Conan's Exorcist Detective

Chapter 142: Favoring Miwako Sato’s heart

When Yasuyuki Murakawa came to the staff lounge, the sadness on his face instantly turned into a sneer.

That bitch Michiko Osawa is finally dead.

And he killed him with his own hands.

When he thought of her incredible expression when she was subdued, Murakawa Yasuyuki's heart began to beat wildly and his breathing couldn't help but become rapid.

Before, in front of outsiders, he didn't even dare to think about that scene, for fear of revealing a flaw.

However, he was the only one in the staff lounge. The rest of the people had gone to maintain order at the scene. Before the police arrived, the task of sealing off the scene could only be temporarily handed over to the staff here.

Yasuyuki Murakawa should have gone as well, but he couldn't contain his excitement and left on the pretext of feeling unwell.

On either side of the lounge stood two large iron lockers, used by staff to store their clothing and personal belongings. Murakawa Yasuyuki walked to his own closet, opened the door, and tremblingly pulled a yellowed photograph from his coat pocket.

"Naoko, Ryoka, I have avenged you." Yasuyuki Murakawa murmured to himself while looking at the photo in his hand. It was a photo of his wife and daughter.

He has been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Even before going to bed every night, he would imagine the scene of killing Michiko Osawa in his mind to maintain the resentment in his heart.

However, what Yasuyuki Murakawa did not expect was that the process of killing Michiko Osawa was much smoother than he thought.

It felt like squashing a bug, with almost no trouble.

This actually made him feel unreal, as if the emotions that had been pent up for a long time had not been fully released, and he always felt like something was missing.

But no matter what, it is a certain fact that the bitch is dead.

The only troublesome thing now is the bet between the old man who suddenly appeared and the female detective, which was not part of Murakawa Yasuyuki's plan.

"What a pair of nosy guys." Yasuyuki Murakawa sat on the sofa in the lounge and lit a cigarette to ease his anxiety.

The old man surnamed Fujido always showed his courtesy to that bitch Osawa. He came to watch almost every performance, and the gifts he sent backstage were the most valuable among all the audience members.

Given Daze's personality, she would have gotten together with that old man a long time ago, right? I wonder if that old man is still okay at his age.

That female detective is a bit annoying, too. Wouldn't it be better for her to just stay with her lover? Why does she have to meddle in other people's business?

But Murakawa thought again, it would be nice to see such a beautiful female detective walking around Kabukicho, but I heard that she has to bring her police officer ID, wouldn't that be extremely embarrassing?
Yasuyuki Murakawa made up his mind that he must go and visit it when the time comes.

He thought of the cat ears on the female police officer's head again, and his eyes gradually became strange.

I didn't expect that the police officers from the Metropolitan Police Department would do such things to please others in private. I really envy that little kid. He must have grabbed those furry ears and conquered the policewoman a lot, right?
What a lucky kid! I don't know how he was trained so successfully.

Under the stimulation of nicotine, Yasuyuki Murakawa's originally nervous mood was relieved a lot and his thoughts became bolder.

While maliciously speculating about the relationship between Haruhiko and Sato Miwako, he didn't think that his method of committing the crime would be discovered.

He had even begun to imagine the scene of Sato Miwako wearing the clothes of a prostitute and standing on the street, and decided to take a few more photos as a souvenir.

I was having a sweet dream when there was a knock on the door of the lounge.

Murakawa Yasuyuki quickly put out his cigarette in the glass ashtray and put on a sad expression again on his face: "Please come in."

The door was pushed open, and a group led by Sato Miwako walked into the lounge.

Murakawa Yasuyuki immediately came forward and asked with concern, "Officer, have you found the murderer?"

"Found it, the murderer is you." Sato Miwako said coldly.

"Really? That's so... Eh? What did you say?" Murakawa Yasuyuki was stunned. "I'm the murderer? Officer, are you mistaken?"

Miwako Sato said nothing and looked at him coldly.

The sharp look made Murakawa feel a little scared, but he knew that he must not show any sign of retreat at this time, otherwise it would be tantamount to directly admitting that he was the murderer.

He forced himself to look at Sato Miwako with innocent eyes and keep a calm expression, but his heart was already in a mess.

Murakawa really couldn't understand why the other party suddenly targeted him.

He had rehearsed the entire murder plan countless times and only took action after making sure there were no loopholes. How could it be discovered in such a short time?

What's more, the policewoman in front of him was obviously not the type with strong professional ability.

Now that the bomb case has become such a big deal, how could a truly capable detective come here wearing cat ears and being intimate with a little boy?

Yasuyuki Murakawa instinctively thought that Miwako Sato should play a vase-like role in the Metropolitan Police Department.

How could such a vase policewoman see through his carefully planned murder plan?
Murakawa Yasuyuki didn't quite believe it.

But the other party spoke with certainty, as if he was very sure that he was the murderer.

Yasuyuki Murakawa thought that she must not want to lose the bet, so she wanted to find a scapegoat to fool the old man.

Thinking of this, Murakawa's panic subsided a lot. He said angrily, "Murder is a serious matter. You can't just slander me. Do you have any evidence?"

The old man Fujita Wakao was also sarcastically saying, "I'm just saying, don't try to find a scapegoat. I won't approve of it without evidence."

Miwako Sato glanced at Haruhiko.

Haruhiko gave her a reassuring smile and took over the conversation, "Of course there's evidence. Officer Sato just asked me to investigate and collect evidence. To save everyone's time, let me explain."

Haruhiko said this in order to put the credit for solving the case on Miwako, after all, it was nominally a bet between her and Fujido Wakaki.

But old man Todo didn't seem to care. Perhaps the moment he agreed to the bet, he had already tacitly included Haruhiko in the team of helpers.

From the contempt in Fujito's eyes, it can be seen that he probably thinks that having one more little kid won't make any difference.

"Before the performance started, I was in the control room with everyone and had no time to commit the crime." Kawamura Tsuyoshi explained his alibi before Haruhiko spoke.

Haruhiko smiled and said, "It won't take long. You just need to knock her out and then move her to the clamshell. I guess you've been away for a while, right?"

Sato Miwako immediately asked the staff member who was with him, and the staff member said, "Yes, Kawamura did go to the restroom once, but... not to this extent, right?"

Murakawa also argued vigorously: "You are talking nonsense. What can you do with so little time?"

"Don't be so quick to deny it. Let me first show you the suspicious points that Officer Sato asked me to help investigate. Please follow me." Haruhiko led everyone to the actors' dressing room.

Haruhiko pointed to the scattered makeup on the table and said, "Miss Ozawa is always careful, but the fact that her makeup is so scattered must mean something happened while she was putting it on."

Yasuyuki Murakawa couldn't help but frown.

Haruhiko then led everyone to the shell launch chamber below the stage.

This is also a cylindrical space. When the actors are ready, it will be filled with water and then connected to the glass tank on the stage. The actors will climb up from here.

Haruhiko pointed to a small white mark on the ground and said, "The color and type of this foundation are the same as the one Ms. Ozawa uses.

This is evidence that you were worried you couldn't drown Ms. Ozawa, so you deliberately placed her face down. If she had truly drowned accidentally, she would have struggled violently, and it's impossible for her to have only been stained with this little bit of foundation."

Yasuyuki Murakawa's face turned pale.

Haruhiko led everyone back to where Michiko Osawa's body was.

He pointed at the medical patch on the corpse's foot and said, "You put this patch on to make everyone think she drowned, but it's actually a flaw.

Ms. Ozawa is very concerned about the audience's gaze and would never perform on stage with tape on her face, so your attempt to conceal the truth only makes the matter more suspicious."

Murakawa Yasuyuki's breathing was already a little disordered.

He never expected that the plan he thought was perfect would have so many loopholes and unreasonable aspects.

Moreover, this kid found so many suspicious points in less than an hour, which was a big blow to him.

But now I have to control my emotions. What this kid said is just speculation. There is no conclusive evidence, it is just suspicion.

Murakawa Yasuyuki pretended to be angry and shouted, "What a joke! These are just your speculations. Do you want to convict me with such speculations?

I thought you were capable of some grand speeches, but I didn't expect you to resort to such childish tricks. Miss Detective, I think you've completely misjudged me this time."

Murakawa's acting is good, and his performance is very much like the reaction of someone who has been wronged.

Everyone's eyes fell on Haruhiko's face again.

Conan looked at his watch at this time. After all this trouble, the time was almost up. If he couldn't provide the key evidence, he would probably not be able to get Yasuyuki Murakawa to plead guilty.

Although it is almost certain that Murakawa is the murderer, if things drag on, Sato Miwako will have to go to the red-light district to fulfill the bet.

Does this guy Kosaka have any evidence?

Conan felt a little anxious.

The other onlookers were more or less expecting Haruhiko to come up with some evidence, but of course there were also a small number of people who secretly hoped that Haruhiko would not be able to come up with the crucial evidence.

Because then they can go to the entertainment district and watch Miwako Sato's show. I heard she will also wear a police officer's ID around her neck, I wonder if she will also wear cat ears?
A few people with ulterior motives were secretly looking forward to it.

However, the participant of this bet, Sato Miwako, was surprisingly calm at the moment, and she herself didn't know why she was so calm.

Logically speaking, she should be the most nervous person besides the murderer. After all, if she loses, her career as a criminal police officer will basically be over.

But why am I not nervous at all?

Sato Miwako cast her gaze on Haruhiko's confident face.

It should be him, right?
Although this guy seems unreliable and likes to flirt with other girls, he has never let her down at critical moments.

When Sato Miwako thought of Haruhiko's broad back standing in front of her when she was being troubled by Fujito just now, she felt inexplicably at ease.

Haruhiko didn't keep everyone waiting for too long.

He smiled mysteriously at Yasuyuki Murakawa: "I guess you would never have thought that the evidence has always been with you." "What?!" Murakawa widened his eyes.

Haruhiko continued, "The evidence is on your back, around your neck. There should be a lipstick mark from Ms. Ozawa.

Of course, don't explain that you got it while passing by, because the shape of the lipstick mark is upside down. Only when you were carrying the unconscious Miss Ozawa would a lipstick mark of this shape be left on your shoulder."

Yasuyuki Murakawa took a step back, holding his shoulder.

The Junior Detective Team quietly walked over, jumped up and pulled down Murakawa Yasuyuki's clothes, revealing the lipstick mark on his shoulder.

Everyone exclaimed.

Sato Miwako said with a straight face: "This is the situation. Do you have anything else to explain?"

"I..." Yasuyuki Murakawa opened his mouth, but found that it seemed useless to say anything.

They seemed to be sure of victory just now, but who could have imagined that the situation would take such a dramatic turn in just a few minutes.

But, why was it discovered when the murder plan was so perfect and had been rehearsed so many times?
He set his eyes on Haruhiko. Although Haruhiko said that Officer Sato had asked him to investigate, Murakawa was not stupid. He knew that Haruhiko had definitely put in a lot of effort in this case, and he might even have handled it all by himself.

But there's no point thinking about it now.

Faced with irrefutable evidence, Murakawa Yasuyuki knelt on the ground in despair, crying loudly: "It's all that woman's fault. If she hadn't run over my wife and child with her car, she would have killed them..."

Yasuyuki Murakawa began to repent.

When Fujido Wakao saw Murakawa's look, a relieved expression appeared on his face, and he thought to himself, Miss Osawa, I have avenged you.

But to be honest, Fujido was also a little shocked.

He didn't expect that this kid was really capable and actually found the murderer.

In fact, Fujido had not had much hope at first. He was just in a bad mood, and happened to encounter the other party looking for trouble, so he wanted to humiliate the female police officer severely and vent his anger, so he shortened the bet time.

If he had known that he had this ability, Fujido would have extended the time even for Miss Osawa.

But none of that matters now.

The murderer has been caught, and he has done his best. It's a pity that we won't be able to see Miss Ozawa's performances in the future.

As for the bet, Fujido Wakao didn't take it to heart at all.

Of course he had a way to escape the punishment of the bet, otherwise he would not have agreed to such harsh bet conditions.

At this moment there was a commotion at the door.

Men in black suits arrived at the scene accompanied by police officers.

Sure enough, the police arrived at the scene just after an hour. They were led by a strange officer who was shocked when he learned that the case had been solved.

Later, when I learned that Kosaka Haruhiko, who caught the serial killer, also helped a lot, I was not so shocked.

After that, Haruhiko will have nothing to do. Sato Miwako will handle the follow-up matters.

The young detectives not only watched the performance, but also participated in solving the case and returned to the hotel satisfied.

After handing over all matters to the police officer who arrived at the scene, Sato Miwako couldn't wait to find Haruhiko to thank him.

But after looking around the hall of the venue, I didn't see the boy.

Did he go back?

Miwako thought again and felt that it shouldn't be the case, because that guy wasn't the type to hide his achievements and fame after helping others.

He was probably waiting for her to come over and distribute the benefits.

Miwako thought that her cuteness would get him to help investigate the bomber, but in the end, she owed Haruhiko a big favor.

Really, why did it turn out like this?

Miwako scratched her hair in annoyance.

If all else fails, just meow a few more times for him as compensation.

Well... at most, let him take a look at my feet. Meiko secretly drew a line in her mind and decided not to let him take too much advantage.

Miwako Sato asked the staff on site and learned that Haruhiko seemed to be in the backstage corridor, so she walked towards the back of the stage.

She looked around.

Finally, I heard Haruhiko's voice near a relatively remote storage room.

Just as she was about to sneak over and kill Haruhiko to calm him down, she heard another discordant voice.

It was Fujido Wakao's voice: "Are you really going to act so impulsively, little brat?"

Haruhiko: "I'm just fulfilling a bet."

Hearing that they seemed to be negotiating, Sato Miwako stopped and hid behind the wall to eavesdrop.

Fujido Wakao continued, "Even if it's a set bet, it can be changed under the right conditions. For example, I'll give you 2000 million as hush money."

"You want to use 2000 million to make me betray Miwako? Sorry, I can't do it." Haruhiko refused decisively.

Seeing that Haruhiko disagreed, Fujido Wakao became anxious: "You little brat who has never experienced the hardships of society, do you know how much money that is?
You may not be able to save such a large sum of money even after working for twenty years, you can use this money to find more women, any number of women will do..."

Haruhiko interrupted the other person sharply, "Stop talking! Put away your disgusting thoughts.

How can a woman who can be bought with money compare to Meiwako? Besides, I would never betray my friends."

Fujido Wakao was silent for a moment.

He continued to persuade her, "You can completely hide the fact that you accepted the money from the female police officer. That innocent woman must be easy to deceive. You can just find a reason to appease her.

I will also take the initiative to write a thank-you letter to the Metropolitan Police Department and publicize her achievements in solving this case.

This way you can get some money, isn't that good?"

Haruhiko shook his head. "If I needed money, I would earn it myself. Once I do something like this, no matter how covertly, it will be a thorn in my relationship with her that will never be removed."

Fujido Wakao's emotions were a little out of control, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Do you really have to embarrass an old man like me? Do you know that if this gets out, it will affect my position in the company? I'm about to retire and I can't stand this kind of trouble."

Haruhiko sneered, "Then why did you dare to agree before? If you agree, you have to bear the consequences, right?"

"Who knew you were such a fool?" Fujita Rakusei was furious, but then he suppressed his emotions and whispered, "Just think of it as helping a poor old man like me. Name a price, and as long as it's within my budget, I won't bargain."

Fujido Wakao started to play the victim.

Haruhiko said sternly, "This isn't a matter of money. Even if you offered me 100 million yen, I wouldn't agree. You must pay for what you did to Miwako."

You may not know that the female police officer you said only knew how to bow and apologize had to stay up until late at night every day to investigate the case. She didn't even have time to have a proper meal and could only eat instant noodles.

I will never allow anyone to bully Meiwako, who works so hard.

No matter who the other party is, I will never let him go!!"

Fujido Wakasai sat on the ground in a daze, unable to speak anymore.

At the same time, Sato Miwako, who was eavesdropping on the other side of the wall, was even more shocked than Fujido.

She had never expected Haruhiko to give such an answer.

Haruhiko's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting her heart hard, leaving her a little at a loss.

The moment Miwako Sato joined the Metropolitan Police Department, she was mentally prepared to be misunderstood, misunderstood, and even insulted.

But in addition to being a criminal police officer, she is also a young girl who also has a desire to be protected and understood.

She had been suppressing this desire before.

Remind yourself not to be weak, no one can protect her from the wind and rain.

Although this desire was temporarily suppressed, it did not disappear. Instead, it was sealed deep in the heart and gradually fermented and became stronger.

But no one has been able to open the bottle containing the girl's desire.

Although Haruhiko's answer failed to completely open the bottle, it was like a heavy hammer that created a crack in it, allowing a lot of the substance in the bottle to leak out.

The impact of this incident is...

When Haruhiko rejected Fujido Wakao for the first time, Miwako felt an impulse.

She wanted to rush over, bury her face in Haruhiko's broad chest, smell his scent, and feel that strong sense of security.

But she suppressed it.

And when Haruhiko finished his last words, Sato Miwako's heart was tense.

It broke with a snap.

She herself was like a puppet with its strings cut, being pulled by a mysterious force and crashing into Haruhiko's chest.

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