Conan's self-cultivation of fake wine

Chapter 293 Thursday (Wednesday)

Rainy day, phone booth, pool of blood, alarm bell.

The gathered crowd buzzed and whispered like mosquitoes.

More annoying than the boredom itself, Lu Ren got out of the car, opened the Tang Dao umbrella with one hand, and pushed away the crowd of onlookers with the other hand, until he reached the center of the crowd.

Mu Mu, Bai Niao, Maori Weng and his son-in-law. None of them held an umbrella, and the rainwater flowed down their hair, faces, and sleeves.

However, there are exceptions. Although Maori did not hold an umbrella for himself, he held up a black umbrella for the deceased lying on the ground.

Lan was not here. He probably didn't want to see the dead person, so he stayed far away and stood among the crowd.

Lu Ren glanced forward and looked away when he saw the familiar sharp corners.

In addition, there were three other people at the scene.

Lu Ren knew these three people.

I just didn't expect them to be here.

——Five hundred familiar words.

The limbs of the three little ones were stiff and trembling. It was probably frozen the day before.

In all likelihood, they are the first witnesses.

Lu Ren didn't pay much attention. He looked at Mu Mu and asked in a low voice: "Officer Mu Mu, this is..."

"This is not the place to talk. Let's talk in the hall." Memu replied, signaling Takagi who came after him to protect the scene.

The rest of the people left in Shiratiao's car. As for the three young witnesses, Lu Ren originally intended for them to take his Porsche.

As a result, the three of them insisted on taking a police car.

and so……

The Maori family gave up their place and took Lu Ren's Porsche to the Metropolitan Police Department.

Before getting in the car, Lu Ren closed his umbrella and shook it, trying to get as much moisture off the umbrella as possible, then put away the umbrella and started the car.

Mr. Kudo and his wife sat in the back seat, and Mr. Maori sat in the passenger seat.

Considering the space of the car itself and the size of the three Maori family, it is perfectly fine for them all to sit in the back.

But Maoli took the initiative to sit in the passenger seat in advance.

Lu Ren looked at him, and then looked at Mao Lilan through the adjusted rearview mirror.

... He was slightly surprised to find that the two of them were still in a cold war just like in the original plot.

This is really strange.

In the original plot, Mao Lilan did not understand why her father shot her mother, which led to a misunderstanding and a cold war.

But just last night, in order to avoid this unnecessary trouble.

Lu Ren has asked Conan to convey ‘Maoli’s purpose of doing this. ’

But why is it like this now?

Obviously when they were in the hospital at noon, the relationship between father and daughter was relatively harmonious. At least it's not like it is now. Any outsider will know that there is a deep gap between the two.

Lu Ren glanced at Conan, who was sitting next to Lan. It seemed that he would have to find a chance to ask this kid what happened.

As for now...

"Brother Maori, what is the current situation?"

"As soon as we came out of Sawaki's house, Officer Megure received a report that a policeman had been attacked. They also called an ambulance. But when we arrived at the scene..."

Maori's voice was hoarse, and the words seemed to be forced out of his throat. "The deceased was my senior, Officer Narazawa. We also discussed it before you came."

"Ah."

"Senior may be seven, and the Japanese pronunciation of seven is Nana. It may also be two. The number two can be separated from Nana."

Hearing this, Lu Ren fell into silence.

He had a vague impression of the fourteen targets, but he remembered that among the fourteen targets, there were really only two policemen, Megure Shiratori.

Even if the butterfly effect or other messy things caused the murderer to temporarily change his mind and change the target of the attack to the police.

It was just to make up the numbers and would injure the policeman, but the injuries were not fatal.

Just like Megure. Have an operation, some stitches, and stay in bed for a while.

But in this case this afternoon, something is obviously wrong.

Officer Narazawa is dead. And it was a shooting.

Lu Ren could see clearly that the police officer had been shot in the abdomen.

Lu Ren didn't know what kind of gun he was shot with, but he knew that the injury was caused by killing people.

To take a step back, even if the murderers in this world are more sickly, their brutality has increased by several levels. We shouldn't have killed Narazawa first. Anyway, we should have killed Jiu first, and then 8765...

The order is now wrong.

It can't be that if you meet by chance and it feels like a good opportunity to make a move, just jump on it...

Lu Ren felt that this possibility was not high.

He suppressed these doubts for the time being and said in a comforting voice: "Brother Maori, there may be another hidden story behind this case. It probably has nothing to do with the digital murderer. Officer Narazawa just happens to have a number in his name."

Then Lu Ren selectively selected some of the ideas just now to persuade Maoli.

"Maybe." The gloominess on Mao Li's face did not diminish even a little because of Lu Ren's persuasion. He sighed, his originally straight back now hunched over.

There was one thing that Mouri didn't say. Strictly speaking, Officer Narazawa had never worked with him.

Because this person is too serious and ruthless in his words and actions.

The incident of 'shooting the hostages' was the one that Narazawa scolded the most harshly and fiercely.

Naturally, Maori doesn't like this person very much, let alone deal with him.

But this does not affect his admiration for this person.

This veteran detective, who had been working on the front line for more than thirty years, fell on this cold rainy night.

Whether it was because of him or not, Narazawa's death made Mori feel very bad, even worse than the damn weather.

……

When the car arrived at the Metropolitan Police Department, Mumu, who got out of the car first, greeted Lu Ren and the others and led the three little ones straight up the steps and into the gate of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Fortunately, Lu Ren and the others are also familiar with each other here. They knew where to go next without being escorted by the police.

In the interrogation room, three little ones sat side by side and very obediently provided everything they saw at that time, such as the characteristics of the murderer.

Just this confession...

"Young man holding a black umbrella."

"The beautiful big sister holding a green umbrella."

"Middle-aged uncle holding a blue umbrella"

Completely clueless.

This made people frown.

Lu Ren persuaded the three little ones to think seriously and not to deal with it in a silly way.

The result made all three of them cry. Their confessions were still inconsistent and even more confusing.

Megure rubbed his forehead and gave Sato a look.

"Mr. Lu Ren, I have something to ask you. Let's go out and talk."

"Ah."

As soon as Lu Ren went out, the three little ones gradually stopped crying, but the testimonies still didn't add up.

The case has reached a deadlock.

outside the house.

Lu Ren and Sato stood against the wall.

"What's the matter?"

"A little personal matter. My mother has been urging me to get married recently. You also know the situation of my family. My father died young and my mother raised me single-handedly. I respect and love her very much and don't want to disobey her. But now she wants to see me get married. I want to hold my grandson. Alas.”

"That's it. I don't have this problem. My parents are gone."

"..."

"I can't refuse anyway, so just go and give it a try. Maybe you can meet someone you like."

"It's impossible. I..."

"Wait a minute, I'll take a call."

Lu Ren took out his cell phone and walked aside.

Seeing how careless he was, Sato also stopped wanting to talk.

After a while, Lu Ren walked back quickly.

"The newspaper already knows about what happened in the afternoon. Put the case aside for now, and you go talk to Memu to see how to report it. Then I'll hand it over to the newspaper. Let's unify the tone, otherwise they will write nonsense. "

"Ah."

(End of this chapter)