Conan: Open the Door, I’m a Policeman

"Okay, let's end this. We have enough ideas. Whether it's mahjong or other connections, and whether the sixth person may be the murderer, let's investigate separately now." Manager Matsumoto Simple Summarized and declared the meeting adjourned.

"Toilet toilet!" Yamamura screamed and ran out, and the others walked out one after another.

A police officer with glasses waited outside, whispered to the manager Matsumoto for a while, and gave him a few pieces of paper.

Manager Matsumoto looked at the information, glanced at Conan, who was led by Xiaolan in the direction of Uncle Mouri, and narrowed his eyes.

Of course, the three of Tsuki Mizuma were looking for clues to verify Takagi's thoughts. Shiratori seemed to be still talking to Uncle Mouri, so he didn't follow him.

"Officer Chiba seems to have lost some weight, right?" Conan said to Chiba Ichiba, who passed by.

"Hey! Did you find out?" Chiba Yishin was obviously very happy, touched his still big belly and said, "It seems that slimming tea is still effective."

It happened that Shiratori and Uncle Maori came here while talking, and heard these conversations. Uncle said: "Speaking of which, Shiratori, you are fatter than the last time I saw you!"

"How is that possible!" Shiratori seemed excited or flustered. "I...I go to the gym twice a week!"

Stare... someone seems guilty.

The Henggou brothers were buying drinks, all of which were coffee. Henggou Shenwu bought a can of black coffee, and Chongwu was milk coffee.

"It's rare, big brother, you are actually with black coffee." Henggou Chongwu said smoothly.

"Because I was asked by the doctor to control sugar." Henggou Shenwu said, "By the way, you used to drink black coffee."

"In this situation, how can I survive without consuming some sugar." Henggou Chongwu said helplessly.

Putting the information in his pocket, the manager Matsumoto walked to Uncle Mouri.

"Hello, Matsumoto police inspector, how is Teacher Sayuri lately?" Xiaolan greeted first.

"Oh? Ah, you are the daughter of brother Maori, she, she is still the same." Manager Matsumoto didn't seem to recognize Xiaolan.

"Brother Mouri." The Matsumoto management looked for the master, "I'm looking forward to your performance."

"No problem!" Uncle Mori made a standard salute, as if he was back when he was a police officer under the Matsumoto manager.

"One more thing, your children are cute and smart, there are some naughty things to take care of."

"Eh? Oh, I see." Uncle Mori sent off the manager Matsumoto with a blank expression.

When the burly figure disappeared in front of his eyes, Uncle Mori suddenly turned around, one hand locked the neck of Conan, who was trying to steal the bug from his pocket, and the other hand clenched into a fist and twisted it **** Conan's head. "Tell me! Did your kid play a prank again?"

"Ahhhh-I don't know anything!" Conan said with difficulty after screaming again and again.

"Dad!" Xiaolan called out.

"Humph! Matsumoto police inspector said that my children are naughty and want to take care of them, aren't you Xiaolan?" Uncle Mouri said viciously, but he still let go of Conan.

The first step of the trio of Mizumayuki planned to go to the traffic department. The national traffic department could connect to the internal network. They wanted to retrieve from Nagano whether Ryuzaki Ichiro threw something out of the car window before and after the car accident.

It is a pity that the monitoring on the highway is not comprehensive enough. There are only a few places with pictures. At least in these pictures, nothing is seen flying out.

"There is no way, it seems that we have to go to Nagano Prefecture." Mizumayuki said helplessly. Fortunately, Japan is not a big place, and it only takes a few hours to cross the county. After saying hello to the manager of Matsumoto, the three of them left.

On the way to the garage, Takagi asked Mizuma Yue a little nervously: "Mizuma...Senior, why are you so confident in my speculation?" The words on his face were all insecure and uneasy.

"Eh? Is there?" Mizuma Yue was a little strange when asked by Takagi's question, she thought about it and said, "I can't say that I have confidence. Since there is a possibility, let's try it. As police officers, we can't Let go of any possibility."

"But..." Takagi said hesitantly, "I've always been stupid, and I can't help in solving the case. When my mind is hot, I just randomly say my guesses... If this adds to the confusion... I, I, I..." Said He stammered while talking.

Mizumayuki patted Takagi's shoulder: "Is Takagi-kun stupid? Why don't I know?"

"That's right!" Sato Miwako patted on the other shoulder: "What's the big deal in taking a detour, you don't know how many detours I followed this guy Mizuma before you came."

"What..." Mizumayue said dissatisfiedly: "Are you talking about the fact that you drove the wrong way?"

"You, say, what, what? Again, say, once, again, okay?" Dangerous voice.

"Don't say good things twice... um... well, I said I'll drive."

"Hmph, don't think about it."

In this way, the two of them put Takagi's shoulders on the left and the right, and walked forward harmoniously with Takagi between them.

(Takagi: What is this kind of visual perception for a family of three???)

In the end, the throne of the driver fell into the hands of Mikako Sato, as it had been hundreds of times before, with Tsuki Mizuma as the co-pilot and Takagi in the back.

There was nothing to say all the way. After the car drove to the crime scene, before the car stopped, Takagi was the first to jump out of the car and ran to both sides of the expressway to look around with his neck stretched.

Clearly the kid couldn't wait to find conclusive evidence.

"Idiot, how can you be so blind!" Mizumayuki slapped Takagi on the head without hesitation, and she didn't know who said she didn't think Takagi was stupid.

A few more steps up, it's almost a corner and it's the top of a downhill.

"When you turn from this position, you can see the high-speed toll gate. Ryuzaki Ichiro should slow down at this time, and then find that the brakes fail." Mizuma Yue speculated little by little, "Then I don't know how long he thought, but Because the speed of the car was out of control on the ramp, he first hit the roadside guardrail. "According to the narration of the witnesses at the scene and the cameras of the toll booth, the situation at the scene was restored.

"Since the steering wheel is not damaged, there are only two possibilities for hitting the side of the road: either his attention is elsewhere, or his brain is trying to slow down by this."

"It shouldn't be a brain damage." Sato Miwako helped Mizumayuki rule out a possibility.

"Where is his attention? Is he just studying the brakes or is he really throwing something out the window." Takagi also entered into thinking.

"The speed of the car was about 70 before the loss of control, and gradually increased to ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ in the process of losing control. Then he has time..." Mikazu Sato likes to think from the point of view of the car.

"The driver's seat is on the left side, and the window glass didn't shatter before rushing into the toll booth... The time of opening and closing of the old-fashioned rocker lift window is different..." Mizuma Tsuki was also deducing in his own way.

Takagi was relatively straightforward. From the position where he got out of control to the position where he got off, he stretched his neck and looked out on the side of the highway. But there are trees outside, and looking down from the top, there is nothing to see except the green and green.

Soon, they selected an area and carefully slid down the ramps on both sides of the high-speed. By the way, Mizuma Tsuki and Sato Miwako landed safely, and Takagi fell and rolled down and ate a big mouthful of food. Grass, but luckily only a little scratched.

However, until sunset, the three of them didn't find anything in the woods, only the garbage everywhere. Because this is a lowland, the garbage thrown on the ground by the surrounding people is easily blown by the wind and hoarded here, but there is no convenient place here. The path comes in so no one will come to clean it if it doesn't emit any odor.

"It doesn't seem to be there!" Sato Miwako, who had already dug three feet into the ground, leaned against the tree tiredly.

"Do you want to go back? It's getting dark." Mizumayue was already sitting under the tree in a very disrespectful manner, with her legs stretched out, just like a corpse at a murder scene.

"Looks like I really got it wrong." Takagi leaned on his knees with both hands and bent over.

"Then how about punishing you to think another way?" Sato Miwako said.

"Okay!" Takagi suddenly felt a lot of energy.

"That... it's so late anyway, can you accompany me to see other crime scenes?" Mizumayue said suddenly.

"Huh?" Miwako and Takagi were surprised at the same time.