Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 148 Surprise (two in one)

FBI investigators arrived quickly.

In fact, it was said that it took three days. They arrived at the embassy late at night on the second day and met with the FBI who lives in Tokyo to discuss 'Satan' in detail.

There are 32 investigators on this mission, most of whom are ordinary investigators, supervised by three senior investigators and one special agent.

The meeting started at three o'clock in the morning.

The conference room was brightly lit, and each participant was given a folder. A senior investigator was responsible for presiding over the meeting, and 10 minutes were given for collective viewing of the materials.

Logan was one of the ordinary investigators. He sat in a relatively forward position and opened the file with a very serious attitude.

[6.4 Residential Area Attack Case]

[Case time: 1984.06.04, 04:12. 】

[Case location: xx town x chome. 】

[Survivors: None. 】

Survivors, none.

This means that all those who were attacked were not injured, but died neatly.

Even though he had already understood the general outline of the incident when he arrived, Logan's heart sank when he saw this message. He tactically adjusted his sitting posture, silently raised his head and looked around, and soon found that his colleagues were tactically following one after another. He adjusted his sitting position and looked down again.

After the incident, the Tokyo police conducted on-site cleaning, and after the second terrorist attack, the FBI intervened to assist in the handling. The incident and the attacker's route of action have been roughly reviewed.

The attacker started from an intersection and the first target he chose was close to the road, but not the house closest to the road.

There were three corpses in the first place, at the door and at both ends of the living room. Judging from the condition of the corpses, the first corpse had just opened the door and was completely unresponsive, the second corpse responded to move forward, and the third corpse knelt down to beg for mercy. .

The annotation of this murder scene restoration is: [The victim carried three guns, and three were lost. According to fingerprint examination, one was at the scene of the second murder, one was at the scene of the fifth murder, and one was at the scene of the sixth murder. At the murder scene, the magazines were all empty. 】

Every murder scene is similar to the first murder scene.

The only difference is that other murder scenes no longer have the deceased who opened the door and were raided. The other deceased died knowingly that they were being attacked.

Judging from the condition of the corpses, it can be inferred that among the dead there were some who were hiding in an ambush and trying to counter the attackers, some who were resisting, some who surrendered and begged for mercy, and some who fled.

Among those who fled, some tried to escape by jumping off the building, but fell to the ground and were chased and killed by the attackers. There were also people who left the house in advance to escape, but were shot to death by the attackers from a distance on the balcony.

There were even people who jumped over the wall and called the police.

They all get a title in the end: the dead.

The person who organized the documents was very considerate. He described in detail the belongings of each deceased person before his death, and marked them with numbers such as [1 from 1 place], which represents the first death in the first murder case, and also appended a colorful appendix next to it. Photo.

Judging from the speed at which the police arrived, the bodies must not have cooled down when the photos were taken.

... No matter how useless the police are, it is impossible for them to survive a terrorist attack of this level for twelve hours. Twelve hours is the time for the body to cool down.

That said, this is a fresh and hot photo.

As he watched, Logan adjusted his sitting posture again, propped up his chin with a hand that had just not touched the photo, and naturally covered his mouth with part of his fingers.

He tried not to scan the photos and large black-and-white text to suppress his ridiculous nausea.

Yes, queasy feeling.

It is the most instinctive human being, the feeling of nausea caused by the combination of rejection, panic, fear, anger and other emotions of being killed one by one like pigs in a slaughterhouse.

It was a bit embarrassing for an FBI investigator to feel queasy when faced with photos of a murder scene that were not actually too bloody and did not even include dismemberment.

Logan could only endure the discomfort as much as he could, and hurriedly read through the first terrorist attack case. He then looked at the summary section with a slightly larger font, glanced at it casually, and summed up his speculation, "The attacker was a A cold-blooded butcher."

"He is about 25 to 50 years old. He is in his prime. He is a veteran. He was terrifyingly calm from beginning to end. He was not injured." He raised his voice. "He did not leave any traces of himself at the crime scene."

"No blood, no saliva, no hair, no fingerprints, no footprints, etc.,"

"But fortunately, we can estimate the height of the deceased from the location of his wounds, which is about 1.8 to 1.8 meters three, and the error will not exceed two centimeters."

After a pause, Logan added, "Of course, provided he didn't deliberately lower the muzzle of the gun or wear high heels."

"However," he shrugged, "I personally think the authenticity of the height value is questionable."

The reason is simple, "A such a skilled veteran would not forget to fake his height if he wanted to completely hide his traces, and we have no traces to verify the authenticity."

"This was a murderer who was well-premeditated and almost invulnerable."

Logan repeated, "Almost."

He looked around and smiled, "He doesn't seem to have exposed any information, but in fact he has exposed the most important point: his identity."

"I suggest that the Tokyo police conduct a thorough investigation of undocumented persons in Tokyo, focusing on recording any suspected retired personnel, and at the same time extract files, sift through the list of retired and active personnel, and find some outstanding people."

"Believe me, such a terrorist attacker is by no means an unknown person. Even if he is a retired person, Shangguan will still remember him."

"If he is more arrogant and does not leave Tokyo, there is a high probability that we will find some clues about him."

These reasonings are very reasonable, and many of them coincide with the views in the documents. They are the current mainstream views of the FBI and Tokyo police.

Senior Investigator A, who was in charge of presiding over the meeting, nodded with satisfaction, cast a look of approval, glanced at the other two colleagues, and smiled at his boss, "That's a good guess, Ron, but there is one thing that needs to be corrected."

He flipped through the document and said, "Move the entire age range back ten years and limit it to 35 to 65 years old."

"Don't be too cautious. 25 is too young. Even if he is still fighting in recent years, it is unlikely that he will be so... outstanding. I really don't want to use the word outstanding to describe it. This word is very inappropriate, but it is very suitable."

"Only veterans can fight such a beautiful battle. It takes time to hone. Young people who are too young cannot do it."

As he spoke, Senior Investigator A considered the vocabulary and added: "Setting the maximum number of the range as 65 is a somewhat bold prediction, and many people may not agree with it."

"However, the document mentions one thing that you should have noticed: hit rate."

“This attacker was very skilled, and I was surprised by the decisiveness and accuracy of some of his shots. But equally, I was surprised by the accuracy of some of his shots. While maintaining a high hit rate, he also maintained a low hit rate. "

This statement is contradictory.

But everyone who saw the document understood it clearly.

The high hit rate is because: everyone hit is dead, and there are at most three muzzles on the body.

This shows that the murderer only spent three shots at most, and accurately hit the enemy's vital parts while walking, dodging, etc.

Or when one person faces two or three enemies.

The low hit rate is because: ...In fact, there are not many bullets that miss the enemy.

And most of them are around the enemy's corpse.

Senior Investigator A carefully speculated, "If it is a veteran with trembling hands, it would make sense, wouldn't it?"

Makes sense.

Everyone nodded, convinced.

Even the agent supervisor nodded slightly in agreement.

"Of course," Gao A smiled again, "Based on this, we can verify Logan's conjecture: height fraud."

He vowed: "Not to mention the 65-year-old Neon Man, even the 35-year-old Neon Man, a guy over 1.8 meters is also impressive."

"If there was a guy in Tokyo who met the requirements, the Tokyo police would have arrested him."

"So, can a veteran jump from the second floor to the first floor with shoes that are too high, refill his gun, and then continue to kill everyone?"

Gao A glanced at the two colleagues and took the initiative to say this. After thinking about it for a while, he nodded in agreement, "It's okay."

He looked at the agent supervisor and lowered his head, "In fact, I have met many retired veterans in New York. Most of them are old, but they are still as bold and capable as the young people."

For example, your father.

He made it clear, but did not actually say the compliment. He only smiled and paused for a few seconds. After receiving the smile from the agent supervisor, he looked around again and appropriately supplemented the parts that Logan specifically did not mention. , "There is one more thing that needs to be taken care of,"

"Most of these deceased persons were black persons, some of whom were wanted criminals, some of whom were not wanted but were experienced hands who often handled guns, and some of whom the police were unable to identify."

He solemnly said: "And the deceased came well prepared. They had recently moved to a nearby place collectively." "Both of them knew about each other, but the attacker had the upper hand and chose a time that the deceased did not expect. Conduct an attack.”

This means one thing, "We have to consider the murderer's motive."

"One more thing," a senior investigator B sitting next to him said in a thoughtful tone, "I noticed that there was a murder near the first terrorist attack, and the interval between it and the terrorist attack was very short. In two 10 minutes."

"The deceased in that murder case was a police officer."

"A professional," he emphasized, "50 to [-] years old. He was already a police officer when he was young, but now he is a police officer supplemented by the police department."

The FBI in New York don't quite understand things like professional groups, but they can understand the meaning: this police officer has been demoted and there is something abnormal.

Senior Investigator B turned his face sideways to the agent supervisor and lowered his head slightly when he spoke, "According to the informant's report, this police officer has connections with black forces."

He smiled, "I looked through the documents, and the Tokyo police seemed to have forgotten this and did not mention it."

"I think that's one of the clues."

"Indeed," Gao A agreed, complimenting with a smile, "The Tokyo police are still a little unclear. Fortunately, you have an informant in Tokyo."

"But why are you here..."

"Oh," he showed a knowing expression and did not say anything immediately. He only made a teasing expression with a wink and said slowly from a direction invisible to the agent supervisor, "You have always been interested in neon. Looking for one or two excellent helpers, I remembered."

Most of the investigators were already looking at the documents, looking down at the documents.

Logan was the same. He caught a glimpse of his boss's teasing expression with his peripheral vision and automatically translated: Oh, your father is also a veteran and has been to Neon before. He might have contributed to the height of Neon people, haha, then you It makes sense that there is an informant in Tokyo, maybe a half-brother.

This teasing was very vulgar, and he didn't say anything directly, so he couldn't refute it.

Gao B's face immediately darkened.

"Ahem," the third investigator said calmly, breaking the inexplicably quiet atmosphere of the meeting, "it seems that you are all very adaptable to Tokyo."

"I thought everyone would be a little tired from running around for a long time, but I didn't expect that everyone would be so energetic and devoted themselves to the case," he said to the agent supervisor in a sighing tone, "Thanks to having a backbone, we Only then can we speculate so confidently and boldly.”

This is a reminder: wake up, we are not in New York anymore. If you tear off your hair, you will not get much benefit. If you make your boss unhappy, you will be in big trouble.

The atmosphere eased up a bit.

At least the surface has softened a bit.

Gao C looked at the time again and pinched his brows looking tired, "It's past three o'clock Tokyo time,"

He was older, so he pretended to be tired and was trying to hold on, and asked the agent supervisor, "Look..."

"Let's all take a break." The agent supervisor was actually tired, otherwise he wouldn't have been silent all this time. "Let's take a break for three to 10 minutes, then drink coffee to refresh ourselves, and discuss the second terrorist attack."

"One more thing," he also pinched his brows, "if the attacker hadn't left and learned that we were coming, he might have taken action."

Of course, it is impossible for ordinary criminals to attack just because the police are investigating a case, but is the target this time an ordinary criminal?

No.

The special agent supervisor said calmly: "Everyone has snacks."

He announced, "Break."

The somewhat tense conference room immediately relaxed, and most people left after asking for instructions. Among the remaining people, some closed their eyes and rested, while others pretended to read the documents carefully.

Logan's eyes turned and looked at his boss.

After receiving a calm nod, he picked up his cell phone, asked for permission to go out, found a relatively secluded corner, and dialed the phone, "Hey, how's the situation?"

The other party replied in English with a strong accent, "The news of the FBI's early arrival has not yet been leaked. The Tokyo police are still waiting for the agreed time to arrive."

Most areas of the embassy are lit.

Just as Logan was about to speak, he saw from the corner of his eye that the light in the hall below flickered, as if there was a bad contact, it went out for a moment, and then came on again.

He subconsciously turned his head to look, frowned and took a few more glances, a little dissatisfied, but he still got down to business. After briefly chatting for a few words and hanging up the phone, he began to hold up his mobile phone to consider the wording of his report.

Of course, he reports to his boss.

It is inconvenient for senior investigators to come out when they are working cross-border and there are colleagues at the same level who are not easy to deal with. Otherwise, if they are not careful, they may encounter some troubles that they have to endure.

Logan is still a bit discerning and knows how to solve problems in a sensible way.

He leaned on the edge of the small balcony, paying attention to the nearby corridor, wary of colleagues coming over, and editing the text message carefully and carefully.

Start by recounting things in detail, and then choose information that won't make people impatient.

This is a test of ability, even more so than a murder case. After all, if a major case occurs and the case is not solved in time, you can be exploited and you can make ends meet, but if you arouse the disgust of some people, you will be in trouble for the rest of your life. That's it.

Logan thought about it for a while, and considered whether to keep the teasing: although it was a bit unethical, it was recognized that the FBI guys were not good people.

Among the FBI guys who came to Tokyo this time for an outing, Logan can guarantee that almost all of them are jackals, and all of them have dirty behaviors. It is normal to deal in white drugs and get a little red.

This is the case for all the lower-level FBIs. It can be inferred that some of the superiors who sent them to intervene in the Tokyo case are also not very clean. They don't care about immoral issues and just treat them as jokes to please them and make jokes, which seems to be okay.

...Forget it, this boss has a friend who is the son of a general. He has done many things and made many mistakes.

Finally, when 25 minutes had passed during the break, Logan adjusted his clothes, sent the report, and walked quickly to the conference room.

The lights were on in the conference room, and the door crack was slightly open as wide as a finger. From a distance, you could see that the seats inside seemed to be full. Everyone was lying down or lying down with their eyes closed, waiting for the break to end.

His heart tightened: He had deliberately not stepped on the last two minutes, why was it still too late?

Shouldn't people start arriving one after another in the last 5 minutes?These guys have no martial ethics!
Logan walked over quickly and hurriedly pushed the door open, "Sorry, I..."

A subtle smell hit my face.

The conference room was indeed almost full.

It's almost because there are people in every position except Ron's position.

But they were not sitting in the original order, and they were not exactly sitting. There was no conversation or eye contact. They...

It's a corpse.

Some corpses were sitting on seats with their heads raised, as if they were sleeping soundly. Their clothes were quite wrinkled and there was a lot of blood.

Some bodies were lying on the table, and blood was flowing all over the table.

Some corpses were sitting with their heads bowed, almost as if their heads were about to fall off.

It's just a dead body that's obviously dead.

Most of the corpses were very clean. There were no blood marks on the necks from the daggers. It was impossible to tell what the cause of death was.

Logan: "..."

Before he could react, his body froze and his mind went blank.

In the silence, he heard the door slam.

came from behind.

So, Logan stiffened and slowly turned his head.

He saw a young man standing behind the door.

The young man has black hair and red eyes. He looks to be at least sixteen or seventeen years old. He is wearing a black baseball uniform and a baseball cap. The hand pressed against the door is wearing a black fingerless glove.

The gloves stopped at the base of the fingers, only protecting the palm prints, while the fingerprints were protected by red band-aids.

The Band-Aid was originally brown.

There was a distinct splatter of blood on the side of the black-haired young man's face, which was almost splashed by wiping his eyes, making him look like Satan crawling out of hell.

He thought for a moment, "Mr. NPC, Surprise?"

　There are no flowers yet, they are all destroyed, you are so stupid
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