Conan: The Mechanic

"So, are you going to plead guilty?" Kogoro Mouri asked. "You are a policeman anyway. I don't want to force it. I hope you don't let the honor of the RB police continue to be shamed."

"Mr. Mori, you... do you know my past?" Officer Sakata asked suddenly. "For example, why I want to kill them."

"Is that your father?" Kogoro Mori nodded. "They killed your father, right?"

"If it wasn't those incompetent guys who investigated the case, but a detective like you, maybe..." Officer Sakata sighed. "Yes, when my father died in a car accident, they were all my father's students - which meant they were in a position to do anything with the car."

"If I remember correctly, that incident should have happened at the end of August 1978, right?" Kogoro Mori also sighed and asked.

"The night of August 23," Officer Sakata nodded. "On the day they graduated, they let the brake fluid out of the brakes, which caused the car's brakes to fail. It caused my father, who has always been known for safe operation, to have a car accident - just because I couldn't accept the findings at the time, so I I chose to go to the police academy, became a police officer, and dreamed of finding the real cause of my father's death."

"How did you know about this?" Kogoro Mori frowned. "Did anyone tell you that? Are you sure he's not the real murderer?"

"The person who told me was the client at the time," Officer Sakata replied. "Now he's a famous person—the fugitive Kiichiro Numbuchi. I caught him on the run more than ten days ago, and he recognized me, who looked too similar to my father, as my father, whatever. It's all said."

"Numabuchi Kiichiro?" Mouri Kogoro was surprised. "Where is that guy?"

"Don't worry, I've got him under control," Officer Sakata motioned to Mouri Kogoro to calm down. "I'm a policeman anyway, and it's impossible to let him go."

"But as a police officer, you shouldn't punish you in this way--" Kogoro Mori said halfway through, his expression suddenly darkened. "No, maybe..."

"This is the only way," Officer Sakata sighed. "This is the sixteenth year, Mr. Maori, you must also know that intentional homicide, if only one is killed, the common sentence is 20 years (two kills without reason is life, three or more may be the death penalty. If For some reasons, the sentence may be shorter), which means that the longest prosecution period for this crime is 15 years, and at most it can only be prosecuted last year, and this year is too late anyway..."

"..." Kogoro Mori shook his head and looked at Officer Sakata with some regret. "Anyway, you killed them anyway, right?"

"Yes," Sakata nodded calmly. "I confess to that."

"Then, I can only arrest you," Mouri Kogoro said, walking in the direction of Sakata. "It never occurred to me that RB cops would be murderers."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mori." At this moment, Sakata took a step back, and his sudden firmness made Kogoro Mori stunned for a moment. "I admit the crimes I committed, but I do not intend to stand trial."

Saying so, he took out a gun from his pocket. "It's really ironic. I, a policeman with an impure purpose, actually owns the only police officer with high gun rights in the Osaka area..."

Right in front of Kogoro Mouri, Officer Sakata pointed the gun at his temple without hesitation, ready to pull the trigger.

The icy light flashed across Officer Sakata's field of vision for a moment, and in the next second, Officer Sakata found that the gun in his hand flew upward as if it had received some extremely huge force.

Mouri Kogoro's samurai sword was already unsheathed, and a beautiful slap disarmed Officer Sakata.

"I didn't bring the samurai sword here to be handsome or to deal with your strangulation tool," Mori Kogoro said solemnly. "Trust me, in a small space like a warehouse, your pistol is no match for my katana."

"..." Sakata still maintained the posture when the pistol was shot, but looked at the direction of the katana blankly, and only smiled bitterly after a few seconds. "Mr. Maury, you are a... all-rounder..."

"Don't underestimate Uncle." Putting away his samurai sword, Kogoro Mouri motioned Officer Sakata to leave the warehouse. "Come on, we still have a lot to deal with."

"By the way, about Numabuchi Kiichiro..." Sakata suddenly said to Mouri Kogoro when he was walking out. "He's locked up by me, and if you don't hurry up and catch him, he might starve to death."

"It's been caught over there," Mouri Kogoro replied. "That was done a few minutes ago."

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"Is that right here?" Protected by several policemen~www.readwn.com~ Chiba, who opened her seamless umbrella, walked forward while protecting Haibara Ai while looking at the house in front of her.

"This is it," Officer Otaki led the way. "But the first group of investigators didn't find Kiichiro Numabuchi. It's a pity, but it looks like this is just an empty house."

At this moment, Chiba suddenly noticed a trash can next to it, and walked over after informing the police.

In the trash can, several bento boxes were lying quietly there. Judging from the date, it should be the lunch box of these days.

"What's wrong?" Officer Otaki came over and asked.

"Is this a lunch box for Kiichiro Numabuchi?" Chiba asked.

"It looks like it should be, what's wrong?"

"He should have been wanted, right?" Chiba looked at Officer Otaki. "Can he still buy bento?"

"You mean, someone bought it for him?" Officer Otaki also narrowed his eyes. "this……"

"But, why do you have to spend so much time..." Qianyu spread her hands. "If I'm not mistaken, someone might have been here, and if the first police officers were quick enough, someone might still be here."

"But we didn't find anything after checking," Officer Otaki shook his head. "It's true that there are traces of people living here, but that's about it."

"Let's make sure first, even if the other person is not here, maybe we can infer his whereabouts - if our previous guess is correct, he should not have the conditions to leave here."

"What do you mean..." Officer Otaki wondered.

"You'll know just by looking at it," Qianyu shrugged. "Look at it and see for yourself."