Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 142 Bringing back the FBI
The FBI agent sniffed hard for a few times, but before he could recover, he saw a dark shadow jumping onto the window sill out of the corner of his eye.

It's Shuichi Akai.

He climbed out of the window, disappeared outside the window for a moment, and then returned again, "Diagonally below is the bathroom on the fourth floor."

"Someone washed up inside not long ago and opened the window for ventilation, leaving only a slight smell of shower gel."

Finally, this shower gel smell will take some time to completely dissipate.

The colleague was stunned, "Wait, you,"

Have you broken into someone else's bathroom? !
Well, the FBI is a professional when it comes to home invasions, but it’s always like, ‘Open the door, FBI! 'They don't shout, they don't kick down the door, they don't hold a gun, they don't have any sense of ceremony, but they sneak in quietly, which is a bit unusual.

"That family below," my colleague recalled urgently and breathed a sigh of relief, "is a single man, okay, okay."

"It's Halloween today. You must have just taken a shower, right?"

And because the smell of peppermint shower gel was a bit overbearing upstairs and downstairs, it spread up.

Akai Shuichi neither confirmed nor denied. He twirled the fingers that had just touched the window sill, lowered his cold eyes, and the deepening of his lower eyelids temporarily reduced the visual effect, "Let's go to the third floor and take a look."

"By the way, knock on the door on the fourth floor and ask if anyone took a shower just now."

It’s not just when you get up in the morning, it’s still a bit hard to take a shower at noon.

But not without.

Upon receiving the FBI's door-to-door investigation, the residents on the fourth floor looked confused and nodded in panic, "Taking a shower? Yes."

"Yes, just now."

"Why? Well, I have a cat at home. She accidentally knocked over the coffee and poured it all over me. After changing clothes, it was still a little sticky, so I had to take a shower."

"Is there a smell of shower gel in the bathroom at that time?... Isn't it normal that there is a smell of shower gel in the bathroom?"

In the last half of the sentence, the resident asked cautiously and at a loss, and added uncertainly, "It doesn't smell very good, does it?"

"I was working overtime and was in a hurry to use the computer to process documents, so I didn't pay much attention."

"Open the window for some fresh air?"

The resident's tone became determined, "No."

It doesn't sound too suspicious.

So, when leaving the fourth floor and descending to the third floor via the elevator, my colleague concluded: "Because I was in a hurry to work overtime, I didn't take a normal bath, I just hurriedly rinsed the place where the coffee liquid touched, because it was a little sticky, so I used a little shower dew."

“There’s not a lot of shower gel, so the smell isn’t irritating.”

Very reasonable!
"Moreover, his facial expression told me that he was really panicked." He pointed to his face again, "He's not lying."

No matter how efficient it is in solving crimes, the FBI has adapted to solving crimes with high technology, including some psychology.

My colleague's analysis makes sense. The resident just now did not lie.

However, Akai Shuichi did not directly confirm or deny it. He only said: "Basic criminal common sense does not apply to cunning criminals."

Not for capable criminals.

And sadly, there will never be a shortage of capable people in the world who break the law.

If nothing else, Akai Shuichi was able to achieve the "cat touched the coffee cup" without being discovered by the residents.

...This is actually a bit too suspicious and suspicious.It's just that the guy with white hair and wolf tail whom he met downstairs was too dangerous, and Akai Shuichi was already in a state of high tension.

When the elevator door opened, he said: "No need to pretend to knock on the door with the excuse of property management, just come directly to the door in the name of the FBI."

Pretending to make various excuses to lower the suspect's vigilance is very useful, but it is useless for smart guys.

As soon as you enter an apartment where the FBI is concerned about a murder case, the 'property', 'repairman' or 'neighbor' will come to your door. As long as you are vigilant, you can easily know that the FBI is targeting you.

Don't pretend, just go over there openly and show the FBI's laxity, but it will make smart guys lower their vigilance.

"Oh oh oh, okay," the colleague nodded in agreement, then looked back in surprise, "?"

What, visiting with a disguised identity to lower the vigilance of the person who opens the door, isn't it a measure for some suspects who need to be arrested?What did the residents on the third floor do?

Didn't he just leave briefly for a while? What happened?
With this kind of confusion, he followed Akai Shuichi through two doors and accurately stopped in front of a door. He was even more confused: I, I was so precise. It seemed that I had inquired in advance.

Akai Shuichi knocked on the door.

His expression was indifferent, but he knocked on the door hurriedly, as if he was impatient, "Hello, FBI, we are here to inquire about a case. Please open the door and cooperate with the investigation."

There was no movement from the door immediately. It took more than ten seconds before a male response came, "Hey, okay, okay, hiss, I'll open it right now!"

About half a minute later, a blond man leaned down and opened the door.

He seemed to have suffered some injury to his knee and was walking with a slight limp, but that didn't matter.

The moment the door opened, Akai Shuichi grabbed the blond man, took him out, and dropped him to the ground. He gave a brief order, "Watch him."

It was quiet inside the door, without any movement or gunfire.

Akai Shuichi pressed against the wall, pushed open the door with his foot, waited quietly for a few seconds, then his expression changed, and he no longer worried about the prisoner's possible gun, and rushed in.

The colleague was scrambling to restrain the blond man.

The blond man cried out in pain, but did not struggle. Instead, he was moved to tears and reported, "He seems to be gone!"

"Half an hour ago, he said, 'I forgot to get something. Don't move around here. Kneel down and wait for me for a moment. I'll be back in a moment.' Then he left!"

At that time, the blond Inuo was kneeling on the floor of the study.

He knelt very honestly, with his back to the door, his forehead pressed against the edge of the table, and he heard the sound of the study door and bathroom door opening and closing.

At first, because he suspected that Mirai Ichijo would be back in a minute or two at most, he didn't dare to move. Later, he was afraid that Mirai Ichijo had already come back and was standing quietly behind him. Just waiting for him to make a move, he raised his gun and dropped it. After finishing him off, it would be even harder to move.

Until someone from the FBI knocked on the door.

Colleague: "What?"

He heard that the blond dog was being coerced, so he loosened his grip on the person, but before he could relax even half a moment, he heard Akai Shuichi's voice coming from inside the room, "We can take this criminal Mr. The FBI."

Akai Shuichi had already turned around and stopped in front of the sofa. He gestured to the clothes hanging on it and said succinctly, "There is blood."

There was a piece of children's clothing on the sofa, which was stained with blood. When he glanced at it, his colleague's expression changed slightly, and he decisively tightened the blond dog's tail, and directly strangled the other person's neck with his knee, "OK."

"This room," Akai Hide glanced around, "has the smell of mint."

"It smells like shower gel."

　Thanks to Mr. Galaxy Pan for the tip

　　
　
(End of this chapter)