"Is this what the prisoner looks like?" Miwako Sato said, holding a pencil and sketch paper, with a hint of uncertainty as she turned the "masterpiece" she had just completed to the children opposite.

"It's not like this at all......" Ayumi Lori was very depressed, feeling that she had been tricked, and she was dry in vain, and she said something here for a long time to describe the appearance of the arsonist.

"What the hell is this...... Motota said unceremoniously.

"Children's graffiti?" Mitsuhiko continued.

"I think I'm better at painting than that. Avia said seriously.

"Do you want this kid to try? Gray Yuan Wai raised the obedient cat Meow King in his hand, a serious poisonous tongue.

"Don't you have a professional painter?" Conan also wondered if the group had been perfunctory by the Metropolitan Police Department.

"It's not as good as a cat...... "Because I've been in contact with Conan and others in past cases, so when Mizuma didn't have time to receive Conan, the Twilight Police Department sent Miwako Sato to deal with the children's information.

Miwako Sato rested her head on the table in frustration and complained, "It's not because the painter is on leave today, because his mother is sick and hospitalized." ”

'So there's only one painter in the Metropolitan Police Department?' of course Conan didn't say anything.

The little attendant brought by Miwako Sato, Wawazu Takagi, who seemed to have been idle all the time, came forward and picked up Miwako Sato's masterpiece and appreciated it.

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

"Hmm...... There's the style of 20th-century abstraction...... "Shiratori put it mildly.

"Then you guys come!" Miwako Sato's mouth opened slightly, revealing several steel teeth (?) clenched together, and words squeezed out of between the teeth.

"I can't do it either......"

"I'm better at impressionist ......," the two half-pounded goods confessed on the spot.

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

For a while, everyone's eyes in the Junior Detective Group were "poking" Conan.

"That guy in Mizuma......" Miwako Sato's expression was as if Mizuma owed her two million dollars, "That guy went to visit the family of Taichuan Fifty Li, so I came to receive you, but at this time that guy should also come back." ”

"Someone is talking about me?" said Mizuma, who stepped into the transcription room with one foot.

In fact, Miwako Sato planned to take care of these little ghosts in her office at the beginning, and she didn't take these little ghosts seriously due to the influence of Mizuma Moon. It's just that these serious little ghosts have to argue that they should come to the transcription room, but Miwako Sato brought them here in a daze.

"yes, these little ghosts haven't seen you in a long time, and I miss you. Miwako Sato deliberately pretended not to care and replied, and then asked, "How is Fifty Li's family?"

"The mood is stable, but they want to catch the prisoner and give him fifty miles to do the work. Mizumatsuki's eyes dimmed, and she replied truthfully. Then focus on the notes of the imps.

Mizumatsuki glanced at it, and immediately saw the abstract masterpiece, picked it up and looked at it, and said, "Hmm, the painting is not bad!"

Miwako Sato's face was overjoyed, but she saw Mizuma Moon say to Yuanta: "You drew it, it's good." ”

Yuan...... Motota, Miwako Sato's face froze directly, obviously for Mizumatsuki, this painting is Motota's style.

But Yuan Tai didn't think so, he felt that it was an insult to him for Mizuma Moon to hang this painting on his head, and he glared angrily at Mizumatsu.

Looking at Yuantai's appearance, Mizuma Yue reacted that it was not painted by Yuantai, and looked at Mitsuhiko with an incredulous expression: "You painted it, I can't see it, young man." "The subtext is that your kid's polite painting style is so rough.

Mitsuhiko shook his head very politely, this time Mizuma Yue was a little confused, his eyes swept over the three Lori, Abu Mei Gray Yuan Mourning Avia, he didn't think about it at all, and finally his eyes locked on Conan, although he didn't speak, but his eyes directly revealed mockery: Alas, boy!

Conan uses the dead fish's eyes to tell Mizuma that the painting is not his handiwork.

"Eh, you're kidding me, aren't you? It's not you, it's not you, it can't be the cat!" Mizuma Moon has always been unhappy, and the successive situations directly made him angry.

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

However, what finally made him feel that something was wrong, Takagi's face was full of writing: "Sir, you are in trouble." And Shiratori's face was gloating: "Sample, you're done now." ”

Mizuma looked at Miwako Sato, whose expression was still frozen on her face with a half-smiling expression, took a deep breath, and said to herself: "It seems that the prisoner has news again, I have to go and see." After saying that, he ran away, and for a few seconds he couldn't even hear the sound of footsteps.

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

No, it wouldn't be useful to stay. Everyone replied in their hearts.

On Mizuma's side, Mizumatsuki casually kicked the abstract masterpiece into his pants pocket, and saw that there were no pursuers behind him and went straight into the office.

In his office, there was an oversized map of Tokyo, twice as large as the one he had hung on the whiteboard with his memories of that day, and I don't know from which archive he pulled it from.

Mizuma marked the new arson point on the map, and the five locations before that had been circled in red, and various pencil lines could be faintly seen on the map, but they had been erased, but the modus operandi was not very clean, and many lines could be seen.

Looking at the map steadily, Mizuma's gaze kept wandering in the six red circles, but after a few minutes, he still had no clue and had to give up, and walked out of the office with a sigh.