Traveling back thirty years to Conan, intercepting Princess Eri

Chapter 309 Shuichi-nii-san, I'm waiting for you to be my brother-in-law!
After the awards ceremony, as agreed, Matsuda Jotaro followed Inspector Samezaki to the police car parked outside the venue.

Matsuda Jinpei followed closely behind, his little hands tightly gripping the hem of his father's clothes.

Lin Xiuyi squatted down and looked at the stubborn little boy at eye level: "Jinpei, why don't you go back to the izakaya with the Hagiwara siblings and wait for news, okay?"

Matsuda Jinpei bit his lip and took a long time to loosen his father's clothes.

He suddenly bowed deeply, his small body almost bent at a ninety-degree angle: "Shuichi-nii-san, I'm entrusting my father's case to you!"

Lin Xiuyi gently patted his shoulder: "Don't worry, I will definitely find out the truth."

Matsuda Jinpei raised his head, suddenly remembered something, gritted his teeth, and his little face turned bright red: "As long as Shuichi-nii-san helps Dad clear his name, I... I won't compete with you for Chisato-nee!"

"Huh?" Lin Xiuyi was stunned.

Hagiwara Chisato's fair cheeks instantly turned bright red, then as black as the bottom of a pot.

She clenched her fist and slammed it mercilessly into Matsuda Jinpei's head: "You bastard Matsuda, why do you have to drag me into your conversations!"

After reprimanding Matsuda Jinpei, Hagiwara Chisato looked at Hayashi Shuichi, her voice softening unconsciously: "Shuichi-nii-san, I believe you will definitely find out the truth about Uncle Matsuda's case."

"Shuichi-nii-san, I'm waiting for you to be my brother-in-law!" Hagiwara Kenji popped out from behind his sister, grinning and giving Hayashi Shuichi a thumbs up.

Hagiwara Chisato clenched her fists in embarrassment and anger, ready to teach her younger brother a lesson again.

Kenji Hagiwara quickly hid behind Shuichi Hayashi: "Onee-san, no one likes a girl who's too violent."

"You just wait," Hagiwara Chisato said sullenly, lowering her hand.

"The police are very busy with their cases, so don't waste Onii-chan's time any longer!" Reiko said angrily.

Matsuda Jotaro took one last look at his son before turning and getting into the police car.

Although he got into Inspector Samezaki's car, the case was previously investigated by the Bunkyo Police Station, and the relevant on-site investigation reports are also at the Bunkyo Police Station.

After Lin Xiuyi got into the car, Inspector Samezaki started the car and drove towards the Bunkyo Police Station.

On the way, Lin Xiuyi looked at Matsuda Jotaro through the rearview mirror.

The boxer's rough fingers were nervously twisted together, with calluses from training on his knuckles.

“Mr. Matsuda,” Hayashi Hideichi began gently, “could you tell me in detail what happened on your way home yesterday afternoon?”

Matsuda Jotaro took a deep breath and recalled, "Actually, it wasn't much different from usual. I was worried that overtraining would affect my performance in today's match, so I left the gym two hours earlier than usual and returned to my rented room."

"When I got near the park, it must have been past five o'clock. I heard two men arguing loudly. I didn't want to get into trouble, so I quickened my pace and walked over."

"Do you remember what those two people looked like, and their builds?" Lin Xiuyi pressed.

Matsuda Jotaro closed his eyes and thought for a moment: "One is about my height, around 1.8 meters. The other one..."

He opened his palm and roughly measured it.

"He needs to be about half a head shorter, and as for his appearance..."

Matsuda Jotaro shook his head helplessly, his face full of frustration.
"I didn't care at all."

“If I had known this would happen,” he suddenly clenched his fist, his voice filled with self-reproach, “I should have stepped forward to stop it yesterday. If I had, perhaps this murder wouldn’t have happened, and I wouldn’t have encountered so much trouble today.”

“First, this isn’t your responsibility,” Lin Xiuyi comforted him. “Second, what’s done is done, there’s no use regretting it now. You should think carefully and see if there are any details you’ve overlooked that you haven’t told us.” “Yes!” Matsuda Jotaro sat up straight and nodded vigorously.

For the rest of the journey, he tried hard to recall what had happened.

But as he said, he didn't linger in the park at all, thinking it was better to avoid trouble, so how could he have noticed other details?

Two police cars from the Metropolitan Police Department quickly arrived at the Bunkyo Police Station.

Officer Da Tian had been waiting for a long time. When he saw Lin Xiuyi and the others enter, a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"Welcome, everyone."

With a sarcastic tone, Officer Daejeon casually tossed several file folders onto the table.

"This is all the case information. We'll hand over the leftovers we ate to you."

After saying that, Officer Ota turned around and strode away without waiting for Inspector Samezaki's response.

“Sorry,” the Bunkyo Police Chief said as he walked over, rubbing his hands together. “Ota’s temper… has always been this bad.”

“However, this case,” the chief said doubtfully, “is indeed very clear. Someone has testified that Matsuda Jotaro was at the crime scene. Is there any need to investigate further?”

Inspector Samezaki picked up the file folder expressionlessly: "Based on the evidence you currently have, do you dare hand it over to the prosecutor's office?"

Japan boasts a criminal conviction rate as high as 99.99%, which suggests that Japan's police and prosecutors are exceptionally capable.

In reality, the conviction rate is as high as 99.99%, all because of the tacit understanding between the police and prosecutors.

Prosecutors are afraid that if they make a mistake in prosecuting a case, it will implicate them. Therefore, they only prosecute cases with sufficient evidence and a perfect chain of evidence. Other cases with insufficient evidence are sent back to the police station for reinvestigation.

To avoid sending too many cases back to the police station, the police station has reached a tacit understanding with the prosecutor's office: cases that are not certain will either not be filed at all, or will simply be left unresolved in the police station.

Inspector Samezaki was well aware of this. The chief chuckled dryly, dropped the subject, chatted for a few more minutes, and then took his leave.

“Let’s go,” Officer Matsumoto said, glancing around at the officers from the Bunkyo Police Station, who all gave them, these unfriendly guests, cold looks. “We’re clearly not welcome here.”

……

On his way back to the Metropolitan Police Department, Lin Xiuyi carefully reviewed the investigation files from the Bunkyo Police Station.

The deceased was named Takeda Yamato. The photo in the file shows him as a man with a resolute face and a noticeable scar on his brow bone.

Like Matsuda Jotaro, Takeda Yamato was also a professional boxer.

However, compared to Matsuda Jotaro, who made it to the finals and had a smooth career, Takeda Yamato was in a much worse situation. Although he had also struggled in Tokyo for many years, he had always remained a second or third-rate player.

The forensic report confirmed that the cause of death was indeed, as Officer Daejeon stated, brain damage resulting from a severe blow to the head.

Apart from that, there were no other injuries on the deceased's body.

Takeda Yamato's height is similar to Matsuda Jotaro's. If what the latter just said is true, then the murderer is very likely the man who argued with Takeda Yamato and was half a head shorter.

“This person,” Lin Xiuyi handed Takeda Yamato’s photo to the back seat, “are you sure you don’t recognize him?”

(End of this chapter)