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

Chapter 491 Three Similar Murders

Another base in the Tokyo area.

The public lounge was dark, with only the TV screen on, reflecting Angostura's face, which looked very strange...

What's even weirder is.

The rustling sounds of crawling and the faint laughter of children can still be heard from the TV...

Angostura opened his bloodshot eyes, held a bucket of popcorn in his left hand, and stared at the TV without blinking.

near...

Very close!

He was so excited watching the dark shadow approaching the protagonist on TV, and a perverted excitement gradually appeared on his face.

Just when the protagonist on TV was in a critical situation...

'Snapped! '

After a slight sound, the TV screen went black and the lights in the hall lit up instantly.

The protagonist of this film successfully lived to see the next filming start.

Angostura: "..."

He was enjoying the movie, but expressionlessly took out a throwing knife and threw it accurately at Anderborg, who was standing sleepy next to the switch, and shouted: "Anbu! What are you doing? I'm watching the crucial moment!!"

In response to his teammate's dissatisfaction, Anderburg just yawned, blocked the flying knife that was stabbing at his head, and threw it back to him.

"But it's too noisy." Anderburg replied with a sluggish face, "It sounds like a hundred cockroaches crawling around my bed. I can't sleep."

Angostura: "..."

Could this description be any more disgusting?

He couldn't help but imagine the scene in his mind, shuddered, and said with a dark face: "Alright, Anbu, go back to sleep!"

"It's almost four o'clock, Stella... 'The morning sets the tone for the day,' as the old saying goes."

After Anderburg said this, he changed the subject: "Is the traitor dead?"

"…Tsk, so you heard it." Angostura grinned and stuffed a mouthful of popcorn. "Yeah, he was stabbed to death in the street. I thought it was Gin and his men who did it."

"Then, the clue is broken?" Anderburg tilted his head and asked a question that seemed completely unrelated to the topic.

Angostura shrugged. "Who knows... We can't rule out the possibility that those guys are trying to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs. But whether it was an accident or their doing, the tail has been exposed now. As long as we continue to investigate, we will definitely find something."

Anderburg nodded after hearing this. "As long as you are sure...what are your plans for tomorrow?"

"Follow up action, of course."

Angostura laughed sinisterly. "It's only been three days and the fish can't hold back anymore. Those people must have some new moves. If we can find a lone one, that would be great..."

"Then why aren't you sleeping?" Anderburg said expressionlessly.

If you are not active in sleeping, there is something wrong with your brain.

Angostura choked and smacked his lips. "Actually, it's nothing to not sleep for a night..."

Anderburg said nothing, but stretched out his hand to him.

Angostura was puzzled: "Why?"

"Popcorn."

Anderburg's eyes were fixed on the bucket of white snacks.

"Tsk, this is mine!" Angostura was very protective of his food. He immediately hid the popcorn behind him and snorted.

Seeing this, Anderburger withdrew his hand in disappointment, shook his head, and sighed indifferently: "Gin is much more generous than you."

Thinking back to when Gin gave him snacks when they first met, Anderburgh suddenly thought that everyone under Gin must be very happy.

Angostura's face darkened instantly: "Didn't I tell you not to say good things about him?"

"That's not a nice thing to say." Anderberg corrected seriously, "That's the truth." His teammates were indeed very stingy and they still owed him a lot of money.

"Amb!"

The two men almost had another knife fight, and finally at exactly four o'clock, they returned to their rooms to rest.

……

Kita-ku, Tokyo.

After Chablis disappeared, the base had already been abandoned, but someone was hiding here quietly without anyone knowing.

There was no bright light in the dim base, only countless electronic screens reflecting the outline of a human face.

Although I couldn't see his face clearly, I could still hear a strong hatred in the figure's words:

"FBI... do you really think I'm that easy to deceive?"

"Just wait, I will find out your tail sooner or later!"

-

The next morning, Metropolitan Police Department.

Jinpei Matsuda rested his cheek on the conference table of the First Investigation Division with one hand, and tapped the table with a pen in the other hand. In front of him was a notebook with no words written on it.

Listening to Inspector Megure explaining the case to them at the front of the conference room, he yawned sleepily.

Sato Miwako and Takagi Wataru, who were sitting next to Matsuda Jinpei, both noticed this.

"Senior Matsuda, I feel like you haven't been in good spirits lately... Have you not had much rest recently?" Takagi Shigeru asked in a low voice.

"Haa... No, I slept well, but I've been looking into old cases lately."

Jinpei Matsuda yawned again, his tone tired.

"The previous case? Is it the previous serial bombing case?" Sato Miwako also turned around and asked in a low voice.

Matsuda Jinpei turned his eyes away and nodded in agreement, "Ah, yes... there was also an explosion in Shibuya before."

"That's the case..." Sato Miwako had heard a little about that case. "Then you should pay more attention to rest and don't ruin your body..."

"I know……"

Takagi Wataru looked at Matsuda Jinpei with some admiration - the senior is indeed a senior, he will create tasks for himself even when there are no tasks... He is truly a role model for us!

He must learn from Matsuda-senpai!
The three of them were whispering at the case discussion meeting, but ultimately they could not escape the gaze of Inspector Megure.

Inspector Megure naturally had to give severe criticism and education to his capable subordinate who was taking advantage of the situation during the meeting.

With a dark face, he slammed the table vigorously: "Matsuda! Sato... and Takagi! Did you hear everything about the case just now?!"

She was slacking off right under his nose. Was he being too nice recently?

Sato Miwako and Takagi Wataru straightened their backs instantly: "Yes! I heard everything!"

"Matsuda, what about you?" Inspector Megure looked at Jinpei Matsuda who was still yawning, feeling extremely disappointed with him.

This guy's police rank has been promoted to the same level as him, but he's still so out of line and even beats up his colleagues... He wasn't fired because Matsuda solves cases like a machine gun, one man is worth two - but the question is, can Matsuda handle more normal criminal cases and stop focusing on the bombing case!
Inspector Megure felt a little tired.

Matsuda Jinpei still has no awareness that he is the boss of the Investigation Division. He just rolls his eyes and twirls his pen: "Ah, of course I heard it, Officer Megure. Someone was stabbed to death on the street..."

"…He was hacked to death with a large knife." Officer Megure corrected with a twitching eye.

What does it mean to be stabbed to death? As a policeman, how can you use such a casual adjective?
"There's no difference, right?" Jinpei Matsuda rolled his eyes speechlessly.

He felt that Inspector Megure was becoming more and more nagging lately.

"...Okay, then, Brother Matsuda, what do you think about the mahjong tiles left next to the deceased?" Inspector Megure straightened the documents in his hand and asked.

Including the case he received from Conan last night, there are currently three similar cases:
The victims in these three cases were all stabbed in the vital parts with knives and died from excessive blood loss, and they were all found on the streets... The only other common point was that when the three victims were found, there was a mahjong tile next to them. The crime scenes of the first two cases were not in Tokyo, but because the situations were too similar, they suspected that they were committed by the same person, so they held a small meeting to discuss the case specifically.

Next to the first dead person was a 'tube' painted red, with the English letter 'A' written on the back and a black line drawn vertically;
The second victim and the third victim found last night had mahjong tiles left behind by the suspected criminals, which were "Seven Tubes", and each had a circle painted red. On the back of the two tiles were "E" and "A" with a black line drawn on them.

(End of this chapter)