calmly, "I just arrived at the Metropolitan Police Department yesterday, after the meeting was temporarily over, and now."

The young public security officer was stunned for a moment, then showed an embarrassed expression: "Actually, I..." He paused, and said in a natural tone: "Did you know the senior who was in charge of taking care of me, Mr. Morobushi, in the past?" Akai Shuichi raised his eyebrows, he looked at the young public security officer, and then answered: "I worked with him in the past missions, he is a good person."

He answered the question but didn't reveal any details. He looked at the dark circles under the young policeman's eyes and the fatigue on his face. "I saw you covering your head just now. Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, no, this is an old problem of mine." The police officer replied awkwardly.

It is said to be an old problem, but in fact it is more like a sequelae.

Thirteen years ago, he encountered a serious accident in which his mother died, and he lost part of his memory due to the great shock.

It was also because of this that when he decided to join the Public Security Bureau, his father arranged for Zhu Fu Jingguang to be his predecessor, because this predecessor had a similar experience to him...

However, these were internal information of the public security department, and he certainly would not reveal them to the FBI agent in front of him, even if this agent knew Senior Zhu Fu or was even familiar with him.

Akai Shuichi glanced at him and didn't ask any further questions.

The elevator reached the first floor and they walked out of the elevator together. When they left the office building and returned to the parking lot, the young public security officer only saw Aoyagi Binguang leaning against a black Chevrolet smoking.

This FBI agent also had long black hair, but his eyes were not venomous green, but a soft and warm light brown.

The young public security officer, Daizo Eto, subconsciously wanted to ask where his predecessor had gone, but when he turned his sight, he saw that his predecessor was already sitting in the car.

Zhu Fu Jingguang was sitting in the driver's seat with a cell phone in his hand. He was not wearing a seat belt and seemed to be talking to someone on the phone. When he saw Eto Daizo looking at him, he nodded slightly to him.

Shuichi Akai also noticed that Keimitsu Morobushi was on the phone, but he didn't go up to disturb him. Instead, he walked over to Aoyagi Akimitsu and saw that he was smoking, so he took out one himself.

"Borrow a fire."

Qing Liu Bingguang leaned there with a relaxed expression, a thin cigarette between his fingers. He reached into his pocket, took out a golden lighter, and handed it over.

Shuichi Akai took it and turned it on. At this moment, he felt a faint layer of raised patterns on the outer shell of the lighter.

He spread his palms and looked down.

Separated by an invisible line, the two faces were flipped left and right like a mirror, and they looked exactly the same.

……

inside the car.

"…Humph, they are the ones who committed the crime, but it is Japan that is getting the spotlight and the pressure."

A dissatisfied male voice came from the other end of the phone.

Zhu Fu Jingguang smiled helplessly, and said in a slightly teasing tone: "You can't say that. The FBI is also working hard to investigate... By the way, Lei, I mean FBI agent Akai, he is here this time too. Do you want to meet him? In the past, you were competitors in the organization."

The other side, Furuya Rei, was speechless for a second: "Hiro, you should know that I hate that guy."

Zhu Fu Jingguang saw the person outside the window, stopped teasing his childhood sweetheart, and went straight to the point.

"Has the source of the bug been found?" (End of this chapter)