Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

As night falls, the bustling streets of Tokyo are full of traffic.

In an unobtrusive alley, flames burned, reflecting a long figure.

It was a long-haired man in a long trench coat and a baseball cap with sunken eye sockets and a sloppy beard, looking like a stray.

"Hmm, there is one place left. The eve of the festival will be completed by then, and the red lotus flame will burn this corrupt city... a grand carnival begins..."

The man walked out of the alley with a gloomy face and a twisted smile.

"Huh?" Bu Mei was standing in front of the masked Superman toy machine in the alley in a suspender skirt, staring at the man stopping a taxi to leave. "Ayumi?" Mrs. Yoshida walked out of the store and shouted when she saw Ayumi who was in a daze, "What are you doing there?"

"Ah, mom..."

"Okay, let's go back."

...

"Are there consecutive arson cases in Tokyo?"

The next day, on the third floor of the Kioto Detective Office, Gao Cheng picked up a newspaper against the chicken nest head: "This is a police matter. It has nothing to do with me, right?"

"Adding the one from yesterday, there are already five pieces," Huihara walked out of the kitchen, yawned softly, and said with his eyelids collapsed, "The manager of that store wanted to entrust you to find out because of the great damage from the fire. The arsonist... Besides, I don't know who broke the pitching machine, and the office has started to struggle again."

"I'll do it," Gao Cheng coughed lightly and scanned the news reports carefully. "But that's what it says, even the police can't do anything about it, there is no clue..."

"There are clues," Huihara said flatly. "In the morning, Ayumi said that he saw the suspect last night and is now planning to go to the Metropolitan Police Department with everyone."

"When did you say that?" Gao Cheng looked dazed.

"Just when someone is sleeping late." Hui Yuan stared straight at Gao Cheng.

Gao Chengli smiled badly and quickly began to take care of the outfit.

If you are not meeting with a client, you don’t need to dress too formal, but you still need to pay attention to your image. After combing your messy hair, somehow wear a tie.

Looking in the mirror, I felt a lot more energetic.

As always, an ordinary but not ordinary morning must start again at work.

After all, men have to make money to support their families...

In the Metropolitan Police Department, Bumei and his team found Officer Sato to take a statement. Gao Cheng stood aside like a guardian, and Huihara yawned again and again with no energy.

Gao Cheng stunned: "What's wrong? So sleepy..."

Hui Yuan gave Gao Cheng a white look: "Wake up in the morning to wash clothes and deal with entrusted cases. Of course, I'm sleepy."

"Then quickly end this case."

Gao Cheng listened intently to Ayumi's description, and Sato drew the prisoner's appearance based on Ayumi's description.

"It looks a bit like a fox," Bu Mei thought back, lifting the corners of her eyes with two fingers, "It's still like this, eyes hanging up!"

"Fox eyes..."

The image of a prisoner faintly appeared in Gao Cheng's mind.

On a hot day, wearing a long coat, gloves and a hat, and the smell of gasoline on the pants, messy long hair under the brim of the hat, a fox-like face with a weird smile...

According to Bumei, this person appeared in the lane near the scene of the fire last night. He was a strange uncle who said strange things. He should have been the arsonist.

With these characteristic clues, it should not be difficult for the police to search, but the scope is still too large, and there is no idea where the arsonist will appear next time...

Officer Sato drew a portrait and happily showed it to everyone: "Is it like this? Am I painting like this?"

Gao Cheng saw the portrait for the first time and was almost shocked by Sato's handwriting. The image that emerged in his mind collapsed.

"Yes, is that right?"

"It's not like..." Ayumi shook her head in distress.

The enthusiastic Yuantai's faces collapsed all at once: "The painting is so ugly."

"It's like a child's graffiti."

"Are there no other people who paint better?"

"What can I do?" Sato blushed, "Mr. Zhichuan who specializes in portrait painting has a cold today and asked for leave!"

Gao Cheng smiled bitterly: "I think, let's go to the alley site and have a look, maybe we can find other clues."

"Alright," Sato put down the drawing board and said helplessly, "I just happened to be going to a place today."

"On the way?"

At an intersection in Muchito-cho 4-chome, two cars stopped one after another on the side of the road, a car of Officer Sato, and a car of Officer Shiratori who came with them.

Gao Cheng glanced at Shiratori and Takagi who had followed without authorization.

What are these two guys doing with me? It's just an arson...

"By the way, does the search class also deal with arson cases?"

"Haha," Takagi said with a smile, "In fact, someone was killed near the fourth arson scene. Although there is no evidence, the deceased was probably killed because he witnessed the arson fire..."

"is it?"

Gao Cheng looked at the intersection of Police Officer Sato, who seemed to be worshipping something, and he even placed a bunch of flowers on the ground.

This guy Takagi, in the final analysis, is because of Officer Sato, after all, Officer Sato is a police flower, and his heroic appearance is indeed very attractive...

"I remember," Shiratori suddenly looked at Officer Sato during the worship, and said, "Today is the death day of her father, Officer Sato Masaru. Yes, he died on this day...

"Eighteen years ago, Police Officer Masaru Sato was hit by a truck at this intersection when he was chasing a robber. Unfortunately, the ambulance came too late due to heavy rain that day. I heard the police department say that he Died in the car sent to the hospital in front of the family who rushed over..."

"Does Officer Sato have this kind of past?" Gao Cheng also looked at Officer Sato who was quietly squatting on the side of the road to worship, somehow in a daze.

The memory of the original owner has always been very vague. Most of the time he lived with his grandfather, the only impression of his parents was that he died in a car accident.

But vaguely he could still feel the pain in his heart.

"City households." Huihara raised the corner of the ready-to-wear garment.

"Huh?" Gao Cheng regained his senses and found that Officer Sato had finished his worship, and talked with Takagi about the case of his father's sacrifice 18 years ago.

"What?" Huihara talked about looking at Gao Cheng, his eyes slightly fluctuating, "Do you remember the past?"

"Nothing~www.readwn.com~ Gao Cheng smiled and gathered his thoughts.

Go and worship some other day...

"I've been thinking about it when I was a kid," Officer Sato sighed softly, half-jokingly missed, "If someone solves the riddle and arrested the robber that year, I am willing to do anything for him to achieve his wish. ..."

"desire?"

"Anything?"

Takagi and Shiratori were taken aback at the same time, swallowed nervously, and began to think hard.

Gao Cheng groaned and touched his chin and said, "If I untie it...Is it okay to ask for anything?"

"Huh?" Sato was stunned, and smiled, "Of course, but..."

"It's okay to eat together, right?"

Gao Cheng scratched the back of his head, and suddenly felt that the surrounding temperature dropped a bit, as if he was being stared at by two pairs of murderous eyes. He turned his head and saw Takagi and Shiratori with rough noses, and quickly changed his mouth: "My It means, please have a meal together..."

"One meal is too little," Genta said, drooling, "I want a thousand eel rice, okay?"

Ayumi also surrounded Sato expectantly: "I want to try the feeling of living in a tropical paradise castle!"

Mitsuhiko followed: "I only need a ticket to the International Space Station!"

"Good, good."

Sato responded with a wry smile. Before saying anything, Haibara next to him couldn't help but said, "I want the latest PRADA leather bag."

Conan cheered up with a small face with excitement: "Can I ask for tickets for this FIFA World Cup?"

"Hello..."

Gao Cheng brows jumped.

Is this guy still short of this money? Kudo Yusaku's gold card is still there, how many tickets are enough to buy?

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