It's the middle of the night, the sky is getting white, and the interrogation room of the Tokyo Police Department's Search Section is a little more lively than usual. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The legendary "Flower of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department" is sitting in the main seat without saying a word, with Shiratori on her left, Takagi on her right, and Twilight Thirteen standing behind her. But it was obviously a three-hall trial posture, but their expressions were very strange, they wanted to get angry but were helpless, even Sato, who usually had a strong sense of justice, was flushed at this time, and he wanted to laugh but was embarrassed.

"Name?"

"I don't know..."

"Age?"

"I don't know..."

"Origin?"

"I don't know..."

"......" The police flower closed the interrogation book, looked at the little white face sitting upright opposite, and sighed for a while before saying, "Thank you for saving me, but do you know that you killed someone?" ”

Xiao Baiyan shouted in disbelief: "Hey, hey, that guy was obviously kicked to death by you, don't let me carry this pot!" ”

"The autopsy report is out, and you are still quibbling!" Sato slapped the table and became inexplicably excited: "You'd better tell me everything you know, and we can help you intercede in front of the judge." But if you've been this way, don't blame us for being rude! ”

"I've had amnesia," the little white face spread his hands, full of grievances.

"You..." Sato stood up angrily, but the fat man behind him held her shoulder, signaling her not to be impulsive.

Twilight Thirteen's expression was a little subtle at the moment, he had read the report of the forensic class, and the guy who attacked the police flower had multiple fractures all over his body. But there were no fatal wounds. After a more detailed autopsy, they were surprised to find that the deceased's heart had been violently attacked, and the force almost killed him instantly.

Sato obviously can't do that. And this little white face, who claims to have amnesia, has become the only suspect.

On the one hand, he acted bravely, not only saving the police flower shoes, but also saving the face of the Tokyo Police Department; On the other hand, Twilight has reason to suspect that this guy is someone in his own system, special forces? Or maybe it's a more advanced intelligence service? In a word. His background is absolutely terrifying.

Just as Twilight was about to confess to the other party, the door of the interrogation room suddenly opened, and a burly middle-aged man with a scar on his face walked in.

"Officer Matsumoto!" Several people stood up. looked at his boss in surprise.

And what they were even more surprised was that Matsumoto Kiyocho, who was usually not smiling, just nodded to them slightly, and then walked up to the little white face like a spring breeze and personally helped him open the handcuffs. He shook his hands together and smiled, "Mr. Baker." Thanks to your help from the FBI this time, I would like to thank you on behalf of the Tokyo Police Department Search Section! ”

“fbi？！” Sato looked at Maori Hitomi in disbelief, only to see the seemingly weak little white face smiling at himself, with some apology in his eyes. The police flower immediately looked away, and an unnatural flush flashed across her face.

Cut ~ a little white face that gets carried away!

……

When the alarm clock rang in Conan's ears, the sun was shining silently on the empty bed next to him, and he suddenly woke up.

"I'm here—" Conan looked around blankly, and the date on the electronic alarm clock showed that a day had passed. And his last memory is still the moment when he jumped out of the window with the antidote. The memory of a day and a night seemed to be erased out of thin air, which made him feel a little inexplicable.

Then Conan found himself in a set of pajamas at some point. There was no trace of the antidote in the coat he wore yesterday, which made him have a vague bad premonition, especially when he noticed that Hitomi Maori's bed was cold.

Hurriedly changing his clothes, Conan rushed downstairs, but just happened to bump into the mustache who came out with a tie and bread in his mouth, and the mustache glared: "You started messing around early in the morning?!" ”

"Uncle, where did Hitomi go?"

"Hitomi-chan?" The mustache's face suddenly became a little strange, "He called and said that he was going to stay at his sister's house for two days..."

"Sister?!" Conan was dumbfounded.

"How do I know, your relatives don't know and still come to ask me?" The mustache gave him a pop.

"What about Sister Xiaolan?"

"Oh, she didn't come back either, saying she went to the garden's house... Tut-tut, I think it may be a new boyfriend~" The mustache glanced at Conan triumphantly, and he didn't know what he meant by this underwhelming expression.

Conan was angry, but when he thought about it, he felt that something was wrong. Xiao Hitomi didn't come back, Xiao Lan didn't come back, and he happened to such a strange thing, there must be something to do with it... Maybe Gray Plains knows all this?

Thinking of this, he immediately put on his coat and rushed out of the door, "I'm going to school!" ”

"Stinky boy! You don't bring a schoolbag to school?! The mustache roared downstairs, but Conan was long gone.

The mustache muttered a few times, walked to the table and sat down slowly.

All of a sudden, the room was empty again, and even the freshly baked bread seemed to have lost its taste. After half a ring, the mustache sighed softly, pulled out a dirty picture from his pocket, and then looked at it carefully, trying to find any clues inside.

The person in the photo is very blurry, probably taken secretly from some hidden angle, and two men can be vaguely seen chatting while smoking cigarettes, and even their faces are not clear.

The only thing that is recognizable is the color of their clothes.

The color that gradually blends in with the night.

……

By the time Miwako Sato walked out of the police station, the sun was already hanging high. Although she was used to such busy days, after an attack, she just wanted to go home and take a good shower and get a good night's sleep.

But soon she felt that such a wish was about to be frustrated, because in front of her sight, a man sat there with his back to her, feeling very lonely and lonely.

Isn't that guy long gone? Why are you still here?

With such a question, Sato subconsciously took a few steps towards it, but immediately stopped.

From her point of view, you can just see his expression, a little hesitant and a little lonely. Although he has a very young face and always looks like he is lost and does not pay for his life, his eyes are a little vicissitudes, as if he has experienced countless years and has countless intriguing stories.

You can't help but want to explore.

"Phew! Look for a yarn! Sato blushed and stopped her behavior, turned and walked in the other direction, she really didn't want this self-acquainted guy to have anything to do with each other.

"Oh ha-yo~" The familiar tone really sounded, and I don't know how the little white face knew that she was behind her, and rushed to her side almost in the blink of an eye.

The police flower frowned, and her eyes clearly revealed disgust: "What are you doing?" The FBI can flirt with girls on the street? ”

Hitomi Maori scratched her head in embarrassment, although she didn't know how Kiyocho Matsumoto knew her identity, but such exposure was obviously not a good thing. Especially now it's uncertain if the guy who escaped yesterday was successfully sniped by another person.

Thinking of this, he looked at the angry police flower boy shoes and said, "Cooperate, so maybe you will believe me." ”

"What a joke! You don't know the identities of those people, why should we cooperate with you!? ”

"Looks like you're mistaken," Hitomi Maori smiled and shook her finger, "I mean working with you alone, because those guys' goal isn't a terrorist attack, it's not against the Tokyo Police Department, it's you, Miss Miwako Sato." ”

"What?" Sato frowned, and looked at the little white face suspiciously, "Targeting me?" I haven't been in charge of any cases lately..."

"I don't know why, so I want you to tell me everything that has happened recently, and then I can gradually rule out the possibility. But you have to know... Those guys are definitely more terrifying than you realize. ”

Probably because the expression of Xiaobai's face was too serious, the face of the police flower boy finally relaxed, "Then you tell me who those people are first." ”

"That's a long story," Hitomi Maori pushed her shoulders and walked towards the red sports car next to her, "Let's talk as we go, and accompany me to meet someone by the way." ”

"Hey, hey, how do you know this is my car!" Sato was not used to such intimacy, his face gradually turned red, and after a while, he reacted and shouted, "See you sister!" I'm not your driver! ”

Xiao Bai's face suddenly became very strange: "That's right, just to see my sister..."

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Recently, there has been a bit of a miasma in the book review section. I opened a top discussion building, where ideas, opinions, and suggestions were posted, and I would top it myself every day. If I sincerely point out the problems in this book, I humbly accept them or give my own reasonable explanations. However, if you have been unreasonable and have a sense of existence, you will be deleted or banned.

Also, a kid's shoe asked me how long I planned to finish the book. Here, I will simply explain it uniformly, because this book does not plan to be the plot of the original book, and the main plot I set will be officially completed. It is expected to be around June. (To be continued.) )