Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 143 Criminal Consultant
"Name."

"Dog, ah no, Smith!"

"Okay, Smith, tell me what happened."

In the FBI interrogation room, the dazzling incandescent lights were on, and the blond dogtail sat timidly behind the table, with his hands and feet restrained.

In front of the table are three FBI investigators.

Two were responsible for interrogating, and one was responsible for supervising and videotaping the entire process.

One of the interrogators was also responsible for taking confessions, but he was actually a minor person. The main person who only had to concentrate on interrogation was a young blond woman.

Her hair is not long, it is a very short male hairstyle, and she wears black-rimmed glasses. When she first introduced herself, she said her name was 'Judy'.

Judy looked very nonchalant, somewhat blaming her colleagues for adding more work to her: Tsk, he's just a guy with a damn quirk. He can just kill him when he finds an opportunity, but he has to be brought back to the bureau to increase his workload.

This...Whether the New York Police would be like this, the blond Inuo was not sure.

But the FBI has a very bad reputation, worse than the reputation of a rabid dog.

Many people would rather face a mad dog than face the FBI. In this situation where everyone is afraid and slandered, the blond Inuo does not dare to believe that the young blond FBI is deceiving him, and can only panic. Be honest.

"Well, I went online and saw a child's request for help..."

Judy adjusted her sitting position and moved her brows impatiently.

The blond Inutail immediately corrected himself to a more objective approach, "I finally had a holiday and wanted to have some fun, so I searched for prey online and found one through identification. So I couldn't wait to meet and found that I was the prey!"

"That guy is a dangerous person. He has definitely killed a lot of people. I have come into contact with guys with blood on their hands. I can feel it, really!"

Judy: "Describe the specific appearance of the other person."

"White hair? Silver hair?" The blond Inutail tried to remember, "When he faced me, he didn't cover his face at all. You should know what a dangerous signal this means. I kept my head lowered and didn't dare to really look. His face."

"but……"

"Underage."

He said firmly: "When we first met, when I was lying on the ground unable to struggle, he lowered his head and smiled at me. He looked very young. I can be sure that he must be a minor."

"About high school? A little younger than a high school student, and taller than me."

There are differences between different races. In New York, junior high school students can easily look taller and taller, and can even roughly disguise themselves as adults without any sense of disobedience.

They also generally age more easily.

In Tokyo, it is common for staff who have graduated one or two years ago to have their IDs checked to see if they are adults and whether they are pretending to be adults when entering or leaving a bar.

They are generally easy to grow.

If he were shorter, a 30-year-old Tokyoite might even be considered a minor by New Yorkers without a second thought.

This is the difference between races.

Especially the less sharp appearance will deepen this difference, of course, this does not include Shuichi Akai.

He raised his eyes and stared at the visitor coldly. Anyone with a little bit of brains could quickly tell from his aura: this was an adult and very capable FBI investigator.

Akai Shuichi has met the target person and has relayed to Judy the key information that he 'is Asian'.

When she heard that she was underage, her expression didn't change and she didn't even raise her eyes. "Asians are smaller."

"Go on, tell me the distinguishing features."

"Well," the blond Inuo said without hesitation, "loves to laugh."

"He was smiling almost all the time. It was not a sneer or a wanton laugh. It was the kind of smile that a person in a good mood would have when he was amusing himself and being alone."

"If I saw it on the street, even though I'm not interested in high school students," he affirmed, "I would still subconsciously take a second look."

Because it is harmless and gentle.

But when this kind of smile appears on a gangster who has easily subdued him and exudes an aura of not taking human life seriously, it becomes very creepy.and, “Is he Asian?”

The blond Inuo asked first before expressing his opinion, "He should have just come to New York recently, but he should have lived in other states before."

Instead of living in Asia.

"I heard it from the accent."

And, "Is he, is he a police officer? Or a former FBI investigator?"

The blond Inuo endured this question for a long time before tentatively asking it.

Judy raised her eyes calmly, "Oh?"

"It seems that this silver-haired gentleman has caused you some misunderstanding."

Literally speaking, it was a denial, but Judy's tone was deliberately subtler and somewhat noncommittal, turning the denial into an ambiguity, allowing the blond dogtail to say more.

"He looks a lot like an FBI investigator," the blond Inuo said proactively, "It's not that tough style, it's..."

He recalled the piece of paper with only a partial analysis written on it, "He was solving the case."

Then he corrected himself, "No, I'm giving guidance on solving the case."

"You should have thoroughly searched my house and read the search records on the computer. He asked me to search. He was very interested since he heard that there was a case involving FBI agents in the apartment. "

"After checking the searchable information, he seemed to have guessed the details of the murderer, so he subconsciously made a draft to sort it out,"

The blond dogtail recalled and corrected again, "It doesn't count as grooming."

"That is, he seems to be used to writing down his conclusions for others to see after seeing the information about the murderer."

"This 'other person' must be someone who couldn't see the information and couldn't keep up with his thinking, so he supplemented it twice when he wrote it."

He recounted, “Once, he added in detail the reasons why he concluded that the murderer was old, weak, sick, and disabled, and once, he explained why he got involved in the second case from the very beginning, because the bathroom can delay or advance the time of death shown by the body. "

"This is very... very much like instructing someone to solve a crime."

And this 'someone' is most likely the police.

Judy had been listening with a calm expression, and had no reaction even when she heard the instructions to solve the case. She didn't raise her eyes until she heard two additional details.

She controlled her expression so that she remained calm, but secretly she breathed a sigh of surprise: That's it.

No wonder that when the FBI was busy with a series of vicious serial murders, Shuichi Akai paid too much attention to a guy who was not the murderer of the case.

"Can you recall the information on that piece of paper?" Judy asked, "Write it down as best you can."

The person next to him immediately pushed the paper and pen away from the blond dog.

Thanks to being overly nervous, the blond Inuo was deeply impressed by some of the words he saw. He recalled copying the reverse English text he saw at that time. He wrote intermittently for about 3 minutes before he pushed back the pen and paper awkwardly.

Judy watches.

After a brief glance, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she understood why the blond Inuo thought the mysterious person was a former FBI investigator.

This analysis…

To be honest, every FBI who often writes written documents can deeply understand how impatient the person who writes the analysis is when they see the few words, but they have to write official nonsense.

Because empathy.

Not just FBI investigators, but every government employee will sympathize with each other.

And the mysterious guy who can write such things and is suspected of being a criminal...

I heard that the FBI has some shady criminal consultants.

(End of this chapter)