Conan: My Old Sister Maurilan

The Matsumoto Police Department has been mentioning the riots in the prison.

"Maybe the answer was in front of me all along, but I didn't find it."

Talking to himself, Gongsheng frowned and looked out the window.

Late at night in Tokyo, it was quieter than usual, there was no more traffic, no more all-night debauchery.

All that can be seen is darkness.

……

This night, during the most costly search session, they laughed wantonly, all enjoying singing, wine, and sex in the hotel of Shiratori's house.

This night, the search lesson that cost the most was either returning to the cold home with a cane, listening to his wife crying, the family lost the spiritual support, or lying on the hospital bed with no hands or feet, listening to the voices from other beds. There were screams, the lights were brightly lit, and it was impossible to sleep.

Beside her were her parents with white temples, who could only fall asleep lying on the edge of the bed.

These are all planned by someone.

Tokyo Prison.

In a luxurious single room, a man put on a suit, dressed neatly, without the appearance of a prisoner, waiting for the moment of his release.

As long as all the cases of Kudo Shinichi are overturned, he can get out of this prison.

He will dominate the political arena again and take back the honor he once took away.

The heating in the house is blowing, the TV is gray and blank, a cup of hot water is placed on the table, and the stereotyped clock is ticking.

From four in the morning to six in the morning, from six in the morning to eight in the morning.

The sky outside is dim, and it is still covered with dark clouds today, without a ray of sunlight, and the average sub-zero temperature gives the best preservation environment for ice and snow.

"Shinichi Kudo...everything starts with you...everything ends with you..."

But the hatred between us will not be counted in this way, the harm you have done to me will be doubled and repaid to you.

Staring at the clock like a hungry wolf.

"At this time, you must be on your way to the court."

At eight o'clock, Metropolitan Police Department.

The joy of last night made everyone in a bad state, and drunkenness abounds. After a while, someone ran to the toilet, vomited, and spit the wine and gastric juice on the ground.

toilet?

The toilet is clogged.

There are also urinals and washbasins, all filled with sticky and smelly liquids, and the men's toilets have completely become gas chambers.

Miwako Sato couldn't continue to stay in the search class.

Because the heating is like a cradle for the stench, sublimating the already disgusting smell, not only the smell, but also the stench and decay, the whole person is like a pile of bugs.

Shiratori Police Department, who was half asleep and half awake with the trash can in his arms, had some inexplicable rice grains on his curly hair. He went to wash his face just now, but the sink smelled very strange.

"Matsumoto police?"

Miwako Sato, who had just walked out of the door, found the familiar figure around the corner was none other than Kiyonaga Matsumoto, whom she hadn't seen for a day.

Maybe because the voice was too low, the other party didn't hear it and disappeared around the corner.

"Let's go to Yumi first."

I made a phone call and confirmed that the other party was in the parking lot of the Metropolitan Police Department. It seemed that they were debugging a special patrol police car. I was afraid that the snow would cause the police car to fail.

After that, he was not going to patrol, but was going to the Dongdu Court to send a message to his younger brother. The other party was accompanying his mother in the court, waiting for Kudo Shinichi to go to court.

"I remember that the transfer of suspects detained by the Metropolitan Police Department to the Prosecutor's Office is usually completed one day in advance, but why hasn't the news been transferred today? It is obvious that the trial has already started..."

Miwako noticed something abnormal.

To ensure the safety and physical condition of the suspects, they will be transferred from the Metropolitan Police Department to the Prosecutor's Office in advance to prevent the prisoners from feeling unwell and unable to hold a trial.

At the time of the trial, the suspect must be sane, not confused or even mentally ill, and the suspect must be in good physical condition at the time of the trial.

Walking all the way to the gate of the Metropolitan Police Department, Miwako was still full of doubts. It was past eight o'clock, but she still hadn't received the order to send Kudo Shinichi to the Dongdu Court.

There was no one in front of the Metropolitan Police Department building, and the cold wind was biting, even if you were wearing a cotton jacket, you couldn't resist it.

Run quickly and hide in the car parked in front of the door.

"Gongsheng, I received Meihezi, and I will go find you together later... er, Meihezi really wants to see Auntie, and then told Auntie, please entrust your son to me... Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo woo woo woo..."

As soon as she got into the passenger seat, Miwako heard Yumi talking nonsense, and the person she was talking about was Kosei.

His face flushed instantly, not because of embarrassment, but because of anger.

Covering your mouth with one hand to prevent you from talking nonsense, you raised your other hand...

Hit it with a punch———!

"Hey, Kosei, brother, don't listen to Yumi's nonsense, we're still at the Metropolitan Police Department, if it's too disturbing, we won't go there."

Putting down her best friend who was knocked unconscious, Mihezi got the phone and responded cautiously.

There is some expectation in my heart.