Ghost Detectives in the Detective World

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"You handled my brother's case in the same haphazard way back then. I never expected that more than ten years later, it would still be like this."

Chapter 197 What Exactly Makes a Good Cop?

Miyoshi Asako's words made the three people in front of her a little embarrassed.

Inspector Megure, in particular, had a complex and incomprehensible expression on his face.

Even Matsuda, who had just solved the case, looked very uncomfortable.

There was nothing she could do; what Sanhao Mazi said was all true.

If the police had been able to uncover the truth behind her brother's death more than a decade ago,

Miyoshi Asako no longer needs to personally avenge her brother.

“I’m sorry,” Inspector Megure suddenly said, “if only I could have believed you back when your brother’s case happened…”

"what?"

Matsuda and Sato exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise on each other's faces.

"Inspector, are you in charge of the case of Yoshiro Kinoshita, the brother of Miss Miyoshi?" Matsuda asked in surprise.

"Yes," Megure nodded with a wry smile, "it's all my fault."

"Stop talking nonsense," Miho Mako sneered. "Back then, you were just a junior police officer. How could you possibly be in charge of my brother's case?"

"The person who should really be held responsible for my brother's case was a police inspector more than ten years ago. He must be a high-ranking official in the Metropolitan Police Department by now, right?" Miyoshi Asako mocked. "It's no wonder the Metropolitan Police Department's reputation is getting worse and worse if someone like that can rise to such a high position."

"No, you're wrong,"

With a tense expression, Inspector Megure spoke slowly.

"Takasugi-senpai, who was with me when I was handling your brother's case, sacrificed himself ten years ago. He died saving a little girl who had been kidnapped by bandits."

"...Is that so?"

Miyoshi Asako responded with a sullen voice. Perhaps the result was too unexpected for her, which made her stop her previous sarcastic remarks.

"Anyway, Matsuda, you must try to keep a low profile these next few days!"

Megure didn't continue recounting the past; he simply looked at Matsuda and gave him instructions.

"In ten days or so, once the media's attention has shifted away from you, you'll be able to come back to work."

"Don't worry, Inspector, I promise I will never show up at the crime scene again."

Matsuda nodded and watched as the red Mazda carrying Miyoshi Asako drove away.

"Although Inspector Megure is somewhat inept at solving cases, he is indeed a qualified police officer."

"Conan spoke up. He had been standing next to Mazda and had overheard their conversation."

"Why are you suddenly saying all this?" Matsuda asked, puzzled.

"I was just worried that you would be upset," Conan explained. "I've heard my dad say that several famous detectives in the Japanese detective world were originally police officers, but unfortunately, they all resigned from their police positions for various reasons and eventually chose to become detectives."

"What, are you worried that I'll be discouraged and quit my job to become a detective, and then take your job?" Matsuda joked.

“I wouldn’t have such a worry,” Conan snorted.

"Don't worry, kid, I won't resign from the Metropolitan Police Department," Matsuda patted Conan's head. "I won't leave the Metropolitan Police Department until I've fulfilled Matsuda Jinpei's wish."

Matsuda Jinpei?

Does anyone refer to themselves like that?

Although Conan was puzzled, he was relieved to see that Matsuda was not too upset.

"Oh right, I think I won the competition again this time, right?" Matsuda said with a smug smile. "I should have made a bet back then, like, if you lost, I'd make you walk around the streets dressed as a woman or something..."

"Ha ha……"

Conan's lips twitched, and he suddenly regretted his concern for Matsuda.

It's better to get rid of this bastard as soon as possible!

……

Miyoshi Asako was arrested.

As a token of gratitude, Lady Nanae, along with her two disciples, invited the Mori family and Matsuda to dinner together.

After a busy day, Matsuda was starving. Once the food was served, he didn't stand on ceremony and started eating heartily.

Mori was the same; he wouldn't let go of the bottle.

Apart from the two of them, everyone else at the table had a little bit of an appetite.

“I never imagined the truth would be like this,” Mrs. Nanae said sadly. “If my husband hadn’t been jealous of Kinoshita’s talent, things wouldn’t have turned out this way.”

“Madam, the teacher must also be filled with remorse,” Sanada Ichizo comforted her, “otherwise he wouldn’t have asked me to keep it a secret.”

Sanada Ichizo's words were echoed by most of the people at the table.

Only Matsuda remained silent.

He disagreed with Sanada's idea.

If Kujuku Motoyasu really regrets it, why didn't he turn himself in sooner?

As for the claim that his daughter was too young, that cannot be used as an excuse for him to murder his disciple fourteen years ago in order to protect his position.

The day after the murder of magician Motoyasu Tsukumo,

Following Megure's instructions, Matsuda originally planned to stay obediently in the apartment.

However, early in the morning, while Matsuda was still in bed, his phone rang.

Matsuda glanced at the caller ID on the screen: Mouri Detective Agency.

Uh oh, there must be another case.

Forget it, let's just pretend I didn't hear it. If Inspector Megure finds me at the crime scene again, he'll definitely go crazy.

Thinking this, Matsuda decided to stay in bed a little longer.

The phone rang for a while and then went silent.

"Chocolate, if your phone rings and it's still the Mori family's number, ignore it. If it's someone else, wake me up!"

Matsuda put his phone on silent and ruffled the black and white cat's hair.

"Meow!"

Chocolate, or rather Hoshino Terumi, angrily raised her paw and slapped Matsuda's hand away.

Then sharp claws popped out from the tips of its chubby paws.

"Sorry, I forgot again..." Matsuda apologized hastily.

If you anger Hoshino Terumi, she might really scratch you!

……

But this morning seemed destined to be anything but peaceful. Not long after Matsuda fell asleep, he felt someone patting his face.

He opened his eyes and saw that Chocolate was lying on his chest.

With a smile in its bright green cat eyes, it patted his face repeatedly with its paws covered in paw pads.

"what happened?"

After asking the question, Matsuda realized that Hoshino Terumi wasn't a talking catgirl.

However, although it can't speak, it can still express itself through body language. When it saw Chocolate point its paw at the phone next to it,

Matsuda immediately understood what she meant. Another phone call came in.

This time it wasn't the Maori family, but a call from an unknown number.

As Matsuda was thinking this, he answered the phone, only to hear a familiar voice on the other end.

"Hey, sir, you're not still in bed, are you?"

Wow, this is a Guanzhong dialect, and these strange terms of address!

Of all the people Matsuda knew, only that dark-skinned kid from Kansai was the only one.

"Hattori, I shouldn't be considered an old man yet, right?" Matsuda asked irritably.

"Just kidding." Hattori chuckled twice. "By the way, Officer Matsuda, could you come to the Mouri Detective Agency? I have something important to tell you, and it might be hard to explain over the phone."

Chapter 198 Hattori Heiji's Invitation

Important matter?

Matsuda felt a chill run down his spine.

"Is it going to be another case?" he asked tentatively.

"case?"

Hattori on the other side seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then said in a smug voice,

"Don't worry, Officer Matsuda, I'm not like that guy Kudo, who needs to ask for help when he encounters a case!"

"Hey, get to the point!"

On the other end of the phone, Conan interrupted, clearly annoyed.

His voice, however, was rather strange, hoarse and somewhat muffled.

Is this a cold?

Just as Matsuda thought this, he heard a cough coming from the other side.