Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 175 The Last Hope of the Winery
"Think more broadly." An He began to impart experience to the boy, "You must learn to use military tactics flexibly."

"As the saying goes, 'the art of war is based on deception', please refer to the time when I was in the cinema."

Miyano Shiho also thought for a while, then said, "If I remember correctly, the statute of limitations in Japanese law is 15 years, but the time since the suspect left the country is not counted. You said he left the country three years ago, so we can simply calculate the time. Maybe the statute of limitations has not yet expired."

Conan was greatly shocked by the combination of punches from these two men.

".I'll talk to Officer Sato."

He turned off the communication, probably to discuss countermeasures with Officer Sato.

"It looks like the case of Officer Sato's father will soon have a result." Anhe sighed.

I have to say, when Conan doesn't come to explore your secrets and you are on the same side with him, this kid is really worry-free.

"Then let's go deal with that un-environmentally friendly arsonist." He stretched, "Not every place near Shinagawa is suitable for arson."

After briefly summarizing several possible locations where the arsonist might appear, Anhe quietly added the place where Officer Takagi was being held, and then called Inspector Megure and asked him to send someone to guard the place.

Based on the trust that had been developed over a long period of time, Inspector Megure naturally obeyed the orders of his new brother. He waved his hand and dispatched a group of people over, and they soon found Officer Takagi who had been knocked unconscious and handcuffed in a warehouse.

However, a body was also found.

That was the slovenly arsonist that Ayumi had seen before.

"The body was shot in the head, but the bullet did not remain in the skull, but went straight through, killing him."

Officer Shiratori recorded the condition of the body in the police manual, then squatted in a corner of the warehouse, where he found a deep bullet hole.

He dug it out and examined it between his fingers: "9.19 caliber bullet."

"From the perspective, the shooter was outside the warehouse door and pointed directly at the deceased's head and pulled the trigger."

In front of the body was a pile of newspapers stained with gasoline, which gave off a pungent smell. He was holding a matchbox in his hand, with the matches inside scattered all over the floor.

"At the time, the deceased was about to commit arson and was in a crouching position. Based on the trajectory of the ballistic missile, the murderer's height should be between 1.85 and 1.9 meters."

Forensic officers quickly took over the scene and began investigating for clues.

"Report, there are only two types of footprints in the warehouse. After verification, they are confirmed to be the shoe prints of Shikano Shuji and the arsonist. There are no traces of anyone else!"

This warehouse had obviously been abandoned for some time, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of dust.

"The murderer did not enter the warehouse. He left directly after killing the victim. That's why he didn't notice Takagi who had fainted in the warehouse." Officer Shiratori felt scared just by imagining the scene at that time. Takagi is really lucky.

"This should be able to temporarily rule out Shikano Shuji as a suspect. Since they chose to silence the arsonist, they shouldn't have left Takagi alive."

This case involves an incident from 18 years ago, a serial arson case, and now even a third person with a gun has appeared.
Officer Shiratori couldn't help but feel a headache.

Moreover, judging from the murderer's decisive and efficient style of action, he is not just an ordinary gunman, but probably a veteran in committing crimes.

The more he thought about it, the more his heart sank.

"Brother, weren't we going to recruit him? Why did you just beat him to death?"

In the Porsche 356A, Vodka asked in confusion while driving.

Gin took out a match and lit a cigarette, but before the match burned out, he pinched it out. Since becoming a Sequence 9 Beyonder, he preferred to use matches instead of lighters.

He was fascinated by the feeling of being able to clearly feel that he was becoming stronger.

how many years?

He had been stagnant at the level of a world-class killer for too long, so long that he had forgotten the days when he had fought on the battlefields of the dark world, and had accepted his mediocre status as a thug running around on missions.

"I thought he would be a smart person, but he is just a paranoid lunatic. Such a person cannot be controlled, so it is better to eliminate him."

Gin narrowed his eyes, and a murderous look flashed across his eyes, giving people the illusion that a cold wind blew past for a moment.

After his spirituality was strengthened, combined with the passive ability of affinity, he was able to flexibly control his murderous aura to achieve the effect of intimidation or hard control.

"Rum is pushing for the progress of the task. We haven't completed any of the targets for this month. What if we are held accountable, brother?" Vodka was still a little worried.

"Just find some excuse to fool him." Gin didn't intend to waste time on these boring tasks. These useless things would only dull his edge and would not make him stronger.

"No." He suddenly changed his mind, "divide it into several portions and give them to Chianti and Cohen. They can make as many as they can."

I can’t break off relations with the organization for now, at least not at Sequence 9.

Gin thought of the young man named Kuroba Kaito whom he met in the Metaverse. He was very jealous of the little guy who was very much to his liking.

Moreover, he is also an extraordinary person who has actually been promoted, and will definitely be a huge help.

If I could find him in real life
"Let's find a safe house nearby. We can almost go online." He said to Vodka.

Carrying ambition and dormancy, the Porsche 356A drives into the night.

In a high-end apartment building in Beido Town.

Vermouth was lying on her side on the bed. Outside the window, a drizzle began to fall. The raindrops hit the window, making tiny drops of sound.

On the bedside table, the monitoring device was almost out of power and was stubbornly flashing a red light.

The bug in the apartment opposite hadn't made any sound for a whole week, and it had apparently been found and destroyed.

And that lovely little Shirley hasn't gone out alone for a whole week. She hasn't even gone to the usual research institute. When she occasionally goes out, she is accompanied by that pretty boy. The sight of the two of them being inseparable is sickening.

Doesn't she plan to continue researching that drug?

Vermouth didn't understand.

She doesn't believe it.

Tokyo is an anxious city.

There are always people who go out before the sun and come back later than it.

Perhaps many uninformed outsiders think that this city is full of future and hope, but the closer you get to it, the more you can feel its lifelessness and smell the rotten smell that penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

Looking from a high place, no matter it is morning, noon or night, there are always dense crowds of people. They are like diligent ants, sticking to their positions in this steel ant nest, even though they are not worth mentioning.

(End of this chapter)