"Well, fox eyes, it's just that the corners of the eyes hang up like this...... Yes, yes, that's it! Seems to have a little beard, hair, uh, just, about this length......"

Ayumi Yoshida used all her body language together, trying her best to compare the appearance of the man she noticed at a glance, racking her brain to think about whether there were any details that could be added.

She had seen Yusuke Kitagawa's ability to draw portraits, and wanted to provide as much detailed information as possible to help him complete the portrait creation.

"Well, I'll just say that Kitagawa-kun's portrait painting is amazing, right?" Takagi, who had participated in the progress of the last bombing, nodded at Miwako Sato, who was standing behind him with his waist crossed, "Later, in order to fix the evidence, we really asked Teiji Moriya to wear his camouflage coat and wig once. ”

As a result, Yusuke Kitagawa took the impression and sketched a portrait with a ballpoint pen, so close that it was as if he was sitting in front of the other person and sketching in front of him.

In fact, this has nothing to do with the serious crime portrait simulation painting method, but I have to say that it is really a very good drawing skill.

"yes. Actually, after the last case, I have been paying attention to Kitagawa-kun's movements. Ren Saburo Shiratori, whose character is a young man who loves art, stood on the other side and added in a whisper, "His works have passed the primary selection of the big awards, and I have taken advantage of my position...... Ahem, that is, I went to the venue to visit. He's a great guy. ”

Tang Ze, who lowered his head and quickly completed the sketch on the paper, heard this, turned his gaze back, and glanced at the corner of Shiratori Ren Saburo's clothes.

Should I say it or not, although I don't know how his own artistic creation ability is, Shiratori Ren Saburo's skills in appreciation are really strong.

Although the works he sent to the competition may not be the painstaking work of Kuroba Kaito, with Kidd's connoisseurship, it is easy for him to show his mark in the art world, not to mention being a blockbuster.

If Kuroba Kaito didn't insist on the idea of inheriting his father's business when he grew up and had to become a magician, then he chose a career such as gem identification and art criticism, which should be easy to blend into the upper circle and make a career.

Despite Kidd's genius head and flashy magic skills, he is still the world's ceiling-level talent.

“…… Well, it's really well drawn. Staring at the sketch of the characters that Yusuke Kitagawa had sketched little by little, Miwako Sato quickly swept over her previous graffiti, and said stiffly, "But I did draw obvious character features, didn't I?" ”

"Well, that's right......" Wataru Takagi agreed with the comparison between the two paintings in front of him, which were too large.

At least the eyes, the hair and the hat, just, it's quite expressive, right?

After the description, Ayumi Yoshida saw that the boy sitting opposite him never spoke, and stood up apprehensively and bypassed the table in front of him, and let out a small exclamation when he saw the picture in Kitagawa Yusuke's hand.

"Wow, it's exactly the same as that weird uncle I saw, it's amazing!"

Yusuke Kitagawa, who was holding an eraser, glanced at her without saying a word, and before Ayumi Yoshida began to feel uneasy, he picked up another draft in the blank space next to him.

"Huh? What is it? Seeing his movements, Miwako Sato, who was about to take away the artwork and hand it to her colleague in charge of the search, leaned over, "Are you here, zooming in on the close-up of your face?" ”

After a quick shadow, Tang Ze put down the notebook, took the eraser in his hand, and finally replied: "Yes, remove the blocking, it looks like this." I'm not specialized in this, I don't know your standards, so I can only try to get as close as possible. ”

This is a lie.

Karasawa was indeed an artistic insulator in the past, and he really hadn't done this kind of thing until he had acquired basic painting ability from Kuroba Kaito, but as an intelligence officer, he actually cooperated with portrait simulators very frequently.

This is also the reason why Tang Ze's first thought after obtaining this ability is that he can give this identity a chance to approach the case from a relevant perspective.

It's always hard for people to quickly associate things that they don't understand at all, and Tang Ze has really been doing this for many years.

"It's amazing." Shiratori Ren Saburo praised from the bottom of his heart, "Kitagawa-kun, I heard that you have a lot of financial difficulties in studying art, would you like to consider coming to the police station to help deal with similar commissions?" The police station also needs some paid consultations. ”

Although it is unlikely that they will invest such a high cost in ordinary small cases, with their scarce human resources, if they encounter a difficult big case, Kitagawa Yusuke's ability can really greatly improve their case-handling efficiency, and presumably the class will not object to this expenditure.

"No need." Tang Ze, who was already holding too many positions, looked at him silently and rejected the proposal without hesitation, "However, if you really think my painting is helpful, you can contact me directly when you need to find me." ”

"Hey, aren't you very reluctant to use painting techniques to make money?" Ren Saburo, Shiratori, who hadn't heard this kind of Qinggao faction speak for a long time, was shocked.

"Well, the main thing is that I don't have the energy to deal with that." After telling the truth first, Tang Ze thought of the identity he had made up, and added, "I'm still learning from the teacher, and I shouldn't change direction too early because of money." However, it doesn't matter if you only help with the occasional sketch. ”

"But, you're not ......," Wataru Takagi, who easily fished people out as coolies with a single meal, stopped talking.

He just remembered the last time Yusuke Kitagawa sat in the office and ate a child's snack for a few hours without saying a word, and asked Conan to invite him to dinner as a reward, but the other party immediately agreed.

For children who can't afford to eat, it's too early to discuss artistic pursuits.

"You don't have to convince him, Brother Kitagawa, it's the kind of person who, well, thinks he should only focus on one thing." The corners of Conan's mouth, who knew a little about his situation, twitched, so that several policemen didn't have to persuade him.

To put it mildly, Yusuke Kitagawa is a tendon that admits death.

To put it bluntly, his brain is a little pumped.

Conan was no forgetful man, and he still remembers the two bags of smuggled collectible gold coins that disappeared when the children were first rescued by Joker.

Joker, in terms of activity funds, obviously has a flexible moral bottom line, like this kind of gray income from unknown sources and will not harm private interests, the other party will take it all, and it does not exceed his impression of joker.

You know, Joker found him first, and then bought the house next door to his house, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is rich.

However, Yusuke Kitagawa, who is a member of the joker team, insists on getting himself to the point where he can't afford to eat or buy a subway ticket.

"Moreover, now that Brother Kitagawa is not short of money, give him money, and he will only use it to buy painting materials." Conan, who knew very well that Sonoko Suzuki had raised a bursary for him and had confirmed this through Joker's mouth, pressed his forehead.

Strange and ego guys, maybe this is a natural artist.

"Okay......" Shiratori Renzaburo sighed regretfully, took the painting handed to him by Tang Ze, and touched it cherishedly, "I'll go make a copy to the people in the field." What's next for you, Sato? ”

It's likely that this is a manuscript that belongs to everyone in the future, and it's a shame to think that it will be placed in the pile of evidence in the police station.

Otherwise, let's make a few more copies and see if we can get the original.

Squinting at Shiratori, who couldn't lift his head with the painting, Wataru Takagi suddenly felt that his odds had become infinite.

Looking at his reluctant way of pinching the painting, it's hard to believe that he still remembers Sato here.

Your sweetheart is standing in front of you, but you can't take your eyes off this humble sketch...... Do you really like Sato, or is chasing beautiful women also part of following the trend and being handsome, so you have to taste it?

"I'm going to go to the alleyway to collect evidence, so I just bring my portrait to check the cameras of nearby shops." Miwa Sato neatly picked up the relevant documents on the table and replied.

"Then, I'll go too!" Wataru Takagi raised his hand and responded very positively.

"I'll drive you." Not to be outdone, Shiratori Ren Saburo finally looked up from the sketch.

"No, I'm going somewhere." Putting the paper into the folder, Miwako Sato shook her head, "Just by the way, there is no need to take a detour." ”

"Is there something else going on?" Shiratori, who rarely sees workaholic Miwako Sato solving personal matters at work, is a little curious.

"Today is a special day for me." Miwako Sato shrugged.

"Oh, is it an anniversary?"

"Who's birthday?"

The two attentive men scrambled to ask, and Miwako Sato just hugged the documents and smiled lonely.

"No, it's the opposite."

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"Oh, I remember."

Watching Sato put the white chrysanthemum in the can and put it next to the street lamp, Shiratori Ren Saburo leaned against the car door and sighed.

"Today is the day when her father, Justice Sato, died in the line of duty."

"What?" Wataru Takagi's eyes widened in surprise.

Miwa Sato's choice to be a policeman is a kind of family inertia, and her father is also a policeman, which Wataru Takagi knows.

But because this is very common in police families, and there are many examples of this in the Metropolitan Police Department, Wataru Takagi has not carefully investigated her father's situation.

"yes. Eighteen years ago today, police officers Sato were hit by a truck at this intersection while chasing the robbers. Holding his arms, Shiratori Renzaburo did not hesitate to share the message, "Unfortunately, the weather was too bad at that time, and the rain was pouring down, and by the time the ambulance arrived, it was too late. I heard from the Twilight Police Department that he was on his way to the hospital when he died in the company of his family. ”

Tang Ze, who was propped up on the roof of the car with both hands, looked down at the small can resting next to the street lamp, blinked twice, and did not speak.

Becoming a police officer and then dying at his post was the best outcome he had envisioned for himself early on.

However, God is not beautiful, so he has to let him experience the taste of a hero's twilight and lingering.

After he is gone, will anyone miss him as a lonely cripple? Don Ze wasn't so sure.

"Because it involved the death of a police officer, this case caused public opinion at the time. I remember calling it the case ......" and still trying to remember what he had heard with his colleague and boss, Shiratori Renzaburo continued to explain.

"The case of Sorrowful Lang." Conan, who was standing in front of the car, smoothly took over his hesitant explanation, "Because the police officer who was hit by the truck kept shouting this strange name to the fleeing prisoner, this case is called the 'Chou Silang Incident'. At that time, the police carried out a large-scale investigation around this information. ”

"Didn't you find the prisoner?" Looking at Miwako Sato, who was squatting on the ground with her hands folded, as if she was silently speaking to the deceased in her heart, Ayumi tugged at her cuffs a little sadly.

Knowing that some police officers will die on the job, and actually watching the orphans of the police mourn in front of them, the feeling is very different, and these noisy bear children have been quiet for a while.

"No, there are too few clues, the police officer who most likely witnessed the murderer died in the car accident, and the investigation team established after that has not been able to find results, and the criminal police officer in charge has also passed away. The investigation has been stalled for a long time, and the statute of limitations for prosecution has expired three years ago. Conan shook his head.

"I know a lot, kid." Hearing the elementary school students smoothly report the news that they didn't understand, Shiratori Ren Saburo couldn't help but be surprised.

"Well, Uncle Maori used to be a police officer on your side, he told me!" Conan, with a stiff expression, quickly switched back to an innocent childish tone.

It's been a long time since I've heard him like this, Tang Ze silently turned his head to look at him, and suddenly felt a strange sense of déjà vu from him.

This kind of performance because the identity is really easy to be exposed, so the suspicion is a bit deliberate......

No, I didn't!

"Oh, this case, I've seen it on TV." After finally recalling the contents based on the name, Takagi suddenly realized, "It was a well-planned robbery, and the only clue that could be found was less than ten seconds of footage captured by the bank's monitors." ”

"In less than ten seconds, it's almost impossible to determine anything." It is very clear that this little clue will not play any role, and Shiratori Ren Saburo frowned.

"yes, no one knows how the police officer who died in the line of duty managed to locate the suspect. The whole thing is in the fog. Takagi nodded heavily, "I didn't expect that police officer to be Sato's father." ”

Able to call each other's names and find suspicious candidates so quickly, the deceased officer seemed to know the identity of the suspect, but did not leave any relevant information before he died.

The insider died as if cursed, the case came to a standstill, and the large-scale investigation was also inadequate......

It is precisely because of the questionable nature of the case that it has been given the opportunity to be noticed by the public and then remembered by them.

"It's heavenly." Miwako Sato, who stood up and walked back to the car, smiled with relief, "The name of the incident and the name of the suspect will remain in everyone's memory with the publicity of the report, but if it is not for the people related to the police, as well as the family members, the name of the deceased police officer, no one will remember it......"

"Sato......" Shiratori and Wataru Takagi whispered her name.

Her words sounded with the passivity and calmness of the world, which made the listener unbearable.

"It's okay, the job of the police is not to make everyone remember us." Crooked eyes, she smiled at the few people with worried expressions.

There was no gloom on her face, and she could discuss the details of the incident from the perspective of a bystander, and she seemed to have come out of the shadows of this matter.

Tang Ze, who was propped up on the roof of the car and watched quietly, carefully observed her appearance and drew conclusions in his heart.

No, she didn't come out.

The father who fell in the torrential rain at night, the last words of the unknown words, the foggy case......

These things would go back and forth again and again in her dreams, and from childhood to adulthood, she would often sit at the table, chew on the few characters with unknown meanings over and over again, write them down, engrave them on the table, stare at them, and think hard......

In the same case of death, in the face of such a tragic news that the fate of the individual has been completely reversed, it is so difficult for the families of the victims to accept their fate and forget it as it comes.

Maybe someone is the type who can rely on time and gradually heal it and move towards their own life, but Miwako Sato is obviously not.

Neither is Tang Ze.

"Didn't the truck driver see the robber?"

"No, the other party is wearing a long raincoat, sunglasses, and a mask, and he can't even tell whether it's a man or a woman."

"Didn't you find the name 'Sorrowful Lang'?"

"There is no suspicion of any person with a similar name being involved, and we don't know if it's a name or not."

"There's only one clue......

After asking Miwako Sato, several children fell into deep thought.

Pretty enthusiastic, kids.

Taking an interesting look at this group of children who like to call themselves detectives, Miwako Sato added: "Actually, there is one more clue. My dad left three strange katakana in the police manual. カンオ。 ”

"It's the first time I've heard of this kind of detail." Shiratori Ren Saburo was surprised.

"That's the case with these kinds of cases, and the police officer who is handling the case will always know something that will not be written on the file. The police do not appear to have released the information. Miwako Sato shrugged, not surprised.

Some are not enough to be evidence of the content, and some are not necessarily close to the core list of relevant personnel...... The person who handles the case will inevitably know many details that cannot be put on paper, and some cases, the old criminal police officer has left, which means that it may be sealed forever.

This is also why, after the death of the person in charge of the investigation team, everyone tacitly assumed that this backlog of cases was destined to become unsolved.

The death of the person who knew it best means that the database that is most likely to help the case can no longer be used.

"When I was a kid, I used to think about these things, but I couldn't come up with anything." Miwako Sato didn't expect the few people in front of her to really give a decisive opinion, and just chatted casually, "I swore at the time that if someone can solve this mystery and bring Choshiro to justice, I will do anything for him and be willing to fulfill all his wishes!" ”

(End of chapter)