Conan: After being rejected by Xiaolan, he became her stepfather

Kunihiko Yoshioka ran desperately, and the three plainclothes police officers behind desperately chased after him.

"Groove, that guy, how did he run so fast!"

During the pursuit, Ichiro Watanabe complained.

"Police officer, before Kunihiko Yoshioka attracted fans, he was on the track and field team, and he won several gold medals."

"No wonder!"

Soon, Kunihiko Yoshioka came to a dead end.

"Kunihiko Yoshioka, just grab it."

Ichiro Watanabe took out his pistol and pointed it at Kunihiko Yoshioka, and said calmly.

Yoshioka turned pale and ran directly into a nearby apartment building.

It was an eighteen-story old building.

The walls are mottled, the color is gray, and in many places, they are cracked.

Kunihiko Yoshioka ran in front and three police officers chased behind.

"Don't run, don't run."

Ichiro Watanabe said in a hoarse voice and panting.

It's just that Kunihiko Yoshioka went upstairs without saying a word.

Finally, the four people came to the rooftop, looking at the bottom and bottomless.

Kunihiko Yoshioka secretly swallowed a mouthful of spit.

"Bastard, when the hell are you going to run and say, why are you killing those innocent women?"

Ichiro Watanabe pointed a gun at Kunihiko Yoshioka and questioned.

The other two police officers also persuaded: "Yoshioka Kunihiko, you can just grab it, you can't run away."

Yoshioka Kunihiko's body trembled, and he roared with a nervous breakdown, "I said it all, the murderer is not me, why don't you believe me, why did you all come to bully me!" Saying that, he looked crazy, and seemed to be about to take something into his arms.

Ichiro Watanabe was nervous, thinking that the other party was going to take the gun, and quickly pulled the trigger.

Bang.

Blood flashed, and Yoshioka Kunihiko was headshot on the spot and fell off the rooftop.

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Day 2.

Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

"What, isn't that kid Kunihiko Yoshioka a murderer?"

The White Horse Police Chief said in surprise.

"Yes." Hattori Hattori nodded: "The person from the special operations group has been identified, not him."

"And then without evidence, Ichiro Watanabe directly killed him, what are you doing?"

The police chief of Hakuba roared, "That Watanabe Ichiro, is he an idiot, how did he do such a stupid thing."

"Ahem, the daughter of Ichiro Watanabe's brother, was beaten by that guy Kunihiko Yoshioka, so..."

The White Horse Police Commissioner scolded.

"What now? This case has become so big that even the prime minister has asked about it several times!

"Through the evidence, we believe that this case was the work of Kunihiko Yoshioka, but there is no evidence." In fact, he died, the case is over, and there will be no more deaths in the future. Hattori

smiled bitterly, "However, we have no evidence that Kunihiko Yoshioka is the murderer."

"Didn't you find five bodies?" How, is there no clue on it? The White Horse Police Commissioner frowned.

"Yes, the medical examiner said, the body was destroyed too much." Hattori nodded.

"You!"

The police chief of the white horse looked at this old fellow, blowing his beard and glaring, he really wanted to hit someone.

"What about DNA?"

"Nope."

"Baga, if you want to report, it shouldn't be just that."

Hakuba stood up from his position, condescending, and looked down at Hattori Hirazo who was sitting in a chair with his hands on his knees.

"What about Ichiro Watanabe? That kid, after breaking into such a big disaster, shouldn't he come up with a countermeasure?

"Is this an ordinary case?"

"This is the case that the Prime Minister promised the Japanese people to solve, and we will not only solve it, but also solve it perfectly, so that people can't find a single fault."

"Every morning, I have to go to the cabinet to report the progress of the case to the prime minister, and you are very good at bringing me a charter."

"Brother Hakuba, I have an immature suggestion." Hattori Heizo, who was listening, suddenly raised his head and said with a shining look in his eyes.

"When is it, whether he is immature, as long as he can solve this matter, he will do it, say."

The chief of police in Hakuba rolled his eyes and said seriously.

"There is someone who can solve this problem."

"Who?" The Inspector General of Police asked the White Horse Police Commissioner.

"Not long ago, Ooka Kumamoto, the youngest son of Ooka Chaebol, drove drunk and killed a female student, and was arrested by our police. And the person who arrested him was an elite of our police force. "

Who?"

"Masano Kohara!"

The chief of the White Horse Police raised his eyebrows, "Pingzo, what do you mean?"

"This is the information of Masano Takahara, Brother Hakuba, you take a look first."

Hattori Heizo handed a document to Shotaro Hakuba.

After Shotaro Hakuba took the information, he frowned, looked up, and turned a few pages.

The chief of police said in surprise: "He is not the University of Tokyo?

"Yes, this person has no academy background and no backstage, and afterwards, it is convenient to get rid of him!"

Hattori's eyes flickered coldly.

Shotaro Hakuba glared at him angrily: "Heizang, what do you want to do?" "

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......

Ooka Kumamoto's Straw Bear Artist Company is located in the bustling area between Shimbashi and Kyobashi, and the company building is very magnificent.

Under the Straw Bear building.

Takahara Masano took more than a dozen police officers to the sixth floor where Ooka Kumamoto was located.

Looking at Ooka Kumamoto's office area.

Takahara Masano faced more than a dozen of his subordinates and said coldly: "Don't let go of any area, I want to find evidence of Ooka Kumamoto's crime."

"Yes."

These experienced police officers began to rummage through the cabinets to collect evidence, turned the office upside down, and threw the documents and materials.

Soon after.

A black tiger head ran downstairs.

A handsome man in a suit stepped down from the car, and he hurried to the lobby on the first floor of the artist company.

I saw one police officer after another, holding boxes of information from his company, and walked out.

The handsome man was furious, "What's going on? Our president, it's just a traffic accident, why search the company, do you have a search warrant?

"By you doing this, all the projects of the artist company have stopped, such a big loss, is your Metropolitan Police Department responsible?"

The handsome man roared in dissatisfaction.

This handsome man is the general manager of the artist company, Sato Accord.

"I'm sorry, Sato, we also eat together."

A rather emaciated police officer, who seemed to know the man, patted him on the chest and said apologetically.

Then, without stopping much, I took the information and left.

This time.

An honest-looking, newcomer-looking police officer walked down with a box as tall as a garbage can.

Obviously, this information is somewhat heavy.

Looking at him, Sato Accord seemed to have found the object of anger, and roared: 'Bastard, why did you take that thing down, there is no royal law in Japan.

The new police officer, who was reprimanded by him, did not dare to speak.

Right at this moment.

Takahara Masano came over and patted the trainee police officer on the shoulder: "Takagi, don't be stunned, I'm afraid of hair, something, the tall man behind will block it, let's go."

"Yes, officer."

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