“…… I know, protect the scene, we'll be there right away. ”

Miwako Sato's low tone caused the other two people in the office to stop attacking each other's childish behavior, and Katsumi Uehara turned his head to look at his partner's obviously unsmiling expression, and said inexplicably: "What's wrong Sato, did something happen?" ”

"A new victim has appeared in Uehara, and we have to go." After hanging up the phone, she took a deep breath to calm the surging emotions in her heart, and Miwako Sato said more restrained.

Katsumi Uehara understood in seconds, turned around and said goodbye to his friend: "It seems that the prisoner can't bear the loneliness first, so he will go first, and when the case is over, he will invite you to dinner." ”

"Well, be careful."

With his hands in the pockets of his white coat, Ashi nodded and watched as the two hurriedly pushed the door away with the autopsy report.

On the corridor of the floor, the two people in a hurry perfectly blended into the atmosphere of the hospital.

"What's the situation?"

"Sayuri Matsumoto may have had an accident, Takagi and Chiba went to her rented apartment to ask her about it, only to find that she was not there at all, and the killer's iconic metal card was still on the ground."

"Sayuri Matsumoto?"

As soon as he heard the victim's name, Katsumi Uehara instantly frowned: "Did this madman take drugs and spoil his brain?" ”

Regardless of the identity of the fiancée of the heir of the Takasugi Foundation, her father is the administrator of the Metropolitan Police Department's Search Division.

"Obviously yes, if the killer has drugs."

Miwako Sato, who walked to the staff parking lot, saw her red Mazda and raised her hand without looking back: "He even calls himself a messenger of God." ”

"A messenger of God?"

Twenty-three minutes later, Rice Flower Town, Sayuri Matsumoto's house.

The entrance of the apartment, where several police cars have been parked at the door, attracts the attention of residents from time to time, and the angry EVO and Mazda, which finally have a chance to roar again after many days, are parked in front of the apartment building-

The two figures got out of the car and hurried upstairs after showing their documents.

"Chiba, Takagi."

Miwako Sato, who stepped out of the elevator, pushed open the door of 602 on the spot, and the layout of the room came into view in an instant-

One bedroom, two living rooms, one kitchen and one bathroom, although the sparrows are small, they are all in all directions.

Near the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room, two figures who were still discussing something with the police officers turned their heads when they heard the voice coming from behind them: "Sato, Uehara, you are here." ”

"How's it going?" After nodding to the surrounding police officers and saying hello, Miwako Sato stepped forward and asked.

"You may not believe it, but according to the surveillance footage, Sayuri Matsumoto was not kidnapped."

"What did you say?"

Miwako Sato, who heard Chiba say this, frowned: "Don't tell me that the floor-to-ceiling window in this living room was broken by herself, and this metal card was put here by herself." ”

"Judging by the surveillance of the apartment, this is very likely." Wataru Takagi beckoned to the two who were late, dropped the laptop on the coffee table in the living room, and hit the enter key with the middle finger of his right hand-

In the surveillance footage, a long-haired woman in a pale white down jacket hurriedly walked out of the apartment with a bag, and the time showed that it was 10:46 p.m. yesterday.

Since then, until the fast forward to this morning, Takagi and Chiba have come to the door, and Matsumoto Sayuri has not appeared in the surveillance screen.

“……”

No matter how many times Takagi turned it upside down, the result was always the same.

Miwako Sato propped her hands on the coffee table, biting her lip back and forth while her eyes were fixed on the screen. His expression was solemn and he didn't say a word.

"You're going out so late...... What about the monitoring of intersections? Can you help us determine the location of Sayuri Matsumoto? Frowning at the floor-to-ceiling windows that had been pierced from the inside, Katsumi Uehara turned his head and asked.

"It's been confirmed, and Sayuri Matsumoto appeared in Kakudo Town around midnight, but then there was no trace." Flipping through the small book that recorded the case, Chiba Kazushin gave a surprising result.

"Kakutocho? Is there anything unusual in the footage? ”

"Yes, compared to the way she dressed when she went out, Sayuri Matsumoto who appeared in Kakudo Town didn't have a handbag in her hand, so it's reasonable to assume that she put it somewhere. Our guys are already investigating nearby guesthouses, but no results yet. ”

Chiba and Shin who closed the book sighed sadly, and just said the follow-up action, but unexpectedly ushered in a basin of cold water from Katsumi Uehara-

"Guesthouses vs hotels are not very likely. Sayuri Matsumoto should have been called out by the murderer. That is, the killer is well aware that she should be exposed to unbreached surveillance.

"So either it's just a trick, Sayuri Matsumoto is still in Rice Flower Town; Or, she's in a family in Kakutocho.

"The murderer knows very well that the police will definitely investigate whether it is a cover-up or not. In the case of hotels and hotels, there is a great risk of being detected by the police. ”

Katsumi Uehara bit the nail of his right thumb and said thoughtfully, "The question now is, what did the murderer say to Sayuri Matsumoto to make her cooperate so much without doing anything or saying anything-"

Suddenly, Katsumi Uehara seemed to think of something, and his voice stopped abruptly.

"Toshihiko Takasugi."

"Toshihiko Takasugi."

A voice sounded almost at the same time, Katsumi Uehara turned his head, just in time for Miwako Sato, who was also looking up at him: "To make her fiancée willing to go into danger alone, it seems that our rich second generation is still hiding a lot of things." ”

"Yuka Miyazawa said that her husband accidentally knew the secret, does she know?" Miwako Sato, who also thought of the Miyazawa Shin car accident case, looked at her partner.

"Her previous confession was that she didn't know."

Shaking his phone, Katsumi Uehara decisively dialed the phone-

"Maori detectives? It's me, Katsumi Uehara. Yes, please bring your client to the Metropolitan Police Department. ”

"Now? Well, I see. ”

Maori Detective Agency, 2nd floor.

Mori Kogoro, who was working seriously, hung up the phone, and his eyebrows were a little puzzled. As a former detective, he could hear something wrong in Katsumi Uehara's voice.

Thinking about it, he was not slow in his hands, and called his client.

Conan Edogawa, who was lying on the sofa watching TV on the weekend, was so bored that he almost yawned, and his ears suddenly pricked up when he heard the movement from Kogoro Mori.

"Xiaolan, I'm going to the Metropolitan Police Department, I shouldn't have to cook my meal at noon today."

"Okay Dad, be careful on the road."

"Hmm."

Mori Kogoro, who was wearing a blazer, straightened his collar and paced downstairs, where the Honda he had rented from a rental car for the case was parked next to the café.

"Conan, there are only the two of us left in the house at noon today, what do you want to eat?"

After Kogoro left, the virtuous Moriran had just sorted out the cigarette butts and beer cans on the desk, and his gentle words had not been heard back for a long time.

"Conan?"

Puzzled, Maolilan turned his head, where was Conan's shadow on the sofa in the living room.

"Conan?!"

On the Honda car, Mori Kogoro, who had almost driven to the client's house in Kakuto Town, was just about to roll down the window and light a cigarette, when he caught a direct glimpse of the small head that suddenly appeared in the rearview mirror out of the corner of his eye, and his temples suddenly jumped suddenly after being stunned for a moment-

"Oh yes! Yay, what a soft cushion! Uncle Maori, this is the most comfortable car I've ever ridden. ”

As if he had seen a new world, Conan Edogawa put on his big pie face and said in an innocent voice, which made Mori Kogoro swallow back the anger that had already surged into his mouth.

This little imp......

What a sin!

"Uncle is going to work, not to go out to play, little ghost, don't you make trouble for me!"

"Good~"

Conan, who raised his right hand, sold moe.

"Really, how did Xiaolan do it, she can't even look at a child......"

Conan, who got into the car, didn't hear Maori Kogoro's muttering, sat in the back seat and shook a pair of small short legs, turning his head to look at the fast-moving street scene outside the window.