"Tsk, I'm really handsome when I look at TV like this, angular and angular."

Rice Flower Central Hospital, President's Meeting Room.

Leaning against the wall with his arms crossed in front of his chest, Katsumi Uehara raised his head with interest to admire himself in the news on the camera, and his elbow couldn't help but bump into the woman next to him: "Sato, do you think that some beautiful rich woman will be tempted to bid 100 million US dollars for me to leave the Metropolitan Police Department and be her bodyguard?"

"Shall I say yes then?"

"You?"

Miwako Sato, who was receiving faxes from colleagues from the Metropolitan Police Department, couldn't help but turn her head and look the man up and down: "100 million dollars? ”

"It's not impossible to get a $50 million discount."

"Do you think a beautiful rich woman has so much money that she has nowhere to spend it?" Sorting out the documents in hand, Miwako Sato, who turned to leave the fax machine, raised her head and asked a question that was enough to go straight to the depths of a man's soul.

Katsumi Uehara pursed his lips and said disdainfully: "With my performance today, the loss recovered is more than 50 million US dollars." If all the bombs in the Mihua Central Hospital were blown up, those equipment cases and even all kinds of data and research materials would be priceless, not to mention the lives of those people. ”

"Really?"

It's okay not to mention this, but as soon as this is mentioned, Miwako Sato, who was holding the document, instantly stood still, turned her head, narrowed her eyes and said, "Do you think you're brave?" Do you know how dangerous it was at the time? Bullets hit the door? Kicking the door? Do you still want to defuse bombs? ”

"Are you worried about me?"

Katsumi Uehara, who chuckled and raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth were full of pride.

"It's not."

"Oh~"

Katsumi Uehara dragged out a long note, and Miwako Sato, who had long been accustomed to it, was too lazy to take care of it, and put all the faxes from the Metropolitan Police Department on the main seat of the conference table.

The brief interviews with the police have also passed in the television news.

"All in all, you'd better pay attention next time, the prisoner is very dangerous, and he will die."

"Well, next time."

Insincerely, Katsumi Uehara set up a large whiteboard at random, and assisted Miwako Sato to paste the faxed materials from the Metropolitan Police Department one by one.

"Where do you think the prisoner will do it next?"

"Who knows."

"Didn't you ask them to pass on the information, saying that they probably already knew?"

"That's just speculation, and if I guess wrong, I'll be ruined."

"Would you still care about that?"

"What do you mean?"

When Twilight Thirteen, who came back from the ward, pushed open the door of the conference room, the first thing that caught his eye was that his two good subordinates were standing in front of the blackboard, and they couldn't help coughing twice: "Ahem." ”

Stopped talking very tacitly, and the two turned around as if nothing had happened, and the two of them were mixed in with the two extremely eye-catching people, Mori Kogoro and Edogawa Conan, in a group of policemen led by Matsumoto Kiyocho, the management officer of the first search section.

Conan, who noticed Katsumi Uehara's gaze, behaved like a schoolboy, clinging to his guardian's calf, waiting for him to take him home, like a child waiting for the school bell to ring.

"Uehara Criminal, well done." Matsumoto Kiyocho, whose daughter was successfully rescued, obviously put down the big stone in his heart, nodded at Katsumi Uehara, and praised it.

"Uehara-kun, did you say that you had roughly guessed the prisoner's next plan of action?" Twilight Thirteen, who was willing to let his subordinates behave in front of his boss, pressed the brim of his hat and said in a condensed voice.

"Yes."

Katsumi Uehara, who was talking about business, immediately became serious, and after Matsumoto, Twilight, Takagi, Chiba, Mori and others all sat down, he bent his right index finger and tapped the large whiteboard behind him and said in a condensed voice: "Earlier, when I was going to the rooftop of Building 1, I noticed that the stairwell leading to the rooftop was actually sealed.

"Not only are the doors locked, but there is also a warning sign at the entrance that prohibits entry during construction.

"That's when I thought about the fifth of the seven dead in the [NEXT Serial Murder Case], a worker at a construction company owned by the Takasugi Foundation."

As soon as the words fell, Miwako Sato on the side had already handed over a black marker. After Katsumi Uehara took it, he wrote the words "serial murder" in the spare space on the whiteboard.

The Twilight Police Department asked the managers of the Yonhua Central Hospital who were in charge of building renovation and maintenance, and they confirmed that the project for the renovation of Building 1 was entrusted to Takasugi Construction.

And the fifth deceased in this serial murder case is precisely the worker in charge of the rooftop of the roof. Moreover, the identification team also found the fingerprints of the fifth deceased on the scaffolding on the rooftop.

"In addition, the previous investigation records of the serial murder case conducted by the Shiratori Police Department also clearly stated the place of work and the content of the work of the fifth deceased."

"You mean, the serial murders committed by the offender before are actually paving the way for future actions, random killings?" Looking at the documents and materials distributed to him by Miwako Sato, Matsumoto Kiyoshi frowned.

"It's foreshadowing, but it's not random killing."

Katsumi Uehara shook his head and denied the manager's claim: "According to the autopsy results, the seven deceased in the serial murder case all contained a small amount of edamide, which is an amphetamine drug, which has cases of addiction and is a controlled drug.

Moreover, the blood alcohol levels of the seven deceased were all around 0.2, which is already the level of being drunk. In other words, the common denominator of the seven deceased people is that they were addicted to amphetamines and drank heavily before they died. ”

I was drunk with drugs, and I drank and got drunk under the high excitement of my nerves.

The demeanor of the seven deceased before their deaths has a preliminary outline.

"We looked into the financial status of the seven deceased before their deaths, and they were all able to afford these drugs because they were not particularly expensive."

Miwako Sato, who was in charge of distributing the materials, raised the A4 paper in her hand and added. Katsumi Uehara then drew a circle on the head of the first deceased in the serial murder case: "But the problem is that this kind of controlled drug needs channels, and among these seven people, only he, as a neurologist, can do it."

In other words, it is highly likely that he was the one who provided the medicine to the other six. If you can't find the transfer record, it is likely to be a cash transaction. So it's not a random killing, it's a premeditated killing. ”

Neurology doctors, hospital security guards, fund financiers, grooms, construction workers, power plant managers, truck drivers.

The occupations of the seven deceased are clear in Katsumi Uehara's pen.

"At the same time, after the explosion of the restaurant called [Asahii], I found out the connection between the seventh deceased and it."

Katsumi Uehara drew a straight line on the whiteboard to connect the two names: "Asahi is a newly opened specialty restaurant that specializes in frog meat. Since it is a new opening, the restaurant has ordered a large number of ingredients.

"And the person who delivered the ingredients to the restaurant was the seventh deceased who was a truck driver."

——？！

"Wait a minute, you mean to say?!"

Twilight Thirteen frowned as she reacted, and her gaze immediately fell on the identity of the first, second, and fifth deceased.

These three are a doctor at the Rice Flower Central Hospital, a security guard at the Rice Flower Central Hospital, and a building repaired at the Rice Flower Central Hospital.

The seventh deceased was delivered to the restaurant, which blew up;

The three deceased worked at the Rice Flower Central Hospital, which almost blew up.

Doesn't that mean?!

Twilight's gaze instantly fell on the names of the other three deceased.

"There were a total of 13 bombs in the hands of the prisoners. The restaurant fried 1 piece, the rice flower Central Hospital used 8 pieces, and Sayuri tied 1 piece, for a total of 10 pieces. That is, there are still 3 bombs left. ”

Katsumi Uehara knocked on the board, and the black marker drew circles on the occupations of the last three deceased—

a horse breeder at the Tokyo Red Corner Turf Club;

Plant manager at Suzuki Electric Power;

He works as a financial practitioner at Suzuki Fund.