No one understands the laws of Collider better than me.

No! He absolutely cannot find any evidence! He clearly disposed of all the evidence, even the money he took from the safe...

"Hmm—are you thinking that you've disposed of all the direct evidence, such as flushing the money in the safe down the drain, or finding the knife used to kill the victim in a dumpster?"

The already thin suspect shrank into a ball after his thoughts were exposed, no longer daring to meet Kitahara Masaki's gaze.

"Think about it carefully. In such a short time, how could you kill someone without getting any blood on your clothes? If the police carefully examine your clothes, the blood from the victim will be irrefutable evidence! So, what else do you have to say?"

The disoriented victim was about to look at his clothes when he was restrained by two police officers. At the same time, forensic officers also took out luminol reagent.

Thump.

Unable to stand, the suspect knelt on the ground and began to explain his criminal motives, which no one was interested in.

Watching the prisoner being carried away, Conan looked at Kitahara Masaki with a helpless expression and asked:

"Brother Kitahara, are you sure there is the victim's blood on him? The victim was stabbed to death through his clothes."

"I'm not sure. Anyway, we're not in the interrogation room and there's no video recording. What can't we say? This prisoner's defenses are so weak, so let's get him to confess. Isn't that a good thing?"

Kitahara Masaki clapped his hands and said to everyone:

"Thank you all for your hard work! Let's grab a drink tonight, it's on me!"

Upon hearing Kitahara Masaki's generosity, the surrounding police officers immediately cheered and hurriedly finished their work to get dinner.

After finding the culprit in less than an hour, Inspector Megure happily walked towards the media gathering area. Standing in front of the factory gate, he smiled and boasted to the media and the public, saying that they were the Metropolitan Police Department, full of elites, with a crime-fighting expert who had returned from abroad, and an efficient and dedicated team. He then recounted Kitahara Masaki's impressive resume again, speaking eloquently like a gourmet rather than a policeman.

After they finished talking, the police team immediately called off and headed to the nearest izakaya, leaving only Conan, who still wanted to ask Kitahara Masaki about the evidence.

It feels so familiar.

Conan, who had raised his hand and then lowered it again, touched his head and realized that the tranquilizer dart watch on his wrist hadn't fired for a while, which made him feel uneasy.

"Conan! Where are you? It's already dinnertime."

Hearing Xiaolan's voice coming from the phone, he became too lazy to think about what was off.

Chapter 10 I'll treat you to wasabi-flavored snacks

"Hey! Brother Kitahara! Are you awake yet?"

I drank until midnight yesterday, and then I was woken up by my phone ringing at 7:30. Kitahara Masaki was furious, but then he thought, isn't this what it's like to be an undercover agent in the Metropolitan Police Department? It seems that Conan and the Grim Reaper ran into someone again yesterday.

"Wake up, wake up, stop shouting, Inspector Megure, who died this time?"

Inspector Megure was taken aback on the other end of the phone. He hadn't even said anything yet, and Kitahara Masaki already knew someone was dead. What terrifying deductive ability!

"Ahem, it's like this, we just received a report that the president of Giant Wood Company has died in his home, and we need to get there right away!"

"What, is that company president very famous?"

Inspector Megure, realizing that Kitahara Masaki had only recently returned to Japan and was naturally unaware of the situation here, explained:

"This giant company develops computer software. Although I don't know much about computers, their annual sales are enormous. The manager just called and told us to handle this matter carefully. If it's a murder case, we must solve it as soon as possible!"

Oh, a big capitalist, huh? Then just sentence him to accidental death.

Despite thinking this in his heart, Kitahara Masaki still said:

"Yes, yes, Inspector Megure, I'm on my way to the scene right now!"

Just after hanging up the phone, Kitahara Masaki suddenly realized that this giant company must be a large computer software company, and there must be many powerful bald caped heroes under its command—no, I mean, programmers.

Thinking of this, he immediately called Gin. Unlike him, Gin answered the phone very quickly, his tone still icy cold.

"what's up?"

"This morning, the owner of a computer software company died. It was President Oki Yu of Giant Tree Company. I remember the organization had a mission to find outstanding programmers, right..."

Kitahara Masaki fell silent after saying this, knowing that Gin would understand what he meant, and he waited for Gin's answer.

drip.

The cell phone suddenly rang. Kitahara Masaki picked it up and saw only a short message:

[Assist them in their work.]

"Hey Gin. Boss texted me, asking me to put sacks on those programmers for you."

"Go to the scene now and find out what's going on. I'll be there shortly."

call.

Even though Kitahara Masaki knew he wasn't suspected, the boss's text message still made him feel a little pressured. He looked at the message on his cell phone, and after a while, he deleted it.

In truth, Kitahara Masaki had no interest in organizing those talent-gathering missions, but the death of the president of the Giant Wood Company could not be concealed. If he did not inform Gin at this time, Gin would probably label him a suspected traitor afterward.

Sigh, I really want to sell the organization and run away as soon as possible.

When Kitahara Masaki got downstairs, he didn't drive his own car, but instead called a taxi to head to the scene. After all, the fake identity that the boss had arranged for him was that of a rich young master, so he could take taxis freely in the city.

Upon arriving at the scene, Kitahara Masaki saw Conan, Uncle Mori, and Ran rushing towards him as soon as he reached the door.

"Huh? What brings you all here?"

After meeting Kitahara Masaki, Uncle Mori scratched his head sheepishly and replied:

"Haha, I ran into President Oki last night after dinner and gave him my business card. This morning I received a call from Inspector Megure saying that President Oki is dead."

"What was the situation when you encountered him last night?"

"At that time, President Oki was completely drunk and needed help to get into the car. It was Conan who helped him pick up his heart medication that had fallen on the ground, which gave my dad the opportunity to hand over his business card."

Xiao Lan, who was standing to the side, thought for a moment and then answered.

After listening to Ran's words, Kitahara Masaki pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking to himself, "This President Oki has two things that have been touched by the Grim Reaper. Can he still live?"

This luck is unbelievable. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but reach out and angrily rub Conan's head. It's all your fault, making me have to get up so early and call Gin.

"Um, officer, may I go in? I'm Miura, the secretary of President Oki."

A passerby standing behind Uncle Mori suddenly spoke to Kitahara Masaki.

Kitahara Masaki stepped aside, making room for the passerby NPC.

The NPC placed his hand on a panel by the door, scanned his palm print, and then the door opened. Seeing this, Kitahara Masaki understood that the computer company president's house could be considered a high-tech residence, but it still couldn't withstand the power of the Grim Reaper's aura.

"Secretary, is this entire residence controlled by computers?"

"Yes, both the security system and the central air conditioning are computer-controlled."

Stepping into the villa, the temperature was indeed just right—not too cold and quite comfortable.

After seeing Kitahara Masaki, Inspector Megure immediately summoned him to examine President Oyuki's body to determine whether it was a murder or an accident. The others were handed over to Takagi for questioning.

“Brother Kitahara, President Oki’s private doctor said that the president has always had heart problems and needs to take medication to keep his condition stable. I also had the surveillance footage and the area around the villa thoroughly checked. After the deceased was brought back at 1 a.m., it was found that no one had entered or left the villa around 2 a.m., the time of death.”

"And what was the cause of death?"

"The preliminary assessment is that he died of a heart attack."

As Kitahara Masaki looked at the corpse, he suddenly remembered that the central air conditioning in the entire house was operated by a computer. He naturally connected this to the fact that the temperature was controlled by computer software, which caused the company president to have a heart attack.

So, this company really does have some amazing programmers.

"Oh my god, this uncle is soaked from head to toe. He's sweating so much that the sheets and blankets are wet. Even if it were a normal heart attack, he wouldn't be sweating this much before he died."

Kitahara Masaki looked down and, sure enough, it was Conan, groping and touching a fat corpse with complete enjoyment, without feeling the slightest bit disgusted.

Uncle Mori was quick to react, lifting Conan up and kicking him out the door. Their fluid movements made one wonder if they were in cahoots, given how practiced they were.

Kitahara Maki left his bedroom, intending to take a stroll in the garden and send Gin a text message to see if he had arrived.

Halfway there, Conan started acting up in front of Kitahara Masaki again, saying in a lilting voice:

"Brother Kitahara, look! The chocolates in the living room have all gone bad! And the flowers in the vase have withered!"

Kitahara Masaki glanced at it and saw that the chocolate in Conan's hand had obviously melted and then solidified, and the water in the flowers in the vase looked like it had evaporated. This further proved that the temperature inside the villa had once risen and then suddenly dropped.

"Don't eat spoiled food, eat this instead."

Kitahara Masaki slipped a wasabi-flavored hard candy into Conan's hand, then walked into the garden. In a normal case, talking to Conan a bit more wouldn't be a problem, but Gin might be watching with binoculars, so he had to be cautious.

Conan, feeling quite pleased with himself, chuckled as he ate the candy Kitahara Masaki gave him, his expression changing from ︿(￣︶￣)︿ to X﹏X

Chapter 11 The Accidents That Neon Police Love Most

"Ah, Mr. Kitahara. Has the case been closed?"

Ran, who was petting a cat in the garden, asked Kitahara Masaki after he walked in.

"No, not so fast. We still need to verify some things. By the way, does that cat belong to this family?"

Upon hearing Kitahara Masaki's question, Ran quickly replied:

"Yes, Aslan is very attached to Mr. Tokito."

The Persian cat named Aslan meowed and circled around Mr. Tokito, who was the company president's driver. Kitahara Masaki felt strange, but then quickly realized that this should be a proof problem—proving that the driver named Tokito Eiji was the murderer.

Given that the Persian cat is a long-haired breed, it's highly unlikely it would have remained lively and energetic under yesterday's temperature fluctuations. Furthermore, the cat's closeness to the driver suggests that he took the cat home before leaving last night, hacked into the villa's computer, and manipulated the temperature drastically. The intoxicated victim, while unconscious, died from a sudden heart attack.

Well--

Kitahara Masaki pondered. For this mission, wouldn't it be better to hand over a murderer? That would provide leverage and also fulfill the mission's objective. To the organization, his ability to kill someone using a computer program meant he was capable, and also meant he could be exploited.

"Mr. Toki, how many years have you been President Oki's driver?"

When asked the question, Tokito Eishi put down the cat and answered:

"It hasn't been long, probably just a few months."

"Really? What did you do before?"

When asked about his past, Eiji Toki casually clenched his fist and smiled as he answered:

"Haha, I used to naively think that starting a company was an easy thing. I was originally a programmer at Giant Wood Company. After my startup failed, I shamelessly asked President Big Wood to take me in. So now I'm a driver, planning to start over. But I never expected that the president would die of a heart attack. Fate is really unpredictable."

Kitahara Masaki looked at him with the eyes of someone looking at a clown, but he was too lazy to expose him. After exchanging a few polite words with him, he left.

The motive for the murder was likely that President Oki sabotaged his business, causing it to fail. The next step is to gather evidence, specifically incriminating material for the organization, not evidence to convict the police.

"Brother Kitahara, how's it going? Have you reached a conclusion?"

Inspector Megure saw Kitahara Masaki return to his bedroom and quickly asked him a question.