Conan's Helping People

Hinata didn't know that she was a mutated border collie cub, and she still obediently lay in the cage observing humans and thinking about philosophy.

Just like Matsuda Jinpei, he didn't know that he was a search dog trying to sniff out any suspicious smells.

They looked at each other, and Hinata hesitated reasonably before closing the door.

Although the nurse's behavior of burning things on the spot is very suspicious, no matter how you look at it, the logic of "collecting things contaminated with his blood, burning them in front of him, and trying to encourage them afterwards" is biased towards him.

Bar.

It's a bit like Hinata's reasonable blood cannot be obtained by others, so the nurse directly helped to deal with it.

As soon as he came to this conclusion, Hinata would think of the table stained with a lot of blood when he just opened his eyes, and the blood dripping on the ground along his arms from the seats in the hall downstairs.

The nurse carefully cut off the blood-stained trouser legs. Hinata planned to check around the table and hall floor when she had time later. However, since both of them could be cleaned naturally, it didn't mean anything.

However, if it can be confirmed that someone did go out of their way to clean up those things, they are probably the same group as the nurse, the same organization...perhaps, the black organization.

Hinata only has an impression of this organization, and only this organization is closest to him.

Not sure yet, he watched the curly-haired police officer turn around, stared at him, hesitated, and asked calmly: "What's wrong?"

The curly-haired police officer seemed a little tired. He was leaning against the wall, holding his mobile phone in one hand, and was deep in thought. When he heard the greeting, the other person seemed to shake his hair and shake off all the fatigue. Now he is normal again.

The other party put his hands in his pockets, walked over, and said casually: "Is the wheelchair in there?"

There was also a white cigarette in that hand, which was not lit. Hinata could reasonably catch a glimpse of it.

He only caught a glimpse of it for a moment, and then the cigarette was put away... He did smell cigarette smoke on Matsuda Jinpei, but he had never seen him smoke it.

While thinking about this, Hinata answered this question in a perfunctory and perfunctory manner, which was almost just nonsense, "Can I go back to the ward directly now? The wheelchair is useless, and there is nothing wrong with my legs."

The curly-haired police officer was really tired. After asking a nonsense question and getting a nonsense answer, he didn't have any energetic reaction. He just nodded thoughtfully.

You can write thoughtfully, or you can read in a daze.

After looking at the other person a few more times to confirm that the other person's curly hair was still fluffy, Hinata politely withdrew her gaze and walked with the other person to the ward.

The curly-haired police officer walked a little slowly, and after a while he spoke again: "Xiao Hinata...I'm sorry for being led astray by other random guys."

Hyuga Reasonable: "...?"

The other party raised his eyebrows nonchalantly, as if opening the archive again. Now he spoke for the first time, and solemnly said: "Today, or tomorrow, the criminal police will come to you to take a statement."

"I probably need to record two records at once, one about Mrs. Hinata's affairs, and one about the bomber just now."

As if he had entered into a serious topic, Matsuda Jinpei's voice became a little deeper.

Hinata glanced at him reasonably. Although she didn't understand why the other party cared so much about recording a confession, she still chose to comfort him, "Okay, I will cooperate with the inquiry and tell everything I know."

It's easy to appease a nurse, but it doesn't take much effort to appease a curly-haired police officer.

Anyway, from beginning to end, he was just a simple unlucky guy.

"According to convention, you were the victim in these two incidents. You should only be briefly asked about the incident, and since you are a minor, even the detailed details can be ignored."

Matsuda Jinpei did some science first, and then glanced to the side. Hinata lowered her eyes reasonably and slowly measured the road in front of her feet with her eyes. It seemed that she was walking too slowly, so she was impatient.

"But," when there is a but in everything, the important thing is the words behind it. Matsuda Jinpei touched the cigarette in his pocket.

Sensing that the other party was too hesitant and didn't know how to express his intentions to the minor in detail, Hinata responded reasonably and calmly: "However, I am not friendly when asking for a confession this time, am I?"

It's so easy to guess... No, you don't even need to guess at all.

It is known that Matsuda Jinpei works in the Metropolitan Police Department and has many police information channels and colleagues. He is also a good person.

... Being able to stay with a minor who is a complete stranger, stay in the hospital for so long, and even get angry when I think the minor is a little passive in dealing with life, although I quickly suppressed it.

He obviously smoked and smelled of smoke, but there was no smell in the ward. The other party did not smoke in the ward.

Taking the above information together, the other party is undoubtedly a typical image, the kind of violent but gentle police officer in TV dramas.

But such a person will hesitate every time the matter of taking a confession is mentioned, and even make it clear from the beginning that the confession will not be taken for the time being.

Hinata is reasonably curious about what role she plays in the other person's heart.

If you think you are deliberately taking risks and reacting negatively to life, then you must be a sensitive character who is smart and thoughtful.

Regarding the matter of recording a confession, her attitude towards him was as if she was really just a poor minor who had been attacked suddenly.

Another example is now, when the meaning that was clearly difficult to express was understood easily, Matsuda Jinpei did not breathe a sigh of relief, but frowned more and more.

The other party walked around in silence for a while, then changed the subject: "By the way, Mr. Kudo will come see you again in the afternoon and ask if it's convenient for you in the afternoon."

"It should be convenient." Hinata reassured the other party casually again, and followed the change of topic indifferently, "But is there something serious? I don't know Mr. Kudo very well."

"Mr. Kudo said that he and your parents are friends, so he wants to visit you more." Matsuda Jinpei recalled and recounted the reason.

Then he noticed that Hinata's reasonable steps were stagnant, and his brows furrowed.

He subconsciously followed Hinata's reasonable eyes and glanced ahead, only to see an empty corridor, so he asked inexplicably: "What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

"No, it's nothing." Hinata retracted her gaze reasonably and slowly moved it to Officer Curly's face, "I'm just a little surprised that Mr. Kudo actually knows my parents."

While talking, he closed the prompt that suddenly popped up in the system.

[Ding, the wearer of the locator has lost vital signs. Can I recover it with one click?]

[Details: The wearer died on the spot. The fatal injury was on the forehead. There were too many witnesses. The host is asked to choose whether to recycle the locator within thirty seconds.]

[Recycled.]