"Ahh

Katsumi Uehara, who was squatting at home to change the medicine for his left hand, sneezed coldly, and subconsciously looked up in the direction of Chaodai, and the bright moonlight entered the living room along the unclosed gap of the floor-to-ceiling window with the cool breeze of the night.

His hands trembled, and he almost didn't pour the potion in his hand all over the ground.

The handwritten clue file of the Chou Silang case was spread out on the rectangular coffee table, and after throwing the cotton swab used for medicine into the trash, the man wrapped a new bandage around his left hand.

"Strange, I remember when I went out in the morning, didn't the windows close tightly?"

After moving his left wrist to make sure that the newly wrapped bandage would not affect the mobility of the wrist joint, Katsumi Uehara, who was a little puzzled, got up from the sofa, paced to the floor-to-ceiling window, lifted the curtain, and closed it tightly.

Am I mistaken?

Considering that he was indeed pushed from home by his girlfriend in a hurry this morning to attend the press conference, Katsumi Uehara couldn't think of a reason after a little recollection, and then he didn't pay much attention to it.

Putting that behind him, he sat down on the couch again, his eyes resting on the spread out paper—the status of all the people who had been questioned by the police in the case of Chosilang so far.

Name after name, his current age, and the work he does, all of which he has used his own police channels to investigate.

Considering that the murderer of this case in his memory should be an old acquaintance who has an excellent relationship with Miwako's father, Katsumi Uehara quickly locked his eyes on a small circle after a short visit to investigate and ask his future mother-in-law by phone-

Hidero Saruto, a 50-year-old who is currently a college professor, has a very good relationship with Masayo Sato, the deceased in the case of Choshiro, and is a partner on his high school baseball team;

Shuji Kano, 49 years old this year, has the same relationship as Masayoshi Sato, and is currently a restaurant owner.

50-year-old Mitsuo Inomata, the main player of the baseball team in Sato's high school days, is currently a successful entrepreneur engaged in finance;

Finally, there is the classic configuration of Japanese high school clubs - the beautiful manager of the former baseball team: the 49-year-old god bird butterfly this year.

Because they worked together on the same baseball team in high school, these four people were closest to Masayoshi Sato eighteen years ago.

Considering that the impression is that the murderer should have had the experience of going abroad, and he returned to China only after the recent prosecution period, Katsumi Uehara quickly crossed out the name of the sacred bird butterfly who had never been abroad.

"It's another classic choice of three......"

With his bandaged left hand rubbing his chin carefully, the man looked at the three remaining names on the manuscript paper and fell into deep thought.

As a university professor, Hidero Sarudo has the experience of going abroad on business to participate in academic exchange meetings, and as a successful entrepreneur, Mitsuo Inomata goes abroad to negotiate business.

As for Shuji Kano, it's a bit unusual for him to stay in Italy for several years as a restaurant owner, after all, the restaurant he opened in Tokyo is not Italian cuisine.

At the same time, inside a villa on the outskirts of Rice Flower Town.

The short-haired woman in her room changed into a newly purchased lilac nightdress after taking a shower, and her eyes fell on the computer screen on the desk by the window—Katsumi Uehara was drawing and writing in the living room.

The ass moved lightly to sit on the chair, the woman's eyes flashed, and her right hand subconsciously stroked to the screen - the creepy scar on the back of the hand was not covered by the bandage, and it looked particularly terrifying in the soft light of the bedroom!

"Click."

The sound of the door lock being opened made the woman with a complicated expression come back to her senses in an instant, and she suddenly turned her head to look at the door of the bedroom after completing the switch of the surveillance screen almost in a second, and a gloomy figure strode in-

"Minamihara Mona, there are two monitoring devices missing, give me an explanation."

"Are you crazy and Kunihiko Kawa? This is my room. I should have told you not to break in without my permission. ”

The man with the back combing his hair and Chuan Kunihiko still had an obvious smell of potion on his body, and his face couldn't help but turn dark when he heard this, and he grabbed the collar of his partner's pajamas with his right hand, forcing her to look at herself: "There is no need for Primia to use monitoring equipment, what are you going to do with the monitoring?" ”

"Of course, to add to your revenge plan." Nanyuan Mona looked directly into the man's eyes, and there was no strange look between his eyebrows: "Also, I locked the door, you put the spare key down for me." You can't come in my room. ”

“……”

Speechless, Kunihiko Kagawa glanced at the computer screen showing a map of Tokyo, loosened her collar, and was about to step forward—

Nanyuan Monna's face changed, and he raised his hand to stop: "What are you doing!" ”

Syllable!

With a simple switch, the hidden monitoring page was restored, and the two parallel monitoring screens in the bedroom and living room immediately occupied the entire screen. In the surveillance in the living room, Katsumi Uehara and a tall woman sat on the same sofa while eating, chatting and immediately came into the eyes of the two:

With short hair, wearing a lilac suit and skirt, his facial features are not powdered, but he is extraordinarily beautiful and exquisite.

"You madman!"

Seeing this picture, Kunihiko Kagawa turned his head suddenly, and his handsome cheeks were distorted to a little terrifying: "I have repeatedly ordered him not to disturb him, are you taking my words as a deaf ear?" Do you really think I won't dare to kill you?! ”

“…… I couldn't help it. ”

Nanyuan Mona directly broke the jar and broke it, with an expressionless face: "If he hadn't rejected me, I wouldn't have been a public security officer." ”

"You should be the police about his!"

"Nonsense, the right of public security is above the police. I became a public security officer so that one day I could become his boss, rob his case, and use the power in my hands to make him regret it! ”

"Are you sick in the head?"

"Did you know me on the first day? When I followed him at the police academy, you also secretly investigated me. ”

Nanyuan Mona sneered: "I have nothing now, I don't even know how long I can live, and I can't appear in front of him, see what's wrong with him?" It's good not to kill him.

"As for his previous girlfriends, if he can live until now, he is a big scumbag."

"I warn you not to mess around, his last girlfriend's best friend was an FBI elite investigator. If something happens to Katsumi Uehara, his ex-girlfriend is likely to ask his FBI girlfriend to come over and help investigate it. ”

With a serious warning, Kunihiko Kazukawa cut off the surveillance, erased all data, and prevented the continued transmission of signals.

“FBI？”

Katsumi Uehara's house, on the sofa in the living room.

The feet in the short white socks sat cross-legged on the sofa with their legs, the toes under the white socks subconsciously twisted, and Miwako Sato, who was biting the straw in her mouth, took a sip of Fanta, and couldn't help but be surprised when she heard it: "Really? ”

"What am I lying to you for, it's Akemi Miyano's ex-boyfriend. I asked Akemi Miyano to contact him by email, and asked him to go to Cuba to rescue the exposed Mizumi Wupiao, which was regarded as a return of favors.

"Just now, Mizuno sent me a message, saying that Akemi Miyano's ex-boyfriend named Shuichi Akai had successfully rescued her in Cuba, and she was safe now."

threw his mobile phone into his girlfriend's arms at will, Katsumi Uehara sighed a little.

Should I say it or not, Shuichi Akai is the ace of the FBI specializing in distilleries in the end, and he was able to lock down the whereabouts of Belmode and Mizuno so quickly.

"However, in this case, wouldn't Shui Wuren start investigating the cause of his exposure?" Miwako Sato, who bit out rows of tooth marks on the straw, supported her cheek with one hand, a little worried.

Although the anonymous email did not explicitly ask the reason for the exposure, she did not think that a CIA-born secret agent would stop there.

In case the head of Edogawa Conan is found......

Katsumi Uehara didn't care about this: "I said that I couldn't say the reason for the exposure, and she also promised not to investigate and keep it secret, because she also knew that there were many rats in the CIA." In the case of one-way contact, she can't trust her group of colleagues who are like insects. ”

Do you understand the gold content of hundreds of failed assassinations of Castro?

So, what does Akemi Miyano think? Is she going to the United States to find her FBI ex-boyfriend? Miwako Sato, who was looking through the chat history, was a little curious.

"No, she's not going, she's going to pick up her sister to elementary school in Tokyo."

“？”

Miwako Sato was stunned.

What's that? Did you really go to elementary school?

"It's true."

Seeing his girlfriend's expression, Katsumi Uehara suddenly understood and told him what he had met in Didan Elementary School.

Of course, I skipped the part where I was not human.

"Oh yes."

As soon as he mentioned this, Katsumi Uehara suddenly snapped his fingers, took out a few bound reports from under the coffee table and handed them to his girlfriend, and said, "This is the report that I didn't eat tonight, and I wrote hard at home at one time, you can help me hand them over to the Twilight Police Department tomorrow." ”

"So fast? The sun is coming out in the west? ”

Miwako Sato, who saw this stack of reports, widened her eyes in disbelief, as if she had seen an alien possession, looking her boyfriend up and down, and even reached out and pinched his face: "There's no fever, it's not a hallucination." ”

"Don't look at people with colored glasses, I'm the benchmark of the Metropolitan Police Department."

"Do you think I look like a fool?"

"It's quite similar, otherwise I wouldn't have been deceived."

"Katsumi Uehara!"

"Ahh It hurts, it hurts! Let go! Let go of Miwako - don't murder your own husband! ”

"Who's your husband!"

Miwako Sato spat on her cheeks with a slight redness, and then reacted with hindsight and immediately changed her words: "Ah no, who is my husband-uh, that's not right." Forget it, I haven't promised to marry you yet, scumbag. ”

"Don't slander me, I'm doing the right thing with self-denial."

"The last time you were in the hospital, I forgot those ex-girlfriends who visited you? One of the elementary school teachers still came to see you with a fruit basket at night, and he was suspicious when he saw it. ”

"Are you jealous?" Katsumi Uehara's eyes narrowed, and he smiled like a fox who had stolen a chicken: "Do you eat oranges?" I promise that the oranges in my fruit bowl are absolutely not sour, at least not as sour as they were that day. ”

The thin-skinned Miwako Sato suddenly glanced at her boyfriend: "Do you know that I have dealt with so many cases, how many cases of love murder have been handled?" ”

"What percentage?" Katsumi Uehara leaned over to his girlfriend with a hippie smile and reached out to put his arm around her shoulder.

“80%。”

"So much?" Katsumi Uehara raised his eyebrows: "Then will you let me join this percentage?" ”

Miwako Sato, who heard this, smiled slightly, and the corners of her mouth rose and threatened: "You guess? ”

Set the bowl~

(End of chapter)