Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 50 Analysis
During the brief interval when the adults were talking, the children had quietly sneaked into Junye's brother's room and began looking for possible clues.

"We can basically rule out the possibility that he ran away from home." Conan took out a mobile phone and a wallet from the drawer with a serious expression.

“It’s a bit troublesome”

Another voice sounded beside his ear, almost scaring him to drop what he was holding. Conan looked back and saw that Anhe had somehow broken away from the socializing with the adults outside the house and followed him in.

"They didn't cut off contact on their own initiative, and there has been no news for a week, so this can't be a kidnapping and extortion case. In addition, the male high school student is neither too old nor too young, so the probability of him being abducted is relatively low."

"It's hard not to think of pyramid schemes or organ trade. It's hard to say whether Junye's brother is still alive."

Hearing his words, Junye's eyes suddenly turned red and tears flowed out. He looked extremely scared.

"Why, how could this happen?"

"Don't try to scare the children here on purpose." Miyano Shiho leaned against the door and threw something soft at him.

An He reacted quickly and caught it. When he looked down, he saw that it was a candy.

"In the cases you mentioned, generally speaking, they rarely choose targets like missing persons. High school students, families with siblings, and minors are all likely to attract attention. The risk and reward are too disproportionate. They are more inclined to look for those unemployed people who live alone or homeless people who no one cares about."

"It's just a guess. When facing this kind of thing, we always have to be mentally prepared for the worst." An He didn't care.

"That would be too cruel to the people who care about him."

"Okay, I'll follow Mr. Miyano's instructions."

Ayumi found a corner sticking out from under the bed and pulled out a lot of portraits from it.

“There are so many paintings here!”

Yuan Tai came closer and felt a little dizzy from the strong colors: "Eh, this is such a bad painting!"

An He took the paintings and identified them one by one.

"Picasso, Monet, Van Gogh, Gauguin. They are all copied masterpieces of famous artists, and they are 90% similar."

Although there is nothing outstanding in terms of color, the sensitivity to lines in these imitations is outstanding, which shows that Junye's brother has some talent in art.

“This one is pretty good.”

He pulled out a rough sketch from the bottom, on which was the stone portrait of Natsume Sogo printed on the 1,000-yen note.

"My brother likes Natsume Soseki very much. He even made a copy of this painting and sent it to an art museum for an exhibition." Junye wiped his tears and spoke out.

"Which art museum is it?" An He turned around and asked him.

"It's in Toriya-cho 5-chome, that small art museum."

"Okay, I got it." Anhe put down the portrait and called Inspector Megure.

"Hey, Inspector Megure, I'd like to ask if there's any news about counterfeit money gangs running around in Tokyo recently?"

"Counterfeit money? Then you have to ask the Investigation Section 2. Our Section 1 is only responsible for forcible crimes."

"Then I should say sorry in advance, Inspector Megure. A week ago, a missing person case occurred in Beika-cho 4-chome. It is very likely related to this counterfeit money gang. I suggest that you investigate the two cases together."

"What?" Inspector Megure asked quickly, "Please explain clearly, Anhe, brother. It will be difficult for us to deal with it just by saying this."

"The missing person was very talented in art. Not long ago, he sent a portrait of Natsume Soseki to an art museum for an exhibition. Perhaps it was at this time that he was targeted by the counterfeit money gang."

"Is there any connection between the two?" Inspector Megure was a little confused.

"He has been missing for a whole week, and there has been no contact with his family for ransom, nor has there been any unclaimed body dumping. Out of trust in the Metropolitan Police Department, I will not consider the possibility that the missing person was transported out of the country, so I can only think of coercion as a crime."

"Ah" When he heard the words "transport out of the country", Inspector Megure was a little startled and cold sweat began to appear on his back.

"Natsume Soseki represents a 1,000 yen bill. It's hard for anyone to detect the counterfeiting of such a small bill. This means that the perpetrator is bold but careful. However, since they dare to carry out such a kidnapping in the city, I think they are a relatively complete gang, which is why they were able to keep the imprisonment a secret."

Anhe paused for a moment, giving Inspector Megure time to react, and then continued, "Due to equipment and safety considerations, they can only choose a few locations, and there should be convenience stores or fast food restaurants nearby. In order not to reveal too many faces, they will select a member to be responsible for purchasing food. The store staff should have an impression of this person who buys at a very strange frequency and in very strange quantities."

"Based on my personal advice, I recommend that the police prioritize investigating the local private newspapers in Toriya Town, and it would be best to start from the shops on the duplex floors." "I understand." After listening to this, Inspector Megure felt that it was still very credible and said seriously.

He was heard yelling instructions from the other end, and then the call was hung up.

Conan stared at An He in amazement. He had just gotten some inspiration from these paintings, but then he saw An He took out his cell phone and started talking a lot. He easily linked the counterfeit money incident and the missing incident together, and narrowed the search scope to this extent.

For a moment, Conan even felt like he was back in his childhood, with a sense of déjà vu watching his father reasoning at the crime scene.

Somewhat frustrated.

"Okay, let's leave the rest to the police, and kids should just do what kids should do." After putting away his phone, Anhe stood up and patted Conan's hedgehog head.

After blinking at Miyano Shiho again, Anhe tilted his head toward the outside of the house and said, "Is this the end of get off work for good?"

Walking out of the room, Anhe noticed that Miyano Shiho was looking at him with a strange look.

"what happened?"

"I thought you were going to use that vague 'divination' again."

"Mr. Miyano, your stereotype of me is a bit strong, isn't it?" An He said with a smile, "Divination is useful, but I am more than just a fortune teller."

"And I am also gaining knowledge and making progress, okay?"

"Okay, hardworking Awa-kun." Miyano Shiho tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and curled the corners of her mouth slightly.

An He captured this moment accurately.

"Wow, Mr. Miyano, you actually smiled."

"No." The previous arcs disappeared again.

"some."

"You're wrong."

"Can you smile again?"

"Ahwa-kun is really becoming more and more perverted."

"call--"

Under the shadow of a tall building, at the intersection of a small road where no sunlight can reach, an old black Porsche 356A is parked quietly on the side of the road.

The tall man in black was half leaning against the front of the car, puffing out smoke. The faint light from his cell phone shone on his sickly pale face, and his sharp eagle-like eyes narrowed.

A black shadow that hid in the shadows from the sunlight attracted his attention. It flapped its wings and slowly landed on the street lamp, standing there quietly.

The cigarette butt that was about to burn out flickered in the mist.

Gin raised his eyes and met those deep gray-blue eyes.

"Ah."

He scoffed.

"Crows are creatures that really suit dusk."

The window of the driver's seat gradually rolled down, and Vodka's honest face poked out from inside. In order to echo his boss's mood, he looked at the black bird carefully, and wanted to express some emotion.

However, as I watched, I realized something was wrong.

"Boss, this looks like a starling?"

Dusk is indeed a quiet time.

(End of this chapter)