Conan's Exorcist Detective

Chapter 129 Scratched by a Cat
"What's wrong with your face?" Sato Miwako asked puzzledly, looking at the scratches on Haruhiko's face.

"Tickled by a cat."

"Cat, you still have a cat?" Miwako frowned.

As she spoke, she skillfully tapped the password keypad of the glass electronic door with her slender fingers.

After the beeping sound, the door opened.

Miwako walked through the glass door with a pile of documents in her arms, and Haruhiko followed closely behind.

Haruhiko came to the Izu Police Station today as agreed to draw a portrait of the strange man he met on the train.

"It's the hotel's cat," Haruhiko explained, then he rubbed the scratches on his face and added in his mind: And it's an angry kitten wearing a cute yukata, attacking out of shame and anger.

Meiwazi smiled and said, "It seems that you are not very popular with the animals."

Haruhiko gave a wry smile, looking around curiously.

The Izu Police Station building must have been rebuilt recently. In addition to the modern electronic doors and relatively cutting-edge decorative style, as soon as you enter the door, you can clearly feel that the surrounding air has become cooler. It must be equipped with central air conditioning.

The building is bustling.

Everywhere you can see civilian staff running in the corridors with documents in their arms, middle-aged detectives with stubble on their faces as if they had just had a nap, and suspects handcuffed with their heads bowed.

Through the cracks in the doors on both sides of the corridor, you can see that the temporary trash cans in the house are filled with cigarette butts and disposable coffee cups.

It seems that the cases of the bomber and the serial killer have indeed put the entire Metropolitan Police Department system into full operation.

Haruhiko followed Miwako into a meeting room near the back.

The conference room was empty, with chairs neatly arranged along the long table. The projector hanging on the wall was turned off, and sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, giving the room a warm feeling.

Miwako Sato leaned on the projector and stretched. The curve of her chest wrapped in her professional attire was perfectly displayed in front of Haruhiko.

"Why are you here?" Haruhiko asked.

Miwako Sato explained: "Because there are too many witnesses, the line for portrait artists at the police station is already booked until tomorrow, so we have no choice but to jump the queue."

"Are there that many people?"

"Most of them are just here to join in the fun, but there's nothing we can do. As long as someone provides information, we have to take it seriously, otherwise the reporters will catch us in the act." Miwako spread her hands.

Haruhiko nodded.

Then the two of them waited patiently for the portrait artist to arrive.

Bored, Haruhiko began to look around the surroundings, but the conference room was just an ordinary conference room, nothing interesting. After a quick glance, his eyes fell on Sato Miwako.

Miwako Sato had light makeup on her face, and her soft black short hair must have been carefully groomed. She leaned on the projector with her chest in her arms, her two slender legs crossed in front and behind, and the black shallow-mouth high heels on her feet tapped rhythmically on the ground like an elementary school student, which was a bit cute.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door.

A young-looking police officer in a shirt uniform walked in carrying drawing tools and paper.

"Officer Sato, I'm sorry I'm late."

Miwako returned to her capable policewoman self and walked over to introduce, "This is Keisuke Sugiura. Although he's currently in the Data Investigation Division, he's also a talented portrait artist."

The young police officer scratched his head a bit embarrassedly after being praised. "It's not that great, actually. I just worked as an artist for a while when I first started working."

Looking at his shy expression, as if it was a great honor to receive praise from Sato Miwako, Haruhiko couldn't help but sigh at Sato Miwako's amazing charm in the Metropolitan Police Department.

Then I went directly into the portrait process.

Haruhiko described the impression in his mind, and then Keisuke Sugiura drew the lines on paper, which he showed to Haruhiko for fine-tuning.

Soon the first portrait of the suspect was completed.

Haruhiko held it up and looked at it for a long time, then shook his head. "I feel like there are still quite a few details that are different, but overall it's almost there."

"That's okay. This kind of portrait requires several revisions before the criminal's appearance is restored." Sugiura Keisuke took out another piece of drawing paper. "Let's draw another one. This time, just re-describe the parts you think are wrong."

Haruhiko put the portrait aside and described it to Keisuke Sugiura again.

Miwako took the draft and looked at it carefully. Because the table was occupied by Haruhiko and the others, she casually spread the drawing on the projector behind the table.

Haruhiko looked over Sugiura Keisuke's shoulder and just happened to see Sato Miwako's back with her hands on the machine.

Because she was lying on the projector, the perfect curve of her hips stretched her uniform skirt to the limit. She gently lifted up the black shallow-mouth high heels on her feet and tapped the ground rhythmically with her toes.

Moreover, this environment and this outfit made Haruhiko subconsciously recall the plots of some movies he had seen in his previous life that were performed in small offices.

It would be even more similar if Sato Miwako stepped on black high heels and tiptoed.

Just as she was thinking about it, the cell phone that Sato Miwako had placed in the material bag rang.

She reached for the bag of clear material on the other side of the projector.

The material bag was placed on the other side of the projector, not far away, but just enough for her to reach it by standing on tiptoe.

Haruhiko raised his eyebrows and quickly picked up the water cup on the table and drank some water to calm himself down.

On the other side, Sato Miwako held the phone, winked at Haruhiko, and went out to answer the call.

Haruhiko continued to draw the portrait with Keisuke Sugiura.

Not long after, the second portrait was completed.

"I think it's almost done this time. It's almost exactly the same as the person I saw." Haruhiko said, looking at the drawing in his hand.

"That's great." Sugiura Keisuke said happily, "I'll send the portrait to the investigation headquarters right away."

Keisuke Sugiura grabbed the portrait and prepared to leave.

At this time, Sato Miwako had not returned yet, and Haruhiko was hesitating whether to wait for her here or go out to find her, when the door of the conference room was pushed open.

Three people who looked like detectives walked into the meeting room.

The leader was a fat middle-aged man with obvious signs of aging on his head, but his suit was meticulously tailored.

"Sugiura, what are you doing here?" asked Officer Nose.

Keisuke Sugiura quickly explained and showed the portrait to Nose.

Nose glanced at it, threw it to the ground, and scolded, "Are you bored? Do you want me to transfer you to the search team and let you bask in the sun outside?"

Sugiura Keisuke bent down to pick up the sketch on the ground, holding it in his hands and said, "I'm sorry, officer, I just wanted to be in case..."

"What if?" Nose interrupted him, "The portraits of the so-called witnesses were only made for the reporters. How could a criminal be so easily seen?
You young people, instead of working hard, are trying to take advantage of this kind of tricks. You are the ones dragging down the police's crime-solving rate. Get back to work!"

Nose's stern voice echoed in the conference room.

Sugiura lowered his head and dared not refute.

Haruhiko tried to explain, saying, "Officer, I actually saw the suspect. He was on the Shinkansen where the bombing occurred not long ago."

Upon hearing this, Officer Nose frowned even deeper. He remembered that Megure Jusan seemed to be responsible for that incident.

Because it was also a bomb case, Nose personally reviewed the files on the Shinkansen bomb case, wanting to see if there was any connection between it and the bomber previewed in this comic.

I have to say that the investigation of that incident was very efficient and in the end no casualties were caused. Considering the difficulty of the case, it was really not easy to complete it to this level.

But this matter had nothing to do with Megure Jusan from the beginning to the end.

It was almost entirely thanks to that high school kid named Kosaka that the incident was resolved so beautifully.

It's really embarrassing for the police.

Officer Nose's gaze fell on the young man in front of him again. The other party looked young, with a straight figure and handsome face. Overall, he gave people a very clean feeling and was full of youthfulness.

Neng Shi felt that this boy looked familiar.

However, he had seen at least a few thousand portraits recently, so everyone looked familiar to him now, so he didn't think much about it.

Just because you're a high school student, you think you can interfere with the police investigation? Why don't we all just quit tomorrow and make room for these high school students? Nengshi was secretly complaining in his heart.

"Got it. We'll take your advice into account." Nose snatched the sketch from Sugiura's hand, crumpled it up, and threw it into the trash can. Then he turned to his men and said, "Alright, Superintendent Matsumoto is going to have a meeting here soon. Quickly clear out the irrelevant people."

Sugiura stood there awkwardly, exchanging glances with Haruhiko.

The two detectives, who looked like bodyguards, walked up to Haruhiko and forced an unnatural smile. "Excuse me, could you please leave here? If you want to provide clues to the police later, you can go to the front desk to go through the procedures."

Although these two people had smiles on their faces, they surrounded Haruhiko as if he were a criminal.

This made Haruhiko very dissatisfied.

He was clearly invited to help solve the case, but it seemed like he was rejected. Not only did the other party not appreciate it, but they also treated him as a troublemaker. It was really infuriating.

If it wasn't for Meiko's request, who would care about your mess?

No wonder the Metropolitan Police Department hasn't found the bomber after all this time. It's you old-fashioned guys who lower the police's crime-solving rate, Haruhiko complained in his heart.

Then the two detectives "led" Haruhiko out of the meeting room.

Haruhiko originally wanted to find Sato Miwako, but these two people actually "asked" Haruhiko out of the police station building, saying that if he wanted to provide clues, he should go to the window to fill out a form and wait patiently, which made Haruhiko very angry.

He called Sato Miwako to tell her that he had left, but the line was always busy, so he had to give up.

Originally, Sonoko had invited him to visit the Suzuki Building today, but Haruhiko declined in order to come to the police station to paint portraits. He thought it would take at least the entire morning, but he didn't expect it to be "over" so quickly.

Where should I go next? Haruhiko fell into deep thought.

It seems that Haibara Ai went to the amusement park with Ayumi and the others, and because of the misunderstanding last night, Shirley is temporarily in a furious state, so it is better not to provoke her for the time being.

Sonoko should be in the Suzuki Building at this time, right?
I wonder if the tour is over yet, why not go join in the fun? He had originally planned to visit Suzuki Sonoko that afternoon anyway.

After making up his mind, Haruhiko took out his phone and called Suzuki Sonoko.

...

After Kousaka Haruhiko left, the conference room was quickly set up.

Nose did not lie about this. Superintendent Matsumoto Kiyonaga was indeed going to come here for a meeting.

At the same time, another heavyweight figure is also coming. According to Inspector Matsumoto, this person will play a significant role in the advancement of the case.

Thinking of this, Nengshi couldn't help but feel a little excited. Who exactly is this heavyweight figure?
The curtains were drawn tightly, and documents were brought in and placed on the table in the conference room.

Everything is ready.

People walked into the meeting room one after another.

This is not a general meeting, only a small number of people participate, and those who can sit here are the core members of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Officer Nose sat in the seat closest to Superintendent Matsumoto Kiyonaga, and couldn't help feeling a sense of superiority. Although the duty of a police officer is to investigate the truth and uphold justice, they are after all in the social system, so it is not difficult to understand why they would compare with each other.

Nose is now a hot figure in the Metropolitan Police Department thanks to his breakthrough in the investigation of the case.

It is worth mentioning that because of the slow progress of the investigation, Megure Juzo seemed to be punished by Inspector Matsumoto to participate in a field investigation and was not at the meeting.

This made Officer Nose very satisfied.

The guy who relies on high school kids to solve cases has no right to sit here.

Just as I was thinking about it, there was a knock on the door.

An old man with a silver beard and distinct Western features walked into the conference room.

The old man was wearing a green suit and was thin, looking very kind.

Although the old man gave people the impression of being a retired tutor at home, since he was qualified to enter this conference room, his identity was definitely not simple, Neng Shi thought.

Sure enough, Inspector Matsumoto stood up and went to meet him.

The others also stood up.

"Thank you for coming here in person, Agent James." Inspector Matsumoto shook hands with the other party.

James Blake spoke fluent Japanese: "Protecting the peace of this country is also what we should do."

Matsumoto Kiyonaga selectively ignored the question of why the FBI had a responsibility to protect the peace of this country and asked directly, "Did you bring the information about Atomic Cats?"

James took out a document from his briefcase and asked, "Is there a projector here?"

"Of course." Matsumoto Kiyonaga pointed to the projector behind him.

James took the information out of his briefcase and walked to the projector machine.

There was a piece of white paper on the projector, and you could vaguely see something written on the back of the paper.

James Blake picked up the white paper and wanted to put it aside, but when he accidentally glanced at the sketch, he was attracted by the content on it.

At the same time, Officer Nose was also shocked when he saw the painting.

Damn, why is there another one?
It's really annoying. I didn't expect there would be a problem with such details.

Although this is just a minor incident that is insignificant, it may make the FBI feel that the Metropolitan Police Department is not professional enough, and may lower his impression in the eyes of Superintendent Masaru Matsumoto.

It must be that those guys under me were not focused enough when they were working. Those bastards will be taught a lesson after the meeting.

Just when Neng Shi was thinking about where to send those guys who caused the accident to suffer.

On the other side, Agent James did not put down the painting for a long time, but looked at it carefully.

Seeing this, Matsumoto Seinaga asked in confusion, "What's wrong, Agent James?"

James Blake turned the drawing towards him and said solemnly, "Where did you get this information about this person?"

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