"Whew, it's not either." Renzaburo Shiratori brushed away the messy hair of the man who was crushed to the ground, and sat down on the chair in the waiting room in a dejected ass, "How come I didn't notice in the past that there are so many sneaky young people in Tokyo ......"

"You're not a suspect, what are you running for?" Wataru Takagi, who was also panting, patted the guy who was held down by the police, "You just stand still and be checked!" ”

The person lying on the ground spoke with difficulty, and his tone was also very aggrieved: "I, I broke into the empty door two days ago and took a little something, God knows ......"

God knows why the police are searching around here, he just saw the police blocking the road and instinctively ran away.

"No, according to the little girl's testimony, the prisoner is a suspicious, sloppy neurotic, who dresses up like him, and most likely not a serious person." Miwako Sato, who poured two mouthfuls of water, analyzed.

"You have a point, but it's true that we haven't caught the arsonist yet." Takagi waded at his tie so that he could regulate his breathing, and solemnly pointed out, "It is also true that surveillance and witnesses have confirmed that they have seen him nearby." ”

After getting a haircut, Shiratori Renzaburo picked up his phone and looked hesitantly between Wataru Takagi and Miwako Sato, still deciding to get the job done first.

If you want to say that you like Miwako Sato, he definitely likes it.

It should be said that in the police station where there is a huge disparity between men and women, it is difficult to dislike a beautiful and capable policewoman like Sato, and her popularity in the police station has always been high.

However, he likes Miwako Sato for a different reason - at least he thinks so.

Although Miwako Sato really resembles his first love, there is always a subtle sense of uncertainty in his heart, which makes him instinctively shut up whenever he wants to create an opportunity to open his mouth and confirm each other's identities to each other.

So, instead of falling in love or something, it's true that you should solve the work matter first.

The eight characters of whether you are in love or not have not been brushed up, and the salary in hand and the appreciation of the boss are real.

"Let's all rest for a while, I'll go report to the Dusk Police Department first."

"Okay, I'll leave it to you, Shiratori." Miwako Sato, who knew his enthusiasm for work, had no doubts, "Pay attention to the news, and be ready to follow up as soon as there is any trouble." ”

"Don't worry." Smiling heartily and handsomely at her, Shiratori Ren Saburo stepped aside to dial the phone, "We arrested a suspect who escaped at Shinagawa Station. Yes, but after comparing the portraits, it doesn't feel like he'......"

"Do you want it?" Taking the water kindly handed by the policeman, Miwako Sato handed a bottle to Wataru Takagi, "It's been so hot in the last few days. ”

"yes, it's as if Tokyo was really set on fire by that madman......," Takagi shook his neckline after taking the oolong tea she handed him, leaning back in his chair and looking up.

This is the platform of Shinagawa Station. In fact, it is impossible for a normal criminal police card to go deep into the public transportation system to this extent, but the guy who chased just now, with good foot strength like an exploding rabbit, ran all the way along the entrance of the station, and they had to follow here.

"Explain that you can get them off guard, and the next car will arrive in a while." Miwako Sato also looked up, stared at the electronic stop sign that indicated the vehicle to enter the station, and sighed softly.

Because on the day of her father's death, she felt a little impetuous when she thought of her father's case.

If she hadn't been a police officer, she might have taken a day off at this moment, returned home, sat down next to her mother and chatted, or followed the uncles and aunts to an izakaya to hear about her father's troubles when he was a student......

But if she's not a police officer, then she's really out of touch with the truth.

"You know what, Takagi?" Perhaps because of the lack of strength caused by physical exertion, or because of the anxiety caused by the unusually hot weather, Miwako Sato, who was sitting next to Wataru Takagi, suddenly said, "Actually, there were witnesses at the time who said that my father would not have been hit by a car. ”

Takagi Shibu, who quickly realized what she was talking about, turned his head and paid careful attention to her expression, making sure that she was just casually expressing her feelings to pass the time, and only breathed a sigh of relief.

"The owner of the car from the opposite lane saw the offender reach out and push the pursuing policeman, causing him to be hit by a truck. However, the rain was too heavy at the time, and the eyewitnesses could not determine the specific circumstances, so they were not admitted...... I've always chosen to call that person a 'murderer' rather than a 'robber'. Miwako Sato moved her arm, which was a little sore from the scuffle, and inhaled deeply, "What's more, he actually shot a bank guard during the robbery." ”

Having taken two lives, even if this person didn't mean to kill her father, maybe he was just fleeing in a panic and pushing, she also believes that this is a murderer.

“…… Forget it, the statute of limitations for prosecution has passed for three years, and there is no point in thinking about the details. After Miwako Sato finished sighing, she waved her hand freely.

"But you still want to hear the answer, don't you?" Wataru Takagi, who was hesitating whether to reach out and pat her on the shoulder as a sign of comfort, asked.

Of course, I want to dream about it.

The robber was widely assumed to be not far from her father's age, and 18 years ago, the murderer was also in the prime of life.

18 years have passed, and the murderer who escaped justice must have aged proudly in some corner of the world, and he will enjoy his old age with the huge amount of money he robbed from the bank.

If only I could defeat him, if only I could wake him up from a dream built in blood and weep bitterly over his sins......

Looking at those guys who voluntarily surrendered to the police because of the punishment of the monster thief in her heart, she rarely wavered a little about her identity.

Is the statute of limitations for prosecution that exists in order to save manpower and reduce the cost of police force really have any meaning? If it were them, they would have been able to do it, right?

Emotions churned in her chest, and she inhaled deeply again, raised her head, and did not speak.

She didn't speak, and Takagi Wataru naturally didn't dare to speak, so he also raised his head and looked at the sky in sync with her, but he was actually staring at the stop sign in a daze.

The station sign at Shinagawa Station hangs from the top of the ceiling, and the kanji, kana, and romanization characters in black on a white background are printed on the staggered floor, with sharp and clear corners.

After looking bored for a moment, and was about to look away and sweep to the Roman note again, Wataru Takagi's eyes slowly widened.

"Hey, Sato......" Under the excitement, he didn't care about any social distance, what shyness or not, and directly grabbed Miwako Sato's hand resting on the seat, "I, I seem to have figured out something!" ”

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"It's not going to get better for a while, it's a commotion." Saruto Hidero, who walked back to his seat, drank all the wine from his glass, and said regretfully, "It's a memorable day, but it's really disappointing." ”

"It's okay, the party is just a formality." Inomata Mitsuo patted the shoulders of the old guys on the left and right, with a hint of regret on his smiling face, "Knowing that we are doing well, the captain will be happy." ”

"yes...... You're right. Shuji Shikano, who was restless, came back to his senses and smiled reluctantly, "It's good to find a time in a few days." You can come to my restaurant, it just so happens that business has been good lately, and I'm going to have a celebration. ”

"It's your fiftieth birthday." The Divine Bird Butterfly looked at him sympathetically and couldn't help but choke his heart for him.

The four of them are living well now, her daughter is married to a good family, Saruto's son has just given birth to a second child, and Inomata's company is running well, all of which are happy events, but not today, they can all celebrate.

Birthday, that's really missed today.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you have a heart, it's the same everywhere." Haha laughed a few times, and Shuji Shikano, who couldn't sit still anymore, took the lead and stood up, "You can go to my place for dinner the day after tomorrow." ”

"Okay, that's settled."

"See you all back."

After a long exchange of pleasantries, finally getting rid of the figure of his old classmates, Shuji Kano put away his smile and turned his head to look in the direction of Shinagawa Station.

If you heard it right, when she met Miwako Sato in the morning, her colleagues were discussing the case that happened today, eighteen years ago, because of her act of mourning her father.

It happened on his 32nd birthday and changed his life.

Those policemen seem to have been dispatched for the arson case in recent days, so at this moment, they are the ones who are active in the cordon of Shinagawa Station.

They didn't know about their situation, but Shuji Kano certainly knew it, because he had a history of living abroad for three years, and the real statute of limitations for prosecution would expire after tonight.

Since he met Miwako Sato, his spirit has always been highly nervous, and on the surface he is smiling and participating in the chats and memories of his old classmates, but in fact, his attention is all focused on the radio and television in the store and the sound at the door.

He was weak-hearted, for fear that he would see his wanted notice on the TV news the next moment, and maybe even the police who rushed directly into the door to arrest him......

So now, after hesitating, he still didn't dare to go home directly, but went around the alley to another exit of Shinagawa Station.

Wait and see what happens, and observe the movements of the police from a distance......

As soon as he stood on the elevator at the exit, a somewhat familiar figure happened to board the escalator in the opposite direction and passed by Shuji Shikano who was going down.

"Yes, that's what I meant. Yes, the case that happened today eighteen years ago......"

Shuji Shikano's face changed, and he turned his head sharply, looking at the figure that was crowded in the crowd and slowly rising.

Oops, wasn't that the policeman who was with Miwako Sato in the morning?!

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"Tsk."

Tugging at the mask on his face, the man retracted his head and leaned against the wall in the alley in annoyance to smoke.

A portrait, actually mobilized so many people to set up control, those police are too difficult.

He just wanted to light a grand fireworks to set off the carnival, why did they all like it so much to get in his way?

But it doesn't matter, the location he chose must not have been guessed.

He can rush to the location in advance, wait until the time is close, and directly let the cute flame grow slowly, and there is no need to wander the street.

The scorching, bright and beautiful picture of the flame, how come these laymen do not know how to appreciate it?

He was just desperate to share what he saw, and that couldn't be wrong, right?

A strange smile hung under his messy hair, and the man threw the cigarette butt on the ground, not extinguishing it at all, and turned around and walked deeper into the alley.

He was ready, and walked through the alley, near the back kitchen of the restaurant in front of him, and found a short path to the warehouse.

When everything was ready, he should think about how his flashy trailer should be......

With a beautiful criminal career in his mind, the man turned a corner with a warm smile on his face.

- Caught a casserole-sized soccer ball head-on.

The leather soccer ball is very sturdy and moderately sized, almost the size of a human head.

The smiling man was defenseless, caught the ball with his straight face intact, kept a smiling expression, didn't make a sound, and fell straight down.

“Bravo！ A beautiful shot, precise and powerful, with a beautiful arc. Tang Ze, who was standing at the end of the alley, did not hesitate to pay due tribute to Ke Xueshua, "Kick more accurately than the national football team, little detective." ”

Oh yes, he's talking about the Japanese national team.

“…… Ha, how do you feel when you praise me like this, what's wrong? Conan, who hit the ball with one hit, was originally a little complacent, listening to the inexplicable excitement around him, like a football commentary-style compliment, and suddenly his momentum was discharged.

He praised him as if he was being scolded, where is it weird.

"Don't care if the ball is good or not," the hard-pressed coolie Hoshikawa Hui sighed, "Hurry up and drag the people away, drag it any longer, the officers are coming." ”

"Hmm. Here it comes. ”

"By the way, you guys won't engage in any lynching, will you?" Watching Yusuke Kitagawa and Teru Hoshikawa raise their feet one by one, and quickly pick up the arsonist who was fighting on the street, Conan was a little worried, "It's still not good to bend into a move." ”

The strange thieves' methods are far from their detectives and policemen, and occasionally they even use many rough methods because of their special antipathy to prisoners, although he knows that on the whole it will not hurt people's lives, but seeing their posture of going to sink people in Tokyo Bay, he can't help but worry.

Tang Ze, who didn't look back, carried the greasy arsonist in his hand, walked in the other direction, and raised his hand casually: "Don't worry." We just beat him, and we didn't expect him to recruit him, so it won't affect the police's evidence collection work. ”

"Huh? Sounds reassuring, hey, wait a minute, you-"

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Vaguely hearing a few children's calls, Shuji Shikano turned his head, not very relieved to look over, and found nothing, before slowly turning his head.

Wildcats, I guess.

There is no need to make a fuss about the fact that these dirty and dusty streets of Tokyo are filled with animals that live in the dark.

Emboldened in his heart, Shuji Shikano was still cautious in his walking movements.

Even if he is indeed a murderer who committed a felony of murder, compared to the vicious and vicious type, he can only be regarded as a rookie who accidentally caused manslaughter.

And that was more than ten years ago, and now he is fifty years old, and he walked into the poorly lit path in a daze, and his heart was still quite stunned.

However, the intermittent sound of calls in front of him made him unable to stop tracking.

“…… Is it really a personal name? I'm not so sure. Holding the mobile phone, he didn't reply, as if the police officer who was focused on the call was still explaining his thoughts, "I think the police officers who handled the case at that time may have been overly emotionally radical because of the sudden death of the Sato police officer." ”

yes, it's not a name, indeed.

That is the last ray of kindness that reverberates in the world, a good old man, Masayoshi Sato......

Shuji Shikano gritted his teeth, feeling that the conversation in front of him had probably entered a key rhythm, and riskily quickened his pace.

If it weren't for the defenselessness of the police walking in front of him, he might not have been able to keep up with the other party's footsteps.

Now he is no longer a baseball player who can run wild under the pursuit of the police, and the degradation of his physical strength cannot be underestimated.

Thinking so, Shuji Shikano bent down and scooped a heavy stone into his hand as he had done every time he grabbed a powerful baseball.

He didn't have much of a chance left.

"I think it's possible that the Sato police locked on the prisoner not because of some special channel, but because he really recognized the suspect in the picture. Did the investigation team conduct an investigation from his network? No? Hmmm......"

As if waiting for an answer, and as if continuing to deepen his thoughts about the case, the young police officer in front of him stopped.

Shuji Shikano vigilantly hid his figure behind a low wall on the side of the road, and continued to listen as he continued to move slowly forward.

The closer he got closer, the voices he heard became clearer.

"I may have an idea about the few pieces of information left by the Sato police station." Something seemed to be said on the other side of the phone, and the young policeman's voice became perk, "I understand the truth of eighteen years ago!" ”

Shuji Shikano's eyes widened, poked his head out to confirm the situation, couldn't hold it anymore, and stood up from behind the cover.

The short-haired policeman stood in front of a dilapidated warehouse, turned his back to him, and confidently replied, "Don't be surprised if I'm right, Sato." He may be one of the people we have met today. ”

No, you can't let this person continue, it's too late to continue!

He is not greedy, he has never been a brave and ruthless character, and he does not dare to really hurt people's lives.

As long as the other party loses consciousness, at least for today, it is enough to not tell Miwako Sato the truth of what he has discovered......!

Shuji Shikano leaned softly behind the other party and raised the stone in his hand high!

- Ahead, Wataru Takagi, who had never been aware, turned around sharply.

Before Shuji Shikano could feel frightened, a heavy object smashed through the window of the warehouse in front of him, hitting him in both hands, knocking down the stones in his hands while shaking his arms numb.

"Say, am I right, Mr. Kano?" Wataru Takagi looked at this face that was close at hand, and saw the wrinkles on the other party's face with all the old and cold sweat flowing in it.

"Don't move, hands up!"

As Miwako Sato, who rushed out, broke off with a drink, the quiet old warehouse door was suddenly pushed open.

As if the filming had ended and the crew suddenly made a fuss, the police poured out of it.

"What about the video, has the video been recorded?"

"The recording is also very clear."

"Well, go pick up the rocks and pay attention to the fingerprints!"

"The elementary school students have all turned over the stolen money, but don't even compare to the children, everyone."

Miwako Sato, who was beating fast, didn't care about the shouts of her colleagues, she just put the gun in her hand on the old man who was over half a hundred years old in front of her, looked at his wrinkled face, and slowly gritted her teeth.

"You've been arrested, Sorrow."

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Conan, who was on the other end of the call, looked speechlessly at the police officers who were surrounding the scene on the computer screen, turned his head to look at Yusuke Kitagawa who hung up the phone and slapped his palm lightly with Teru Hoshikawa in celebration, and then turned his gaze to look at the arsonist who was screaming and rolling in the flames in another picture, and suddenly felt an unspeakable absurdity.

The Monster Thieves Regiment sat in the command car and gave orders, smashed and arrested criminals one by one, fished for law enforcement, and extorted confessions by torture, which can be described as unscrupulous.

And a group of police detectives obeyed their orders, not to mention the implementation of their plan......

How do you evaluate it, this picture ......

(End of chapter)