The magnificent neon lights swirled across the man's face through the car window, and EVO, who had left from the door of Sato's house, did not rush home, but turned the corner and drove in the other direction.

The hustle and bustle of the night is accompanied by the bustling street scene, and the car body glows brightly in the moonlight with the constant sound of the engine.

Rice flower town, 9-chome 23 banji.

Katsumi Uehara, who got out of the car, showed his ID to the staff who were still cleaning up the scene at night, put on gloves and masks, and scooped up the cordon and walked inside.

"Uehara Criminal, why are you here?"

"I don't have a clue about the case, go back to the scene of the crime and take a look. Leave me alone, just keep cleaning up. ”

After waving his hand to signal that the person in charge of the scene did not need to take care of himself, he looked intently at the ruins that had obviously been cleared out of a large vacant lot, Katsumi Uehara chewed gum, stepped on a pile of gravel with his right foot, and looked around with his hands on his hips-

The blood-stained surface has not yet been washed away, and there are plenty of restaurant ingredients everywhere in the crevices of the rubble.

He was busy with the Takasugi Foundation all afternoon, and only in the evening did he have time to return to the scene of the crime.

"Tricked Shiratori into coming here, that is, in order to confirm whether he had a prisoner or not, he must have appeared near this store, but Chiba didn't find any suspicious figures in the surveillance at all."

Rethinking the fact that the restaurant hadn't exploded at the time, Katsumi Uehara tried to bring in what he had encountered at the Takasugi Group that afternoon—

"Considering that the prisoner had threatened that Kirino, it is very likely that he also threatened someone to make him sit in the dining room with the naked eye instead of himself, and it is not far from Shiratori......"

Pacing to the spot where he had spotted Shiratori in the morning, Katsumi Uehara turned his head to calculate the direction: "Or, it's the surveillance of this restaurant." But the monitoring room is next to the back kitchen, not far from the source of the explosion......"

Looking for someone to watch the surveillance instead?

Or just find someone to be the human eye?

Also, why did the prisoner choose this new store when it opened?

And how did he get the bomb into this store?

The bomb that can blow up the Shinkansen is not small, so a large lump of things should be very eye-catching no matter where it is placed in the restaurant, and there are so many waiters who come and go every day in this restaurant, and no one has noticed anything unusual?

Even the owner of the restaurant was killed, or was the eighth person the prisoner really wanted to kill was the owner of the restaurant?

After walking less than two steps into the depths of the ruins, Katsumi Uehara, who suddenly felt the soles of his feet go soft, frowned. Looking down, several bullfrogs that had been killed by the explosion were trampled to smithereens

"Damn."

Katsumi Uehara, who couldn't help but curse secretly, could only find a boulder with a sharper edge, stepped on the sole of his shoe and rubbed it.

Someone not far away noticed his embarrassment, and immediately reminded him kindly: "Shangyuan Criminal, be careful, the more you go inside, the more these things are, this restaurant is newly opened, and there are a lot of goods." ”

"Okay, I see, thanks-"

Well?

Katsumi Uehara, who was grinding stones, suddenly paused, raised his flashlight and shone into the depths of the ruins with a frown, and the busy figure and the frog meat ingredients that caught his eye made him stunned for a few seconds.

"Uehara Criminal? Uehara Criminal? ”

"I'm fine, sorry to interrupt your work."

Katsumi Uehara, who came back to his senses, suddenly had a touch of brightness in his eyes, took out his mobile phone and took a few photos of the mess at the scene, and then asked, "Have you seen the fragments of the packaging bags of these ingredients?" Is there any residue? It is better to have a product batch and a production company. ”

"Yes, but the information is incomplete." An on-site staff member handed over a box containing several tattered bags that had already stinked.

Even with a mask, Katsumi Uehara could still smell a bloody stench after opening it.

"Thanks, that's enough."

In the puzzled eyes of others, Katsumi Uehara, who took the box, took it directly back to the car and drove away.

Metropolitan Police Department, a brightly lit three-series office area.

Katsumi Uehara returned to the blackboard full of facts and confirmed the information of the seventh deceased killed in the serial murder case, the driver of the Suzuki Foundation's freight company.

"Got you, bastard......"

Katsumi Uehara, who closed the file, immediately picked up the landline and made a call: "Hey, hello, is it Suzuki Cargo?" Is there still anyone on duty in your company? ”

………………………………………………………

"Nope."

Night, Maori Detective Agency.

Mori Kogoro, who was sitting at his desk drinking beer, involuntarily burped, and then lay on the table with a desperate face, and the few photos he held in his left hand were scattered on the table: "There is no progress at all, and the deceased of the serial murder case can't find any resemblance at all, let alone the murderer."

"The only thing that is certain now is that the murderer is related to the death of our client's husband in a car accident, because the fish tank that sank was repurchased by Mrs. Miyazawa's husband."

"Huh? But didn't Uehara Criminal arrest a person back in the afternoon? ”

Mao Lilan, who wore an apron around her waist, took off her wet gloves and hung them behind the kitchen door, and couldn't help but wonder when she heard the words. Conan Edogawa, who was sitting at the coffee table in the living room writing his elementary school homework, couldn't help but stop his pen and quietly pricked up his ears.

"Judging from the results of the transcript, that person committed the crime by the real prisoner who threatened the life of his wife and daughter, and he himself is a good person who supports charity every year."

Mori Kogoro took the photocopy he had taken from Wataru Takagi and pointed to one of them: "Oh, do you see, these are all donation records that can be found in the Red Cross." ”

"Huh? So what's on this picture? ”

Conan, who had put down his homework at some point, slipped to the table, stood on tiptoe and reached out to pull a photo from under Kogoro Mori's nose, pointing to it in confusion.

"It was a provocation sent by the prisoner to the police." Mori Kogoro, who was holding his cheek with one hand, looked impatient.

Provocation?

Picking up a few other photos at random and looking at them, Conan, who had completely forgotten about his homework, fell into deep thought as if no one was around.

No, no, this should look more like a premonition of a prisoner's crime-

"Okay little ghost, put away your set of detective games, it's not something you should watch as a child, hurry up and do your homework."

“……”

Because of his identity, Conan could only watch the stack of photos being taken from his hands by Kogoro Maori, and he had no way to resist.