No one understands the laws of Collider better than me.

"Kitahara-nii! That..."

Seeing Ran's somewhat hesitant demeanor, Kitahara Makoto immediately understood and said:

“Recently, Kudo said he felt very unwell.”

"Feeling unwell? Is Shinichi sick?"

"No, no, he's been complaining about not being able to see you, but because the criminal organization he's run into this time is rather special, he still needs to operate under our protection. The last meeting was actually because he sneaked out. By the way, Miss Mori, why don't you send him a picture?"

"Take... a photo?"

"Yeah, this way he won't have to wear a sour face when he's lonely."

Conan, who was listening nearby, was speechless, but he was secretly looking forward to seeing Ran's picture.

"I don't want to give that wooden head a picture!"

"Haha, you two can discuss it yourselves. That's all, I'm leaving now."

Goodbye, Kitahara-nii!

Conan is yelling even louder than usual, probably already fantasizing about what kind of photos Ran will send him.

After getting away from everyone, Kitahara Masaki wanted to put on Napoleon's clothes and kill that filial son right now, but he couldn't.

He took out his phone and called Gin directly. Although this case was just a very ordinary murder case, the people involved were all real big capitalists in Japan. As soon as the news of Chairman Tomizawa's death spread, all related industries would be affected, not to mention its stocks and bonds.

After understanding the basic situation, Gin immediately reported it to the boss and then told Kitahara Masaki that the boss would personally give him orders.

The only people who can directly contact the boss are Gin, Vermouth, and Rum. So when Kitahara Masaki heard that the boss would personally give him orders, he naturally didn't feel honored. Who would feel honored to work for a psychopath who wants to live forever? He just felt annoyed because it meant more work was coming.

As soon as the call connected, Kitahara Masaki immediately spoke:

"Sir, this is the situation. A major case has occurred in Japan. The chairman of the Tomizawa Group was murdered by his eldest son. The police have arrested the eldest son and have enough evidence to convict him. However, the relevant information has been blocked. So what should we do now?"

"First, prepare evidence that proves Tomizawa Taichi is the murderer. After that, hand the document directly to Gin, and he will handle it."

As expected, organizations with firsthand information will likely use significant resources to infiltrate Japan through the impact of this murder.

"Ok, I see."

In fact, such a simple conversation didn't require Kitahara Masaki to call the boss. This action was merely to show an attitude, an attitude that the boss would continue to pay attention.

Although this kind of work will probably make 'Kitahara Masaki', the pseudonym in the Metropolitan Police Department, even more famous, it's worth it. Because the companies and individuals who take immediate action next, after excluding the Suzuki Group and the Tomizawa Group, are likely to have intricate connections with the organization, especially regarding the flow of funds and cash. This kind of information will eventually flow into Japan no matter what, so in order to infiltrate Japan, the boss will create a loophole in the organization that is not really a loophole.

Without making a sound, Kitahara Masaki hung up the phone. He knew he was one step closer to the boss. One day he would find the boss and shove the cane engraved with the Karasuma family crest into the boss's dermatitis.

Then smash his dog head in.

Chapter 47 He was shot seven times in the back; it was likely suicide.

"Yes, there are still things I haven't said. Don't you all think this criminal is utterly ridiculous? He killed his father just because he wanted him to inherit billions? What kind of person is that? You even have the nerve to say that reality is more bizarre than fiction. You don't even realize that you're the most bizarre one. Even after being caught, you showed no remorse, being so cruel to your own father. Honestly, after the initial deduction, I thought you were just a laughable criminal, but now I realize I was completely wrong. You're a beast! No, even beasts know the deep love of a parent for their child, and you're even worse than a beast!!!"

The resounding words were once again disseminated online through the video, and everyone witnessed the process and resolution of this murder case, learning that the Tomizawa family had produced such a son. Even though capitalists often say that business is business, cooperating with a family that has produced a murderer is simply too unsettling, and the public outcry has even begun to affect the Tomizawa family's partners, with even the Suzuki Group being significantly impacted.

"Who! Who released this video?!"

While in detention, Tomizawa Taichi watched the video and shouted loudly at his lawyer.

"Mr. Tomizawa, it's no longer important who released this video. What's important is that your case is now known to the world. I'm here to inform you that Mrs. Tomizawa has officially severed her mother-son relationship with you. You are no longer a member of the Tomizawa family, so please work hard on your own in the days to come."

"What? What do you mean? Does that mean my mother abandoned me?! How could this be! How could this be! I am the eldest son of the Tomizawa family! The man most qualified to inherit the Tomizawa family business!"

The middle-aged lawyer raised his eyes, looked at the foolish second-generation rich kid, and shook his head. Things had come to this point, and even he was no longer willing to defend Tomizawa Taichi, because even the possibility of getting a reduced sentence was gone. The Japanese people had made this the hottest gossip, and as a lawyer who cherished his reputation, he would not take on a case that was bound to be lost.

Thinking of this, the lawyer immediately thought of the biggest winner in this incident—Masaki Kitahara.

"Heh, didn't you want to know who posted that video?"

The middle-aged lawyer said this to Tomizawa Taichi, who was no longer a member of the Tomizawa family, completely omitting any honorifics.

"Speak! Who is it?!"

"It's very likely that it was the police officer who brought you in—Masaki Kitahara."

The same question also arose within the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Brother Kitahara, did you really post that video online?"

Inspector Megure asked Kitahara Masaki in a low voice.

"How could that be! Inspector Megure, you'll know if you look at where that video was filmed. That person filmed it outside the villa through a glass window, and then probably amplified the sound with some kind of device. Besides, I've been with you guys the whole time. How could I possibly have had the time to do something like that?"

"Yes, that's true. Brother Kitahara, you have indeed been with us the whole time."

After watching the video, the police officers from the Metropolitan Police Department also came to a similar conclusion. It was clear that Kitahara Maki, who had been with them the whole time, did not have time to arrange these things.

However, they had no idea how powerful the system items were.

That's right, the video was indeed filmed by Kitahara Masaki, but it was filmed using a drone. After the organization was ready, Kitahara Masaki handed the video over to Gin, who then passed it on to the organization's network members. They immediately launched a propaganda war against the Tomizawa Group. American companies with ties to the organization, upon receiving the message, immediately began to erode the Tomizawa family, using tactics such as buying up their assets at low prices and shorting their stocks. They quickly seized most of the assets and businesses that originally belonged to the Tomizawa family.

Thus, because he was the first to provide intelligence and propaganda, Kitahara Masaki received a considerable reward, with several million US dollars added to his US security account.

"Hey, have you guys heard?"

"Stop keeping me in suspense, just spit it out!"

"Hey! Here's the thing, I have a friend in the detention center who just found out about Tomizawa Taiichi's situation. It seems that Mrs. Tomizawa had her family lawyer sever her mother-son relationship with Tomizawa Taiichi, officially excluding him from the Tomizawa family genealogy!"

The police officers around who heard this news were all surprised. This rich man's wife was really something else. Without hesitation, she kicked her son out of the house.

"A decisive move is necessary. It seems the Tomizawa family still has a chance to make a comeback this time."

As Kitahara Masaki sipped his tea and listened to the rumors circulating among the police, upon hearing the words "comeback," he realized that most of the police were still unaware of the infighting among these powerful families. A family exposed with such a huge scandal would never be allowed to continue its business in Japan.

Even though he was kicked out of the Tomizawa family, he was still connected to the conglomerate. Moreover, Tomizawa Taichi was still in detention. So Kitahara Masaki, who didn't want to be too high-profile this time, thought he would rest for a few days and then find an opportunity to get rid of him under a different identity. It would be impossible to have peace of mind if he didn't get rid of this kind of person.

"What?! You're saying he committed suicide? In the detention center?!"

Inspector Megure's loud voice made Kitahara Masaki frown. After hanging up the phone, Kitahara Masaki asked:

"Did Tomizawa Taichi die in the detention center?"

"Yes. Hey! How did you know, Kitahara-kun?"

Ignoring Inspector Megure, who was under a curse, Kitahara Masaki didn't know whether to be happy or annoyed. The current situation was clearly that the Tomizawa family's lizard was cutting off its tail to survive; it was only resorting to this desperate measure to silence this utterly unfilial son who had no moral compass.

"Brother Kitahara, aren't you leaving yet?"

"No need, this case will be handed over to the police for investigation soon."

After Inspector Megure had driven halfway, he was called back by the superintendent, who said the case had been handed over to the police.

Then, very quickly, Kitahara Masaki's mobile phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, he saw—trouble.

'Trouble' was Kitahara Masaki's nickname for the Public Security Bureau, because as long as they were there, Kitahara Masaki's actions would be greatly restricted. After all, there were a lot of secret police officers in the Public Security Bureau, who were basically people who would stop at nothing. However, this time Kitahara Masaki had to refuse to participate in this investigation, as he did not want to be regarded as an enemy by the Japanese conglomerate.

Chapter 48 The masses always love to gossip.

"Hello, Officer Kitahara, are you interested in...?"

"Sorry, no. I'm not interested in police cases. You can go find those high school detectives; they'd probably be happy to join you."

"Officer Kitahara, please stop joking. We haven't even told you about this case yet."

"No need. It's just the case of Tomizawa Taichi. Why don't you just close the case as a suicide?"

Amuro Tooru chuckled. It was the Metropolitan Police Department's Brotherhood of Hale who couldn't find out the truth of the case. The National Police Agency wouldn't be so incompetent. However, this case was quite interesting, which was why he wanted to call Kitahara Masaki over and have a good talk with him to see if there was any chance to poach him from the National Police Agency.

"Fine, fine, how about this: I'll offer you an idea, and you'll let me go, okay?"

“Alright, if Officer Kitahara is so busy, we can work together again next time. Your performance in that previous drug bust case really impressed us all.”

The Metropolitan Police Department? Amuro Tooru wouldn't be trying to provoke me into joining their Gestapo gang, would he? Spying on other people's lives every day is really bad for my mental and physical health.

So I am—Kotovaru!

"Anyway, I'll just give you a general idea. Don't bother me with any case-solving. Cough cough, I think the killer couldn't have just walked into the detention center, opened the door to the cell where Tomizawa Taiichi was being held, and killed him. So the only place the killer could have made his move is probably the hospital attached to the detention center. Approaching Tomizawa Taiichi by disguising himself as a hospital staff member is the most likely scenario."

"Oh, so how do we get Tomizawa Taichi into the hospital?"

"As for his food, bribe the warden to put some non-lethal drugs in Tomizawa Taiichi's food so that he has an excuse to be transferred to the hospital."

“Oh, but we’ve already checked the warden’s bank account and there’s no unusual cash flow. Also, the warden hasn’t met with any strangers in the past few days. So, Officer Kitahara, how do you think those people bribed him?”

"Sigh, maybe through their children or something, giving them preferential treatment in education and welfare, or putting in a good word with the warden's superior to give him a chance for promotion. There are many ways, and I can't be sure if you ask me. That's all."

As the conversation began to veer off course, Kitahara Masaki decisively hung up the phone; he didn't want to have any more involvement with Amuro Tooru.

Amuro Tooru wasn't angry when the call was disconnected. He just smiled and looked at the phone, seemingly lost in thought.

Having finally resolved so many cases, Kitahara Masaki lay back in his chair, then asked the supervisor for a few days off before sneaking home.

As soon as I got home, I saw Vermouth wearing an apron. And the aroma of beef wafted from the kitchen.

"smell good."

"Hmm? You're back so early today? Tonight's dinner is stewed beef, which I just learned from a Japanese variety show."

Watching Vermouth skillfully season and taste the food, Kitahara Masaki suddenly felt like a salaryman who had been married for ten years, and every day when he came home, he would see his wife cooking for him.

The relationship between Kitahara Masaki and Vermouth is currently ambiguous yet extremely clear on certain points. This complex relationship makes their interactions a delicate matter.

"Shinichi, dinner is ready. Go wash your hands."

When Kitahara Masaki heard Vermouth mention his former name, he knew she was about to say something important.

What do you want to ask?

"Let's try the beef first."

The stewed beef in Japan is very much to Kitahara Masaki's Asian taste; its milder flavor is much better than that in the United States.

"Others may not be able to tell, but I know very well why you insisted on coming to Japan. You even took it upon yourself to use the new identity of 'Napoleon' after arriving here. What exactly do you want to do?"

After drinking a bowl of miso soup, Kitahara Masaki smiled and said:

"Is there even a question? Starting a new venture always means the same thing, no matter when."

"You have no chance of winning."

“I never said I wanted to win; I could let someone else win.”

"Is that so? I understand. Then I have only one request. That is, if things become impossible, you must tell me where you are."