Chapter 358: Let Me Go Home

"How's that? Probably like this?"

It's been forty minutes since I've been sitting in the police station's office.,When Sato asked Ayumi about what she saw the prisoner looked like, she began to brush up on the sketch.,And the result...

"It doesn't look like it at all. Ayumi said with a small frown.

"Your painting is really inferior. Yuan Tai stared at the painting expressionlessly.

"yes, it's the same as a child's graffiti. Mitsuhiko followed up with a knife. "Is there no one else to ghostwrite but you?"

"What's the solution? Sato blushed at the children's words. "I just asked, Mr. Tomokawa, who specializes in portrait painting in the bureau, happened to have a cold today and took sick leave. I'm the only one who can get started. ”

"Haha, lend me a look. As it happened, Officer Takagi walked up behind Sato and took her drawing, before smiling wryly as well. "This painting. . . With all due respect, Officer Sato, this painting really can't be shown to the investigators. You say yes, Officer Shiratori. After that, he also took the painting to Ren Saburo Shiratori, who was also passing by.

"Hmm... As far as hyperrealism is concerned, it's already good. Shiratori complimented as best he could, but unfortunately it was not convincing.

"Maybe it would be better to classify him as a wild grass typeface. "Accidentally, I poked my hand on the table and complained. It made Sato turn his head and give me a blank look.

"Damn, you guys, if you have the ability, you can help me draw. Sato hated it.

"Ahh Takagi immediately waved his hand, and even a cold sweat broke out on his head.

"I... I'm only good at impressionist paintings. Shiratori also fled the scene as quickly as possible.

"Hmph. Sato snorted coldly, and then pointed the finger at me again. "Then you, Mr. Shirakawa, you can do it. ”

"I... Okay, I'll come. "I am helpless at Sato's cynicism. So, I beckoned to Takagi, who was holding the drawing board, to cross the drawing board, and tore off the piece of drawing paper, which was worse than a child's drawing.

"Ayumi, tell me about the prisoner you just said. ”

"Ahh

"Uh... This four-eyed kid just told me. I patted Conan on the head, which upset Conan for a while.

"Is that so?" Ayumi didn't dwell on it, and then repeated the information of the prisoner just now. "He was tall, with a peaked cap, long hair, and a dirty beard. Dressed in one... ”

Soon, Ayumi said everything she had seen. After that, I just waited for me to finish the painting.

"But we're not sure that the man Ayumi saw must be an arsonist, right?" Takagi said to us. "After all, Ayumi didn't see that person set the fire with her own eyes. ”

"What do you mean by that? The children narrowed their half-moon eyes with disdain. "Are you trying to say that Ayumi is lying?"

"That is, don't underestimate us just because we're children. Yuan Tai was unwilling.

"Actually, I think Ayumi is right. Conan spoke last. "It's so hot right now. The man wore another long robe. He also wore gloves on his hands. There was kerosene spilled on the hem of the trousers, and the smell wafting from the road. And the weird smile that came out of the fire. If such a person says that he is not an arsonist, then I think it is difficult for him to justify himself. ”

"Really?" saw the children supporting themselves, Sato smiled slightly.

"Alright. ”

While the children were discussing with the police, I also finished my own drawing, although I was in a hurry, I could only draw a rough line drawing, but...

"Wow... It looks like it!" Ayumi who was the first to look at the drawing board had a small star in her eye. "Big brother, you're amazing. ”

"I don't know if it's like it, but Ayumi said so, so it's definitely right. Yuan Tai nodded, looking clear.

"Whether it's the lines or the brushstrokes. It's much better than Officer Sato. Mitsuhiko mended the knife again.

"I... Well, I threw in the towel. Looking at the almost professional-level portrait line drawing in front of him, Sato had to raise his hand in surrender. "I didn't expect you, a rich kid, to be able to draw. ”

"No one said rich people can't draw, right?" I unscrupulously plucked out my ears and felt disdain for Sato's words.

"Okay, okay, Takagi-kun, give this painting to the Investigation Division. With that, Sato snatched the sketchpad from my hand and handed it to Takagi.

"Yes. See Sato issue an order. Takagi saluted and hurried away.

"Alright. The portrait has already been settled, so let's go to the alley where the crime occurred to collect evidence on the spot. ”

"Wow! This is something very new to them. Of course, they didn't really go to help collect evidence, they just thought it was fun.

"I said, Officer Sato, did you let me go before you took the kids to testify?" I said, raising an eyebrow. "I've already called, and in a moment a copy of my ID will come. Can I go?"

"No, I can't. The corners of Sato's mouth showed a hint of slyness, "Anyway, according to the process, your documents will need a series of reviews when they arrive at the police station, and it will not be completely completed until at least tonight." So, my painter, I'm going to have to take you to see if that arsonist looks like you during this time!"

"I... ”

———— the taste of the orchid, the taste of lavender, the taste of the home & the wings of the angel, the wings of the devil, the wings of the guardian————

After about ten minutes, our group walked out of the police station, because of the children and me, an adult, a car must not be able to fit, so Officer Shiratori drove with Takagi and the children, while I, Conan and Shiho sat in the back seat of Officer Sato and lowered my voice and said a word about Conan going to find Xiaolan after Conan became older two days ago.

It turned out that on the same day, Conan originally wanted to confess to Xiaolan as Kudo, but he ended up with a case on the same day. So he delayed the time, and when he wanted to go back to have dinner with Xiaolan, the time limit for his transformation was nearing the end, and he had no choice but to comfort Xiaolan after becoming Conan again. For this reason, Xiaolan cried again. It also made me punch Conan in the head again.

"It's good that you're an adult boy and can play with children. Through the rearview mirror, Sato glanced at me, who was messing with Conan.

"Isn't this being brought out of boredom for no reason? I shrugged, "I said, Miss Sato, I'm a victim of a car accident right now, and you can't play with me like this even if I'm not seriously injured." What if I have a concussion? Can my mental damage be included in the compensation for the vehicle you are about to reimburse me?"

"Don't worry, I'll find a way to compensate for your car. You just come with me honestly," Sato gritted. I read in my heart. "I don't know if the police station can report the cost this time. "After all, the price of that imported Renault is very high. If Sato were to report it himself, it would probably cost him two years' salary. In this regard, Sato can only pray that the police station still has some humanity.

"Moximoxi, can Officer Sato hear me?" said Officer Takagi's voice from the police car's unique communication microphone. "The alley we're going to doesn't seem to be the road, is it?

"Ah, I forgot to tell you. Sato picked up the walkie-talkie. "I'm going to take a little detour to a place. ”

"Going somewhere?" On the other side of the intercom, Takagi didn't know what Sato meant.

"In fact, today is a very special day for me. Between the words, Sato's voice seemed a little lonely.

"Is it a special day?"

"Not really. The corners of Sato's mouth showed a little sadness. "Quite the opposite. ”

"On the contrary?" the corners of my eyes jumped slightly. "Birthdays are the opposite ... Death day?" Conan and Shiho and I looked at each other, "Is it the death day of my family?" At this, the car, which was still a little atmospheric, suddenly became silent.

After turning a few streets, Sato's car stopped at an intersection. After greeting us and the two police officers who came with us and asking us to wait, we saw Sato at the telephone pole on the corner of the street, placing the flowers he had prepared in a bottle on the ground. With his hands folded, it seems to be a worship to someone.

“。。。 Today is the death day of Officer Sato's father, Masayoshi Sato. "The one who spoke was Shiratori," and that was eighteen years ago today, when he died at this crossroads while chasing a robber murderer. ”

"Here?" Takagi was stunned.

"Yes, it was a rainy day, Officer Justice Sato was chasing the prisoner when he was hit by a truck at this intersection, but unfortunately, it was raining so hard that the ambulance arrived very late. So the righteous police officer was in that belated ambulance, accompanied by his family with tears, swallowed his last breath and returned to heaven. I remember that case seemed to be called... ”

"Sorrowful. Conan's eyes became serious, and he began to tell everything he knew. "That case is called Chou Silang. ”

It is said that the detective who was hit by the truck kept repeating a mysterious name to the prisoners who kept fleeing in front of him, so the incident was named the Chou Silang incident. Although the police laid a large area of search nets at that time, it was a pity that Officer Sato, who was in charge of the core elements of the case at the time, died, and the investigation of the case fell into a difficult situation. The prosecution period ended three years ago. ”

"Conan, you've become a do. Shiho reminded in a whisper.

"Ahhh That's what Uncle Maori told me. Aha, ahahaha. Conan hurriedly reacted and smiled at Shiratori and Takagi. However, it also succeeded in diverting their attention.

"When you say that, I seem to have seen it on TV. Takagi began to continue. "I heard it was a very well-planned crime. The only clue is the bank's surveillance footage of less than ten seconds. And what channel did the police officer at that time use to lock up the prisoner? It also became a mystery after his death. Unexpectedly, that person turned out to be Officer Sato's father. ”

"There's no way around it. Sato stood up. "Even if the case and the name of the main suspect are still in people's memory, the name of the police officer who died in that case will not be remembered, and besides, the police officer is not desperate to make people remember, right?" The words that seemed to be self-deprecating made Sato's once capable face shrouded a layer of sadness.

"Aren't there any witnesses, the truck driver should be able to see the prisoner's face?" said Motota.

"Yes, it's just that the prisoner was wearing a long raincoat, sunglasses and a mask, and neither the driver nor the surveillance could capture any useful clues. Even men and women cannot be determined. ”

"But didn't the police already know the name of the prisoner? Mitsuhiko also began to help with the analysis.

"Yes, but the police searched for the name of the person, but after screening, none of them met the conditions for committing the crime. ”

"Well... In the end, this case was determined to be an unsolved case, indeed, after all, there are too few clues in this case, and the three clues of only relying on surveillance video, raincoat, and sorrowful Silang are too weak. In the end, Shiratori made a tidy move.

"Actually, it's four. Listening to Shiratori's words, Sato revealed another secret. "There are actually four clues, and one is a note written in Katakana on my father's police handbook with the words KA, N, and O. As far as I know, this record was not wanted to be leaked by the police, and they thought that these three words had a great impact on the case, so much so that the police asked my mother and me about it many times in the following days, but unfortunately, we had never heard similar words, let alone understood what he meant. ”

"Is that so? It's a pity... Takagi expressed sympathy.

"Heh, because it might help the case, I'm particularly impressed. Sato smiled bitterly. "Even for this matter, I once swore that if anyone could solve this puzzle and catch Chou Silang. No matter what he asks, I'm willing to say yes!"

"Nani?!Ren, any request?!"

"Both... Is it all right?"

In an instant, the two police officers standing behind us fell into a state of imagination, and the children boldly made their own demands.

"If I guessed, would you like to treat me to a hundred eel rice!"

"Ah, of course you can~" Sato bent over and smiled.

"I'd like to stay at Tropical Paradise Castle. Ayumi's eyes flashed with small stars.

"Well, no problem~"

"If it's me, I want a ticket to the International Space Station!" Mitsuhiko was not far behind.

"Huh. Good~Good~"

"If it were me, I wanted a precise GPS location for the police station. ”

"Huh?" Sato looked at the tea-haired girl on the side in astonishment.

"That way, you can get someone back when he goes missing. ”

"Is this, is that so?" a drop of sweat fell from Sato's head. "I... I should be able to think of a way. ”

"So, can I ask for tickets for this World Cup?"

"Ahh Well. The corners of Sato's mouth twitched. "Today's kids are so realistic. ”

"What do you two want?" Sato looked at the two Sichun policemen who were pondering on the side.

"Ahh No, nothing. The two of them waved their hands and giggled at the same time.

"What about you? Mr. Painter. ”

"Let me go home. ”

"Huh?"

"If I don't go back and ask for guilt, my girlfriend will go crazy. ”

“。。。。。。 ”