"What's wrong? What happened? What's the fuss? ”

Interrogation area.

Apparently also hearing the noisy movement outside, Miwako Sato opened the door of the interrogation room and hurriedly walked out, just in time to meet Katsumi Uehara who came out of the interrogation room.

"Sounds like the prisoner sent another letter?"

Turning around, Yuka Miyazawa, who was sitting in a chair, made a gesture of not moving, and after closing the door, Katsumi Uehara and Miwako Sato walked side by side to the office area.

Dressed in an orange trench coat, Twilight Thirteen's face sank like water, and he still held a letter paper in his hand.

Beside him, there is Mori Kogoro, who has the same dignified complexion.

Miwako Sato, who didn't know why, stepped forward, frowned and asked, "Police Department, what's the situation?" ”

"See for yourselves."

With a blank face, Twilight Thirteen, who saw that the person who came was his favorite general, softened his tone a little, and handed the letter paper he was holding in his hand to her.

"The chips are in place, the prompt is distributed, and the game begins. Hope you all get the win before the game time is over, and don't let me down. Especially you, Officer Uehara, who impressed me. ”

Miwako Sato, who read out word by word according to the contents of the letterhead, suddenly raised her head, and her eyes couldn't help but turn to the man next to her.

Katsumi Uehara took a few steps forward, reached out and took the letter in his partner's hand and glanced at it: "Police Department, who sent this?" ”

"Regularly, the sender is a man named Jiro Sakai, and he is looking up detailed information about him."

Twilight Thirteen put her hands behind her back, and her tone was clearly suppressing the anger of being provoked: "I received a notice from Takagi about the kidnapping of Sayuri Matsumoto in the morning, and it is clear that this is a prisoner declaring war on our Metropolitan Police Department.

"Use Sayuri's life as a bargaining chip to declare war on us."

The huge office area could only fall into a deathly silence for a while, and the eyes of everyone present looked at the blackboard with the facts of the case combing, and the atmosphere gradually depressed.

This is a complete lunatic.

Almost instantly, the thought crossed everyone's minds.

According to Sato and Uehara-kun, there are still 12 bombs left from the Shinkansen bombers. That is, if we don't find the kidnapped Sayuri Matsumoto during the so-called game time, she will die. ”

Twilight Thirteen, who paced to the blackboard, picked up his pen and drew circles focusing on the two "bomb merchants" captured in the previous Shinkansen bombing.

"Message, message on that card!"

Miwako Sato, who had an ugly face, pulled out the metal card wrapped in the evidence bag from the evidence box: "The so-called hint of the game." ”

"This bastard ......"

Even though he is no longer a criminal policeman, Maori Kogoro, who still remembers the police years in the past, has a solemn face: "Can you show me the tips on it, Sato Criminal." ”

"Of course, Māori detectives."

Miwako Sato handed the card out, and Mori Kogoro looked at it carefully for a while, but he still couldn't see the reason.

"Uncle, show me!"

Conan, who jumped up, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and his eyes quickly swept over the contents of the card-

"You give me enough to stop, little ghost!"

Maori Kogoro, whose temples were jumping suddenly, was not used to it, and rolled up his sleeves with a punch, and Conan, who had just been jumping around, squatted directly on the ground and hugged his head, hurting to tears.

"Brother Maori, how's it going, any ideas?" Due to the super reasoning skills shown by Mori Kogoro in the previous few contacts, Twilight Thirteen sighed in his heart after looking at his subordinates and decisively asked him for help.

"Hmm...... Not yet. However, the gods and ghosts written in this notice letter, could the prisoner be some kind of clergy? Or a former clergyman? ”

Kogoro Mori, who rubbed his chin with his right index finger, made his first observation.

“…………”

The prisoner is a ghost clergyman!

This is clearly written as a highly symbolic image!

Conan, who was squatting on the ground, wiped away his hard tears, and his body that had just stood up was almost stumbled by Mori Kogoro's specious reasoning.

Shaking his head, witnessing Uncle Maori who was having a heated discussion with the police, Conan sighed, his small body quietly slipped out of the pile, paced to the blackboard and looked up at the extremely clear context of the murder on the board-

First, there are serial homicides that last one body a day. There were seven deceased, with different occupations;

secondly, it is the policeman who was bombed into the hospital in the Asahi restaurant and has not been awake until now, Renzaburo Shiratori;

Finally, there is today's Sayuri kidnapping incident.

The prisoners' actions became more radical each time.

If the prisoner is following a certain pattern, then he sent this-

Well?

Thinking about the selfless Conan, after a person appeared next to him, he suddenly came back to his senses, and was about to sacrifice the tried and tested Dafa of selling cuteness in recent times, but he found that this person didn't care about himself at all-

Like him, the man stood right in front of the blackboard. Chewing gum in his mouth, blowing a bubble from time to time, his eyes wandering back and forth on the blackboard from beginning to end.

Something's wrong, it's wrong, what the hell is this guy trying to do.

Katsumi Uehara, who wrote the prompts on the metal card in the blank space of the blackboard, frowned.

All the possible connections to the murderers that he had managed to find from the seven deceased in the serial murder case now illustrate his caution, but now two provocative letters and a criminal reminder have directly shattered this caution.

"Damn."

After scolding in a low voice, Katsumi Uehara took several deep breaths in a row, constantly reminding himself that he needed to calm down.

His train of thought cannot be disrupted, this is very likely a means thrown by the murderer to disturb the police's sight, and his thinking cannot be messed up.

Conan, who had his hands in his pockets, was looking at the criminal reminder that had just been written by Katsumi Uehara, and fell into deep thought again.

[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......]

If these two sentences refer to the Colosseum of ancient Rome, then is it the football stadium with the most similar shape or some complex sports stadium?

But if that's the case, what do the following words mean?

What does it mean?

No, it's not true, this explanation doesn't work.

"Ringing ringing!"

Suddenly, a sudden ringing of the phone immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Under the gaze of everyone behind him, Katsumi Uehara took out his mobile phone and pressed the answer button: "Takagi? ”

"I found out, Uehara Criminal!"

On the other end of the phone, Wataru Takagi's voice was obviously a little excited: "The people here at Suzuki Cargo have confirmed that one of the goods transported by the seventh deceased is the ingredients purchased by the Asahi restaurant that exploded.

"Also, Chiba's side also found out what the name of the person who had a confrontation with the first deceased and slapped him."

Katsumi Uehara's eyes lit up: "What's your name?" ”

"It's the same Keiichi Kirino you captured yesterday afternoon."