"Aha..."Xiaobai yawned...

"Aha..."Xiao Ai yawned as well.

"Hey, I said you two, this is the police station." Conan looked at Bai and Xiao Wai with dead fish eyes.

"Anyway, what did you two do last night, one by two yawned." Conan squinted slightly at Xiao Ai, and then at Xiao Bai again, his eyes seemed to say Did you do something invisible last night?

"Your eyes are dangerous...," Xiao Ai squinted slightly and whispered.

"Heh... Scold... yes, I didn't think about anything..."Conan twitched the corners of his mouth, and then put his head in his hands and turned his head away.

"This painting is so ugly..."On the other side, looking at the sketch that Sato put on the table and told by Ayumi, Motota commented.

"It's just kids doodling." Mitsuhiko was also merciless.

"There's no way around it, the artist's mother has a cold, so I'm on leave." Sato was embarrassed.

"Let me see." Takagi walked over from the side and picked up the painting in Sato's hand.

"That's really not a reference." Takagi glanced at it and said.

"What..."Sato clasped his hands in his arms, seeming a little dissatisfied.

"Although the lines are neat and the style of painting is intriguing, but..."Shiratori commented very seriously.

"Oh... So, can you draw something more cute or realistic, and show me? Sato stood up and squinted slightly at Takagi and Shiratori.

"This... I'm not good at drawing..."Michi Takagi.

"That's... I'm good at impression painting." After the white bird finished speaking, he flashed people.

"Wait... Shiratori... "What a blessing and a hardship are all lies, and I can't believe it anymore.

"Aha... Officer Sato, lend me pen and paper." Shiro yawned as he walked up to Sato.

"Well, what do you want pen and paper for?" Although I don't know what to do, I still gave it to the other party.

"Ayumi, tell me the prisoner's face again." Xiaobai took the sketchpad in his hand, and then the pen turned around in his hand and then held it.

"Hmm... Long hair, eyes hanging up, and connecting my uncle's beard..."In less than a minute, a moving painting appeared in front of everyone.

"Wow, you're so good at drawing." Ayumi looked at the finished painting and praised.

"Hmm..."Sato looked at the painting, and then looked at what he had drawn, forget it, or don't look at it, it hurts.

"That's what the prisoner looks like?" Sato picked up the back road.

"Hmm." Ayumi nodded.

"Alright, Takagi, make a wanted warrant based on this picture." Sato gives the painting to Takagi.

"However, I don't advise you to expect too much from this painting." Xiaobai began to pour cold water on the side.

"Huh?" Sato and Takagi looked at Xiaobai in a daze.

"If Ayumi had said that the prisoner was wearing gloves and an overcoat, such a person would have been very conspicuous, but in the daytime, it would have been impossible to see him. Xiaobai cleared his thoughts and said.

"So...," Sato thought for a moment.

"Yes, too," Takagi nodded.

"But if he can't show up during the day, it's a little hard to catch him at night." Sato frowned.

"The first rule of criminal investigation is this: you have to look for every possible way to explain things, and then figure out how to try to overturn it." Xiaobai said softly.

"Huh?" The people present looked at Xiaobai.

"That's what Holmes once said, and perhaps, if you can't get a conclusion, you can only go to the scene to investigate." Conan said on the side.

"yes, okay then, let's go to the scene." Sato put everything away and stood up.

"If you go to the scene, I can drive you there." The white bird's ears were not usually pointed, and he quickly ran over and pointed at himself.

Takagi squinted at Shiratori slightly, this guy...

"No, I want to take a detour to another place, and I happen to be on the way." Sato said plainly.

"Going somewhere else?" Takagi asked.

"Today is a special day for me." Sato said as he looked out the window.

"Special... A special day?" Takagi looked at Shiratori beside him, as if he wanted to hear something from his mouth.

"Is it Sato's birthday?" Shiratori asked at Sato.

"No, it's the opposite." Sato shook his head.

...

"It turned out that it was the opposite thing..."When he arrived at the destination, he looked at Sato and put a pot of flowers on the railing, Xiaobai seemed to think of something.

"Huh?" Conan and the others looked at Xiaobai.

"Birthdays are happy, and the opposite is sad, and look at Officer Sato's expression," Xiaobai said softly.

"I remember, today is Officer Sato's father, the death day of Sato Justice." Shiratori seems to have remembered as well.

"Exactly eighteen years ago today, on the way to hunt down bank robbers, here in this coffee shop..."Shiratori said as he looked at the coffee shop not far away.

"Unfortunately, it was raining heavily, the ambulance came too late, and Officer Sato was lying in the ambulance in the company of his family. However, the name of the case seems to be called..."Shiratori fell into deep thought.

"Sorrow," Conan read as he said.

"Yes, Sorrowful... It's melancholy..."Shiratori confirmed.

"The police officer who was hit by the truck kept calling the fugitive name to the fleeing prisoner, so it was named the Chou Silang Incident. Conan muttered to himself about the case back then.

"I heard from Uncle Kogoro about this." Turning his head and looking at Takagi and Shiratori who were stunned, Conan smiled.

"Sorrowful Lang..."Xiaobai fell into thought.