"My little brother is very good at observing. However, this garbage should be discarded by tourists. ”

Officer Otaki thought about it and felt that if he was Jiichiro Numabuchi, he would definitely not be able to live so freely:

"We have a very strong wanted arrest for him, let alone going to a convenience store to sell boxed lunches, he will be found as soon as he hits the street."

"That's what someone bought for him." , Conan dragged the innocent child's voice, but his expression was sharp like an old fritter:

"The fact that he has been on the run for so long and not being caught shows that someone is probably harboring him, isn't it?"

"This ......", Otaki Goro touched his chin, and wanted to refute it, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it made sense.

Anyway, there are no other clues for the time being...... Otaki Goro raised his hand and waved, "Let's go back to that hut and have a look." ”

……

On the other side, Sakata's car also quickly drove to the door of the township councilor's house.

Like many dwellings, the house consisted of a courtyard, a small residential building, and a warehouse. However, compared with ordinary people, his house occupies a wider area, the courtyard wall is also higher, and there is a gatehouse at the door, and two people are on duty inside.

After Sakata showed his police ID card to the doorman, he was not hindered as he imagined, and the other party politely let him go, and they successfully entered the village secretary's house, however, ......

Hattori Heiji walked through the plainly decorated corridor, paused at the door of the meeting room, and looked at a group of listless middle-aged criminal policemen inside, and jumped twice on his forehead:

"Didn't you come here a long time ago, why are you still sitting here? I guess I haven't asked anything yet. ”

"There's no way, he hid in the study and refused to see anyone, saying that he was sorting out the materials for tomorrow's meeting."

The Tanaka Police Department, who took the lead, sighed haggardly, and the bags under his eyes fell heavily on his face, "We can't rush up and dig him out, it's illegal." ”

Shiraki crossed Hattori Heiji into the living room, found a single sofa to sit down, and poured himself a cup of hot tea very comfortably.

The councilor's house is very generous in entertaining guests, a pot of tea leaves is evenly stopped, and the soup is translucent, and it is the uncle who sighs next to him is very disturbing.

Hattori Heiji is not so leisurely, he now has the key information, and he is not afraid that the township secretary will not see him, and he is about to rush to the study with a menacing sentence, but he was hurriedly stopped by a group of adults, and he was educated with nonsense.

——When dealing with people like Xiang Sizong Taiyang, there are a lot of etiquettes to take into account, how can he be so nonsense.

As a result, let alone breaking through the bodyguards, Hattori Heiji couldn't even break through his own people, and in the end he could only scold and compromise.

He pushed aside the uncles who were blocking the road next to him, and found out the photo he had just gotten at the driving superintendent:

"Okay, okay, I'm not going up. It's okay to have someone pass this picture to him first, and then 'invite' him to come out and see us in person, right? ”

As he spoke, he was about to hand the photo to the nanny who had been secretly observing for a long time, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he suddenly moved, and his gaze stopped on the face of someone in the photo, and he froze.

……

"Officer Otaki. It's so strange here, there are a few mud shoe prints. Conan climbed onto the windowsill and pointed to his feet and shouted.

Otaki Gorou took the time to take a look at the bear child running all over the ground, and said weakly, "You stepped on it just now." ”

"My foot isn't that big, and it's obviously dry out......", Conan is really powerless.

There was not a single assist around him, and even the spokesperson Mori Kogoro was still sitting in the car, causing a sentence to be repeated several times before the police would pay attention to it...... Squatting on the dilapidated windowsill and watching the rain outside, Conan actually missed the other two detectives who were happily investigating the case.

Fortunately, the crazy hints still worked.

When General Otaki came to check suspiciously, Conan pointed diagonally upwards again, "Oops, it's weird there, it's the only thing that doesn't have cobwebs on that beam!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped up and climbed up with his hands on the beams of the roof, then he stood up and raised his hand to push the ceiling above his head.

As he exerted his strength, he actually "pushed" a small door out of the seemingly integrated ceiling.

This "door" has neat edges, which obviously cannot be explained by the reason that the roof is dilapidated and fragile, so it opens when you push it.

It's a man-made secret door.

Sure enough, yes! Conan smiled confidently, "It's amazing, there's an attic hidden in it." ”

He even opened the attic door, of course the police couldn't ignore it, considering that Numabuchi Jiichiro might be hiding inside, Otaki Goro hurriedly beckoned him to come down:

"It's okay, we'll take care of the rest!"

"Hmm." , Conan didn't insist anymore.

There was no light source in the attic secret room, and peeking in through the door, all he could see was pitch black, and he had no flashlight on him, so it was indeed dangerous to climb in.

After taking Conan next, Goro Otaki successfully climbed the beam of the house under the support of several police officers.

The old wooden strip made an overwhelming creak, after all, Otaki was a strong man of more than one meter and eight meters, standing on it frightened, and he didn't dare to delay, so he turned on the flashlight and shone it in the attic.

The cone-shaped pillar of light pierced through the dust and hit the wall - coincidentally, at 360 angles, he picked a random direction, and it happened to shine on a person, with an accuracy comparable to that of a stage lamp.

Goro Otaki looked at the person in the corner of the wall who had closed his eyes tightly due to the strong direct light, and was shocked.

In recent days, this face has appeared in all directions at various meetings he has participated in, and Otaki Goro has made cameos from time to time in his dreams, and of course he recognizes it at a glance at this moment:

"Jiichiro Numabuchi! I am suspected of robbers and murder......"

"Give me ......"

An eerie moan interrupted him.

Numabuchi Jiichiro was hunched on his back, skinny and skinny, and he didn't have the momentum of a murderer, but like a lost dog who had been hungry for weeks.

He stretched out his hand to Otaki Goro as if he wanted to eat, his eyebrows were blank, and he said several words upside down, which summed up in one meaning - "Give me something to eat, please." ”

"......", this dignity does not match the image of a cunning fugitive in the eyes of the police.

Looking at Jiichiro Numabuchi's left hand handcuffed to the pillar, there was a chill behind Goro Otaki.

This is harboring fugitives, this is simply captivity! Who is so daring?!

A few minutes later, Numabuchi was taken down from the attic, handcuffed, and escorted out of the house.

Conan leaned against the doorframe and posed with his arms crossed, thinking that the branch line was over. Next, just ask who controls Jiichiro Numabuchi, and everything will be simple.

was thinking about calling Shiraki and Hattori to inform him of his unexpected discovery in a low-key manner, but as soon as he took out his mobile phone, there was a sudden noise next to him.

Conan turned his head and saw that it was Jiichiro Numabuchi who had not walked steadily, and fell flat into a pile of garbage.

This is normal for a man who has been hungry for days, and Conan glanced away and looked down for the address book.

However, what he didn't see was that when he got up again, the thin murderer already had an extra Western-style kitchen knife in his hand.

A malicious smile slowly bloomed on his face covered by unkempt hair, and Jiichiro Numabuchi jerked his shoulders away from the police officer, pinching his knife and rushing towards Conan.

Hungry and hungry, his mind is still normal, and he can hear the conversation downstairs just now.

- Let your kid talk a lot!

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