"Okay, that's it. We've got enough ideas. Whether it's mahjong or other connections, and whether the sixth person is likely to be the murderer, let's go separately to investigate now. Matsumoto briefly summarized and adjourned the meeting.

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

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

Matsumoto looked at the information, glanced at Conan, who was being led by Xiaolan in the direction of Uncle Maori, and squinted his eyes.

Of course, the three of them were looking for clues to verify Takagi's thoughts, and Shiratori didn't seem to be talking to Uncle Maori because he didn't come along.

"Officer Chiba seems to have lost a little weight, right?" Conan said to Kazushin Chiba, who passed by.

"Eh, you found out?" Chiba Issan was obviously very happy, touched his still big belly and said, "It seems that the slimming tea still has an effect." “

It just so happened that Shiratori and Uncle Maori were talking while walking here, and when they heard these conversations, the uncle said, "Speaking of which, Shiratori, you are fatter than the last time I saw you!"

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

Stare at...... Some people seem to have a weak heart.

The Yokogou brothers are buying drinks, all coffee, Yokogou Sango bought a can of black coffee, and Chongwu is milk coffee.

"It's rare, big brother, you actually have black coffee. Yokogou Chongwu said casually.

"Because I was asked by the doctor to control the sugar content. Yokozo said, "Anyway, you used to drink black coffee." “

"In this situation, how can you survive without taking some sugar? Henggou said helplessly.

Slipping the documents into his pocket, Matsumoto walked towards Uncle Mori.

"Hello, Matsumoto Police, how is Sayuri-sensei doing?" Xiaolan greeted first.

"Oh, you're the Maori brother's daughter, she's still the same. "Managing Officer Matsumoto doesn't seem to recognize Xiaolan.

"Brother Maori. Matsumoto approached the owner, "I'm looking forward to your performance." “

"No problem!" Uncle Mori gave a standard salute, as if going back to the days when he was a petty police officer under Governor Matsumoto.

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

"Oh, I see. Uncle Maori sent off Matsumoto with a blank face.

When the burly figure disappeared in front of him, Uncle Maori suddenly turned around, locked one hand on Conan's neck, who was trying to steal the bug back from his pocket, and clenched the other hand into a fist and twisted it on Conan's head, "Say! Are you a prank boy again?"

"Ahhhh

"Daddy!" Xiaolan shouted.

"Hmph! Matsumoto said that my child is naughty and needs to be managed, aren't you Xiaolan?" Uncle Maori said viciously, but still let Conan go.

The first step of the Mizuma trio is to go to the Traffic Division, which can connect to the internal network, and they want to find out from Nagano whether Ichiro Ryuzaki threw anything out of the car window before and after the car accident.

It's a pity that the surveillance on the highway is not comprehensive enough, and there are only a few places where there are pictures, at least in these pictures nothing is seen flying out.

"There's no way, it looks like we'll have to make a trip to Nagano Prefecture. Mizuma Yue said helplessly. Fortunately, Japan is not a big place, and it is only a matter of a few hours across the prefecture, so the three of them left after saying hello to Matsumoto Administrator.

Walking on the way to the garage, Takagi asked Mizuma with some trepidation: "Mizuma...... Senior, why are you so confident in my speculation?" all the words written on his face were unconfident and uneasy.

"Eh, is there one?" Mizuma Moon was a little strange by Takagi's question, thought for a while and said, "I can't say that I have confidence, since there is this 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 solve the case, so I talk nonsense about my guesses as soon as my brain is hot...... If it adds to the chaos...... I, I, I, I ......," he said and stammered.

Mizuma patted Takagi on the shoulder: "Is Takagi-kun stupid?

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

"What......" Mizuma said dissatisfiedly, "Are you talking about you driving the wrong way?"

"You, say, what, again, say, once, again, again, again, again, again,

"Don't say good things twice...... Forehead...... Well, I said I'd drive. “

"Hmph, don't think about it. “

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

(Takagi: What kind of thing is this sense of déjà vu for a family of three???)

In the end, the driver's throne, as hundreds of times before, fell into the hands of Miwako Sato, with Mizuma as the co-pilot and Takagi sitting in the back.

There was nothing to say all the way, and after the car drove to the scene of the crime, before the car could stop, Takagi Xingchong was the first to jump out of the car, ran to both sides of the highway and looked around with his neck stretched.

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

"Stupid, how can you be so blind!" "Mizumatsuki slapped Takagi on the head without hesitation, and I don't know who said before that he didn't think Takagi was stupid.

A few steps up the road, it's almost a curve and it's the top of a downhill slope.

"This position is just right to see the high-speed toll booth, and Ryuzaki Ichiro should have slowed down at this time, and then found that the brakes were out of order. "Then he didn't know how long he was thinking, but because he lost control of his speed on the ramp, he first crashed into the roadside guardrail." "Little by little, according to the oral accounts of witnesses at the scene and the cameras at 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 he is brain-dead trying to slow down with it. “

"It can't be brain-dead. Miwako Sato helped Mizuma rule out a possibility.

"So where is his attention? Is he just studying the brakes or is he actually throwing things out the window? Takagi also got into thought.

"The speed of the car before losing control is about 70, and gradually increasing to 100 in the process of losing control, then his time is ......" Miwako Sato likes to think from the perspective of the car.

"The driver's seat is on the left side, and the window glass didn't shatter before crashing into the toll booth...... The opening and closing times of the windows of the old-fashioned rocker lift car are ...... respectively, "Mizuma Moon is also deducing in the way he is used to."

Takagi was more straightforward, from the out-of-control position to the position where he got out of the car, and craned his neck on the side of the highway to look out. However, there are trees outside, and you can't see anything from above, except for lush greenery.

Soon, they chose an area and carefully slid down the ramps on both sides of the highway, and by the way, Mizuma and Miwako Sato landed safely, and Takagi fell and rolled down to eat a large mouthful of grass, but fortunately there was only a slight bruise.

However, until dusk, the three of them did not find anything in the woods, only garbage everywhere, because this is a low land, and the garbage thrown on the ground by people around is easily blown here by the wind and hoarded, but there is no convenient path to come in here, so if there is no smell, no one will come to clean it.

"It seems that there is none!" Miwako Sato, who had already dug three feet into the ground, leaned against the tree tiredly.

"Do you want to go back? It's getting dark. Mizuma sat under the tree with no regard for hygiene, her legs spread straight out, like a corpse at the scene of a murder.

"Looks like I'm really wrong. Takagi folded his hands on his knees, hunched over.

"Then how about punishing you for thinking of another one?" said Miwako Sato.

"Good!" Takagi suddenly felt a lot more energetic.

"That...... Anyway, it's so late, can you accompany me to see the other crime scenes. Mizuma said suddenly.

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