Conan: Open the Door, I’m a Policeman

"Is the prisoner like this?" Sato Miwako took the pencil and sketch paper, and with a trace of uncertainty, faced the children opposite the "masterpiece" she just completed.

"It's not like this at all..." Ayumi's little loli was very depressed, feeling that she was being tricked, and she said dryly here for a long time to describe the appearance of the arsonist.

"What is this..." Yuan Tai said rudely.

"A child's graffiti?" Mitsuhiko continued to make up for it.

"I think my painting is better than this." Ivia said seriously.

"Would you like to let this child try?" Hui Yuanai raised the well-behaved cat meow king in his hand, with a serious and vicious tongue.

"Is there no professional painter?" Conan also wondered if their group was perfunctory by the Metropolitan Police Department.

"It's not even better than a cat..." Because I had contact with Conan and others in past cases, so when Mizuma Tsuki didn't have time to receive Conan, the Meguro Police Department sent Sato Mikazu to deal with the children's intelligence .

Sato Miwako put her head on the table in frustration and complained: "It's not because the painter took a leave of absence today, because his mother is sick and hospitalized."

'So the Metropolitan Police Department has only one painter? ’ Of course Conan didn’t say the question.

Shibuka Takagi, the little valet brought by Sato Miwako, came uninvited, and the second valet, Shiratori Ren Saburo, who seemed to be idle all the time, stepped forward and picked up Sato Miwako's masterpiece to appreciate it.

"You really can't hand this over to the search team..." Takagi said very bluntly.

"Well...it's in the style of 20th century abstraction..." Shiratori said in a more euphemistic way.

"Then come here!" The corners of Sato Mikako's mouth opened slightly, revealing a few steel teeth (?) that were clenched together tightly, and the words squeezed out of the teeth.

"I can't either..."

"I'm better at Impressionism..." The two half-hearted goods admitted on the spot.

"By the way, what about Officer Mizuma?" Conan asked unhappily.

For a time, the eyes of all the young detectives were "poking" Conan.

"That guy from Mizuma..." Sato Miwako's expression was as if Mizuma owed her two million dollars, "That guy went to visit the family members of Taichuan Yuri, so I am here to receive you, but at this time that guy should come back too. already."

"Someone's talking about me?" Shuijian Shuijian arrived, and Mizumayue stepped into the recording room with one foot and said.

In fact, Mikako Sato planned to take care of these little devils in her office at first, and she didn't take these little devils seriously due to the influence of Mizumayuki. It's just that these serious brats insisted on arguing that they should come to the recording room, and as a result, Mikazu Sato brought them here in a daze.

"Yeah, these little devils haven't seen you for a long time, I miss you." Mikazu Sato replied deliberately pretending not to care, and then asked back, "How is the family in Shimili?"

"The mood is fairly stable, but they hope to do something for the fifty miles after they catch the prisoner." Mizumayue answered truthfully with her eyes dimmed. Then focus on the kid's notes.

Shui Jianyue glanced at it, and immediately saw the abstract masterpiece, picked it up and looked at it, and said, "Huh? The painting is not bad!"

Sato Miwako's face was overjoyed, but she saw Mizuma Yue said to Yuan Tai, "You drew it, it's pretty good."

Gen... Genta, Sato Miwako's face froze directly, apparently for Mizumayuki, this painting is Genta's style.

But Mrs. Yuan didn't think so, he felt that Suijue hung this picture on his head as an insult to him, and glared at Suimayue.

Seeing Yuan Tai's appearance, Mizumayue realized that this was not painted by Yuan Tai, and looked at Mitsuhiko with an unbelievable face: "You painted it? I can't see it, boy." The subtext is that your boy's gentle painting style is so rough.

Mitsuhiko shook his head politely, and now Mizumayue didn't understand, and glanced at the three loli of Ayumi Haihara Aivia, without thinking about it at all, and finally focused on Conan, although he didn't. He spoke, but there was a sarcasm in his eyes: Oh boy! How can such a big person draw like this?

Conan told Mizumayuki with dead fish eyes that the painting was not his handwriting.

"Eh? Are you kidding me? It's not you and it's not you~www.wuxiahere.com~ It can't be that cat!" Mizumayuki has always been unhappy, and the successive incidents directly made him angry. .

"Could it be the two of you?" Mizumayuki suddenly remembered the two candidates, and turned to look at Shiratori and Takagi among the three colleagues with disbelief.

However, what finally made him feel that something was wrong was that Takagi's face was full of words: "Sir, you are in trouble." On Shiratori's face was a schadenfreude smile: "Sample, now you are finished."

Miwako Miwako looked at Sato Miwako, whose half-smile expression was still frozen on her face, took a deep breath, and said to herself, "It seems that there is news about the prisoner, I have to go and see." Running, not even the sound of footsteps could be heard for a few seconds.

Surprisingly, Sato Mikako didn't get up to chase, but calmed down after taking a deep breath. He also said depressedly: "It's a pity that the portrait was taken by that guy."

'No, it's useless even if you leave it behind. ' Everyone replied in their hearts.

On Mizumayuki's side, Mizumayue casually kicked the abstract masterpiece into his trouser pocket, and when he saw that there were no pursuers behind him, he turned straight into the office.

There is an oversized map of Tokyo hanging in the office, twice the size of the map on the whiteboard in the memory of that day. I don't know which archive he pulled it from.

Mizuki marked the new arson point on the map, and the five previous locations have been circled in red, and you can vaguely see various pencil lines on the map, but they have been erased. Dropped, but the modus operandi is not very clean, and many lines can still be seen.

Looking at the map fixedly, Mizumayue's eyes kept wandering around the six red circles, but after a few minutes, she still had no clue and had to give up, turned her head and walked out of the office with a sigh.