"Huh? Māori detective: Do you still take children when you go out? ”

Kakudo Town, in front of Miyazawa's house.

The woman wrapped in a black down jacket couldn't help but be stunned when she opened the car door and saw the child sitting in the back seat for the first time.

If memory serves, Kogoro Mori called and said he was going to the Metropolitan Police Department.

But this ...... Going to the Metropolitan Police Department with a child?

"Don't bother with this little ghost Mrs. Miyazawa, my daughter will go to the Metropolitan Police Department to pick him up later." Glancing at Conan Edogawa, who was still pretending to be cute, and after giving him a warning look, Maori Kogoro instantly changed his face, and continued to maintain his image in front of the client in a good voice, seeing the corners of Conan's mouth twitch.

If it weren't for the fact that he was alone now and had no legitimate reason to stay in the Metropolitan Police Department, where would he still be angry, as soon as Kudo Shinichi's name came out, he would be able to walk sideways in the entire Metropolitan Police Department.

If it weren't for the two men in black......

Routinely gave Miyazawa Yuka a moe too, and Conan, who was sitting by the window, had his thoughts drifting again after the car started.

In fact, the reason why he wanted to go to the Metropolitan Police Department as soon as possible was another very important reason besides the case itself - the bugging device.

After the Shinkansen bombing earlier, because Katsumi Uehara led a team to clean up the scene too quickly, Conan simply did not have time to recover the bugging.

It's fine if there are no fingerprints, but what's worse is that the bugging device is stained with his fingerprints.

But if the police find out, there will be a very strange situation - Kudo Shinichi, who has no record of buying tickets at all, "appears" on the Shinkansen.

However, probably because the bombing was not an isolated case, the police, who had been involved in most of the serial killings, did not seem to have begun to investigate the bugging device mixed in the pile of evidence.

At least Conan hasn't heard any rumors of "Kudo Shinichi" yet.

Considering the sound he had heard through the bugging while taking notes, Conan felt that he still needed to get rid of the bag - that is, replace the bugging device with his own fingerprint for one without his own fingerprint.

If you have the opportunity and can do it.

"Hoo ......"

Thinking of this, Edogawa Conan couldn't help but take a deep breath and subconsciously clenched his fists.

The secret of his body's shrinkage must not be revealed.

God knows if there's anyone in the Metropolitan Police Department who is in the black-clad organization, if any......

More than twenty minutes later.

When Conan, who was sitting in the back seat, could already see the Metropolitan Police Department door, a pink EVO that he remembered very well suddenly turned out of the corner and took away his sight with an extremely dashing drifting stop.

A bright red Mazda followed, followed by several police cars.

"If Yumi sees you driving like this, a ticket will definitely be indispensable."

Miwako Sato, who closed the door after getting out of the car, had no consciousness that she had also been a drag racing maniac, which made Katsumi Uehara laugh involuntarily: "I'm working on a case, and I'm not running laps in Akinayama, what are you afraid of."

"Akinayama?"

"A place that gets very exciting every night, if you want to know, I'll take you around when the case is over."

"Excuse me, it shouldn't be a good place to listen to your tone."

Miwako Sato, who was holding two documents, slapped one of them on her partner's chest, raised her head and raised her eyebrows: "Moreover, I should be more familiar with the drag racing zone in Tokyo than you." ”

"I can't say for sure." Holding the document that slipped from his chest with his right hand, Katsumi Uehara flicked the top of the folder with his left hand, and kept up with Sato's footsteps without saying anything, and both of them stepped into the elevator.

"According to this information, Keiichi Kirino, who was captured by us yesterday, did not lie. Our colleague asked his wife's colleague and his daughter's teacher and classmates, and it was true that he hadn't seen anyone in days.

"In addition, according to Keiichi Kirino's gym colleagues, Keiichi Kirino often has problems with inattention and impatience during this time, so he also has communication conflicts with several gym members, and now he should be worried about his wife and children."

Taking advantage of the elevator to rise, Katsumi Uehara, who quickly went through the information in his hand, briefly summarized the results of his colleagues' visit to this poor man.

"Human nature, is there anything else?"

"No, neither the surveillance of the apartment building where he lives nor the place where he works has found anything abnormal, and now it seems that the possibility of using him as a breakthrough is very small."

After arriving on the floor, the two stepped out of the elevator, the sound of their shoes tapping on the hallway. Pushing open the door of the three-department office area, the first thing Miwako Sato, who was resolute, did was to ask Takasugi Toshihiko to take to the interrogation room.

"Toshihiko Takasugi will leave it to me, and Yuka Miyazawa should be almost there, I'll leave it to you, Uehara."

"No problem."

Katsumi Uehara held the document bag in one hand and made an OK gesture towards Miwako Sato with the other. After watching her figure leave, he paced to the blackboard with the case analysis and pasted the interview content in the folder.

"Messenger of God......"

After completing this work, Katsumi Uehara sat down in a chair, pinched the metal card wrapped in the evidence bag in his hand, and crossed Jiro's legs into deep thought.

[The fierce beast's eyes are red with hunger amid the cheers, and the mournful warrior in despair swings his deadly spear at his companion;

The bright flowers cheered for the victors, and the life in the cage shrank in a corner and trembled.

Time passes, years change;

God's chosen messengers listened to pious prayers and witnessed the absurd epic once again unfolding in this world of sorrow and sin.

When the blood is accompanied by a salute to awaken the dead gods, the punishment has begun;

I am an oracle of God.

May God have mercy on the world, Amen. 】

The first two sentences literally refer to the Colosseum in ancient Rome, and considering that it was impossible for a prisoner to kill in Italy, it should be an image.

Other words...... Is there a place in Tokyo that resembles the Colosseum?

Football?

Instinctively, the first building that comes to mind for Katsumi Uehara is the modern football stadium – the two sides of the competition, the spectators, the struggle.

These factors are satisfied.

But if it's a football field, what do these latter words mean?

And it's February, and the football stadiums in Tokyo are empty during the winter break.

Considering the habits of the prisoner so far, Katsumi Uehara did not believe that a stadium with no casualties would be the first choice for the prisoner to detonate the bomb.

The football field should also be intimately connected to God.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt like I had walked into a dead end, Katsumi Uehara chewed gum one by one, and his brows were furrowed.

Damn, why is this case so troublesome, it can catch up with the special or theatrical version.