Not to mention anything else, the scale of this crime alone is the largest Katsumi Uehara has ever seen since he started his career, and the facts of the case are also the most complicated he has ever seen since he started his career.

Not to mention the bomb, which is the equality of all beings.

How to look at how to have a headache.

He has been a policeman for a year, and it is unlucky that he can still have such a case.

Turning the pen in his hand, Katsumi Uehara, who had gradually made up his mind in his heart, took the notebook and began to type the draft of the application.

Regardless of whether this conjecture is correct or not, as a police officer, you can't let go of even the slightest possibility, even if there is a 99% probability that this possibility will be in vain in the end.

There are so many large soccer fields in Tokyo that the members of the Explosive Ordnance Disposal Team (EOD) team must cooperate in investigating each of them.

And just as he was about to start writing hard, Kogoro Maori arrived.

To be more precise, it was Yuka Miyazawa who arrived.

"Uehara Criminal."

"Maori detectives? You're really competent as a guardian. Seeing Conan, the classic blue suit skin version of Kogoro Mori who was next to him, Katsumi Uehara felt an indescribable weirdness in his heart.

Maori Kogoro, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, could only smile awkwardly, and took out what he had said to Yuka Miyazawa before: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Uehara Criminal, my daughter is already on her way to pick up Conan, and he will definitely not run around and affect your work." ”

"It's okay, understood."

Katsumi Uehara, who put down his pen and paper, beckoned to a certain idle police officer not far away: "Tado, please come and make a record for the Maori detective, mainly to ask about the content of the case, and then arrange this child named Conan Edogawa." ”

"Okay."

The police officer who was called answered, and then looked at the workstations of Takagi and Chiba, and said with some curiosity: "What about Takagi and Chiba?" ”

"Both of them were out there looking into serial killings."

Katsumi Uehara, who returned to his workstation and took the record book, beckoned to Yuka Miyazawa, who was wearing a black down jacket, and turned his head when he heard this: "There are two new clues that they need to follow, and they won't be able to come back for a while." ”

After the autopsy, the first doctor who needs to be investigated, the deceased, and the Suzuki freight driver who was found to be related to the murderer, in the case of Katsumi Uehara himself having to come back to inquire about Yuka Miyazawa, these two lines can only be handed over to Chiba and Takagi.

"Little ghost, don't run around and make trouble for people, understand?"

"Good~"

On the other hand, Kogoro Mori, who had warned Conan, was also taken away by the police for information related to the case.

Watching the departure of the four figures, Conan, who was still honestly looking like a good baby, suddenly jumped out of the chair, turned his head left and right to look around, and pressed the button on the frame of the tracking glasses.

Suddenly, a map showing directions appeared on the lens of the right glass.

It's just that after seeing the location of the target displayed on the map, Conan couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and even gently pulled down his glasses to confirm it.

What's going on, this policeman called Katsumi Uehara...... The evidence box is just on your desk?

Conan, who was full of doubts, did find his bugging device in the box after stepping on the chair......

Is it because I'm too busy, so I haven't been checking it out?

………………………………………………

"That day...... Thank you for holding the umbrella for me and holding me up. ”

In the inquiry room, a look of embarrassment appeared on the face of the woman sitting on the chair after pushing the door open: "I didn't expect us to meet again in this way." ”

"That's what any gentlemanly man would do, and I didn't expect us to meet again this way." Katsumi Uehara, who closed the door, smiled and pulled out a chair and sat down, placing the notebook and pen in the corner of the table, staring at the woman in front of him.

The elegant black down jacket hides the good figure, the jet-black hair ends are coiled in a circle at the back of the head, and a pair of fluffy boots are stepped on under the blue jeans;

The facial features that are not too delicate are painted with light makeup, and the sadness between the eyebrows is reduced compared to the entrance of the Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office.

"You are suddenly coming to me for questioning, is there any progress in my husband's case?" Yuka Miyazawa looked at the man in front of her with hope.

"Ahem, barely, but we have to make sure of one thing before we make a decision." Katsumi Uehara pursed his lips, coughed, and nodded: "Mrs. Miyazawa, did your husband tell you in detail what the secret he knew was before his death?" ”

"Secret? Haven't I answered this question before, you can look at my transcripts, I don't know anything. ”

Yuka Miyazawa, who thought it was a breakthrough question, was puzzled in her eyes: "Another reason why I hired the Maori detective was because I wanted him to help find out what this secret was, and I think it was this secret that led to my husband's murder." ”

"Okay, that's a different question. Where were you between 8 and 10 p.m. last night? Katsumi Uehara, who was resting his elbows on the table, leaned forward slightly, his eyes staring at every inch of the expression on the woman's face.

"8 to 10 o'clock? I finished meeting the people from the insurance company and went home. ”

Yuka Miyazawa, who gradually reacted to why she was questioned again, turned dark: "Wait a minute, Officer Uehara, are you suspicious of me?" Suspect that I killed my husband?

"What are you kidding, why are you policemen more outrageous than the other?!"

"No, no, no, Mrs. Miyazawa, you're too worried, I'm just asking as usual." Katsumi Uehara, who waved his hand, smiled gently: "So, that means you've been at home in Kakudo since 10 o'clock last night?" ”

Yuka Miyazawa, who took a deep breath, couldn't hide her dissatisfaction: "Yes." ”

"And what did you do at home? Bath? Bath? Or cut fruit? Cleaning? ”

"Take a shower first, then change clothes, clean and wash the furniture; Then I prayed for my husband and went to bed after the prayer. ”

"Did Sayuri Matsumoto arrive at your house around midnight?"

Yuka Miyazawa, who subconsciously opened her mouth, was about to answer, but the words that came to her mouth suddenly paused, and she raised her eyes to look at Katsumi Uehara, and her tone was implicitly angry: "Officer Uehara, what do you mean?" ”

"Literally."

The gentle smile on the corner of Katsumi Uehara's mouth gradually converged, and the index finger of his right hand tapped the table regularly: "You just need to answer whether I am or no." ”

"It's not."

"Very good, next question, how long have you known Sayuri Matsumoto?"

"I don't know what nonsense you're talking about, I don't even know her! I only know her fiancée Toshihiko Takasugi, and we haven't met once at all. ”

The woman's tone was a little impatient in her voice, which kept waving her hands in emphatic expression: "What do you want to ask Officer Uehara?" ”

"What kind of car did you drive last night to meet the people from the insurance company?"

"My own car."

"Car model?"

"Mercedes."

"What's for dinner?"

"Sushi."

"Where's the food?"

"Iroha Sushi Restaurant, I met with the insurance company when I came out of the Maori Detective Agency, Officer Uehara, what the hell are you-"

Katsumi Uehara's eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw the right moment to interrupt: "Then what did you do when you got home last night?" ”

"Didn't I say that?! Soak in the bath, cut fruit, and clean the furniture—"

Yuka Miyazawa, who was completely impatient, paused, and her voice stopped abruptly.

Katsumi Uehara pressed the ballpoint pen a few times, opened the notebook and made a "please" gesture to her.

“……”

Yuka Miyazawa, who pursed her lips, showed a little helplessness between her eyebrows: "I do know Sayuri Matsumoto, I used to look for her after my husband died. ”

"For what? Kill her to avenge your husband? ”

"What? No, no, no, I was looking for her to win her over. ”

Hearing this, Yuka Miyazawa's head suddenly shook like a rattle: "At that time, the police planned to close the case of my husband's death as an accidental car accident, and I had no choice but to woo Miss Matsumoto, because her father was the management officer of the Metropolitan Police Department's Search Division. ”

"Wooing? You? Katsumi Uehara, who hadn't written a few words yet, stopped his pen and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"I saw the secret he discovered in my husband's USB stick, so I plan to use this secret to win over Miss Matsumoto."

Yuka Miyazawa sighed: "But Miss Matsumoto said that she had known about this for a long time, and I didn't succeed in wooing her, so I could only kneel down and beg Miss Reiko Kujo shamelessly." ”

"You already know? What secret? ”

"Toshihiko Takasugi plans to poison his fiancée, Sayuri Matsumoto, on his wedding day."

“……”

"It's true, I'm not lying!" Seeing Katsumi Uehara's speechless expression, Yuka Miyazawa, who thought he didn't believe him, hurriedly said, "My husband must have been killed because he knew this secret!" ”

"So, what the hell were you doing last night?"

“…… I'm trying to bribe some people with money......" Yuka Miyazawa paused in her tone, "It's not the kind that can see the light." ”

“…… You-"

"What do you say?!!!"

As soon as Katsumi Uehara's voice came out, a loud voice suddenly came from outside the inquiry room, which was enough to shock ordinary people-

"Check! Check it out!! Can't even catch it at the door of the Metropolitan Police Department?! Check it out!! ”

Twilight's roar was deafening, and Katsumi Uehara, who was puzzled, couldn't help but get up and open the door, leaning against the door frame and looking in the direction of the office area.

"What's going on???"

"I don't know."

"It seems that the criminal of the serial murder case sent another letter to the Metropolitan Police Department, saying that the chips are in place, and the game begins."

——？！

Katsumi Uehara, who was leaning against the door frame, heard the discussion of his colleagues, and his pupils shrank suddenly!