Conan: I'm Not a Model Worker in the Winery

Chapter 335: Ups and Downs FBI
"Really, it really wasn't me! I wanted to kill them... but it really wasn't me!"

'It's a demon! He cut me into pieces and told me to do what he told me to do, and if I didn't he would kill me!'

"I killed Officer Sato, but I didn't do what happened next! It was the devil who cut me into pieces..."

"Well, that's roughly what the interrogation was about."

Officer Megure pressed the pause button on the recorder and looked at Matsuda Jinpei and Conan with a distressed look on his face, "When you first discovered this doctor named Fudo Kyousuke, did you really not notice any other people?"

Matsuda Jinpei drooped his eyelids: "No... Officer Megure, it looks like he is mentally ill, right?"

Conan nodded as well, speaking innocently but with a thoughtful expression:

"If he was really chopped into pieces, there's no way he can stand here properly, right? Or did someone give him some psychological hint?"

"We also have this suspicion, but he insisted that he didn't see anyone, he only saw the 'devil'." Officer Megure rubbed his brows with a headache, "From this point of view, this criminal is really mentally ill."

They were originally worried that there was someone behind this incident, but now it seems... they were just overthinking.

Inspector Megure said a few more words of encouragement to Jinpei Matsuda and left the conversation room to go about his business.

Only Jinpei Matsuda and Conan were left in the room, yawning uncontrollably.

They were called in early in the morning regarding Kyosuke Fudo's matter, and were explained the causes and consequences of what happened that day.

It is worth mentioning that on the second day after Fudo Kyosuke was arrested, Odagiri Toshi also came to the Metropolitan Police Department to "surrender" - in fact, he explained why he had Ninoho's branded lighter.

He extorted that money.

Therefore, the son of the Minister of Criminal Affairs was sent to prison by his ruthless father, and is still in prison now...

Fortunately, the ransom amount was not large, and the victim had already died. It was estimated that it would not take long for the victim to regain his freedom.

Before being locked up, Odagiri Toshi told Matsuda Jinpei and Conan that they could discuss rock music together in the future... This led to the two of them almost begging each other not to come out.

On the way back home from the Metropolitan Police Department, Conan couldn't help but:

"Officer Matsuda..."

"what?"

"How did you figure out the murderer?"

Conan thought about it and felt something was wrong:

They were originally tracking the clues step by step, but Jinpei Matsuda went to the bathroom, and their progress in solving the case was suddenly dragged to the end like a progress bar.

Considering his conversation with Jinpei Matsuda before the incident, Conan has reason to suspect:
"Did someone tell you who the murderer is?"

Mr. Ke rolled his eyes and looked at Jinpei Matsuda, his face full of suspicion.

"...Why can't I guess it myself?" Matsuda Jin's calm expression almost couldn't hold back.

That’s an accurate guess.

Conan narrowed his eyes: "Really?"

He didn't believe it.

Matsuda Jinpei looked up at the sky: "Really."

He doesn't believe it himself.

Conan: "..."

This is a guilty conscience, right? Definitely a guilty conscience!

"So who are you?" Conan sighed helplessly, "And who is the person who contacted you?"

Why does everyone around him seem to have problems? He is so worried all day long that he is almost mentally weakened!

Can you be more honest?
Looking at Conan who suddenly became emo, Jinpei Matsuda stopped.

After a long while, he sighed, looked up at the sky and said, "Actually, it's a friend of mine."

Conan's ears twitched and he raised his head. "He is working undercover in a mysterious organization." Matsuda Jinpei's words successfully made Conan's pupils shrink sharply. "We haven't seen each other for several years."

"Officer Matsuda, the organization your friend is working undercover in is not an organization represented by the color black and with code names of alcoholic beverages, right?"

Conan stared at Jinpei Matsuda.

Matsuda Jinpei pretended to be surprised:

"how do you know?"

Then, without waiting for Conan to explain, he suddenly said, "Could it be that your shrinking is related to that organization?"

"Indeed... Officer Matsuda, did your friend also tell you about the murderer in this case?"

Conan immediately started asking, feeling extremely excited - he had not expected that he would get news about the organization under such circumstances!

"Yeah, it was the same last time." Matsuda Jinpei's eyes darkened, and his words were 70% true and 30% false. "But last time, in order to prevent him from being exposed, I couldn't go in and defuse the bomb in advance."

Conan continued: "So, does your friend know the true purpose of that organization?"

Matsuda Jinpei looked at him speechlessly. "How should I know this? He is an undercover agent assigned by the Public Security Bureau to that organization. Every time he sends me a message, he risks being exposed. If it wasn't an emergency, he wouldn't have contacted me."

"Public Security?" Conan was stunned for a moment. "Why would someone from the Public Security Bureau contact you, Officer Matsuda? Didn't you..."

"Indeed, he only contacted me recently."

Matsuda Jinpei took out a lollipop, squatted down and handed it to Conan, and whispered, "Because he suspects that there are people from that organization within the Public Security Bureau..."

"!?"

Conan's pupils experienced a magnitude 10 earthquake.

Public security, organized people?

"And..." Jinpei Matsuda said in a serious tone.

"Anything else?" Conan's heart tightened.

Matsuda Jinpei pointed at Conan's pocket and said, "If you don't eat the lollipop I gave you before, it will expire tomorrow."

Conan: "..."

There's no need to tell him this kind of thing in a serious manner!

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"It seems that this action against the Metropolitan Police Department has nothing to do with that organization..."

In a restaurant, Judy and James were eating Western food and discussing in low voices.

James put down his knife and fork. "It seems so...but we still can't let our guard down. After all, we don't know their plan of action yet."

To be honest, because of Judy's previous speculation, the FBI was extremely vigilant about the murder of the police, fearing that the organization would take advantage of the chaos among the police to do something small.

After a few days of fear and trepidation, their people have now confirmed that the prisoner is a mentally ill person and a fugitive from an old case...

Several people's hearts sank.

"We should still focus on the actual actions of those guys." James also felt that the FBI was a little too neurotic recently...

Look at the dark circles under Judy's eyes. It's obvious that she didn't sleep well.

"That's exactly what it should be..."

Judy was also a little annoyed.

She has been worried about too many things recently, but she doesn't have the ability to sort out every thought, which makes her feel stuck in the middle.

Suddenly, Judy suddenly thought of something: "By the way, Mr. James, I noticed the woman's recent actions... I think I have determined her target."

(End of this chapter)