Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

Zhuangtang's restaurant, when the uncle brought Kusumoto and the two to find him, Zhuangtang Hutao was bending over and talking to Conan, looking very close.

"Is that so? It's astonishing. It's almost as if Holmes has turned into a child..."

"This brat," the uncle said with a twitching forehead, furious, "actually confessed on his own."

Although Gao Cheng provided the idea, it was also his entrustment, and finally solved the puzzle without sleeping, thinking that he could have a good time in front of the beautiful woman.

"Then uncle," Conan said, turning to the cranky uncle, "uncle will start reasoning later."

"Ah? Me?" The uncle still couldn't react, he glanced at Conan suspiciously, and found that Conan was obedient, he coughed lightly, straightened his tie and said, "That's it, you can know after eating sushi sushi Who was the boy back then..."

"That's the way it is."

Outside Zhuangtang's house, Gao Cheng didn't intervene in the uncle's case, and he helplessly let go of Matsumoto's manager and Mumu.

"There are no useful clues, but in my opinion, the serial murderer should not be here..."

"Well, I see."

Matsumoto still had a frightening face, his expression was calm without any fluctuations, it seemed that he didn't listen to Gao Cheng's words at all.

"It seems that it should be that person..."

"that person?"

Gao Cheng looked puzzled, but Matsumoto had no intention of explaining, but just stared at Zhuangtang's villa, with a very depressed aura.

"The police must have happened at that time," Mu Mu explained in a low voice, "Just when you sent the email, the police thought of the location of the prisoner's wound, and found the car abandoned by the prisoner at that time. Fingerprints and blood, only the seat cover on the driver's seat was removed..."

"Is there blood on the seat cover?" Gao Cheng slightly raised his eyelids, and he hadn't explained these details to him before.

If only the seat cover was taken away with blood stains, it means that the prisoner's wound should be on the back.

Most people will reflexively press the wound with their hands when they are injured.

Therefore, when the prisoner fled in a hurry, there should have been a blood reaction in the car, especially the steering wheel. Since there was no blood reaction, it means that the wound was on the back and the hand could not reach it, so it only stained the seat cover.

"That's right," Mu Mu said cautiously, "The policeman thought of it, that guy named Kusumoto is probably the original prisoner."

"That's right," Gao Cheng smiled wryly, "but the serial murderer really isn't here..."

Mu Mu accidentally looked at Gao Cheng, although he believed in Gao Cheng, he still shook his head and said: "It is impossible to give up the police, even if it is possible."

Gao Cheng followed to look at Matsumoto Police Officer, without saying anything.

He vaguely felt the pain in Matsumoto's eyes. Even though he had gone through so many cases and seen all kinds of pain, his heart was still moved.

After all, some pain is hard for him to understand.

However, the policeman Matsumoto could keep on watching for fifteen or twenty years. Apart from the wound on his face, it is probably because of the policeman who died in the line of duty that year.

...

"The Morimura police?"

Kido Detective Agency, when Gao Cheng came home, Xiao Ai had already further sorted out the information.

"Yes, the police officer Morimura who died in that incident was a good friend of the same period as the police officer Matsumoto. After his death, he was promoted to two ranks, and he was posthumously appointed as a police officer from the police department..."

"It turned out that the police officer who died was a friend of Police Matsumoto."

Gao Cheng read the police information handed over by Xiao Ai, crossed his fingers and sat down at the desk.

Zhuang Tang's family didn't gain anything, so it was no surprise, seeing that the prosecution period was coming, there was no reason for such a cautious murderer to be caught so easily.

But for him, it doesn't mean that there is no way.

The killer didn't leave a loophole.

Gao Cheng looked at the case information again.

What is worth exploring is the case 15 years ago. After committing several murders, why did the murderer commit another crime 5 years later...the biggest problem is here.

Why is it 5 years later...

"Matsumoto manager? Matsumoto manager?!"

In the Metropolitan Police Department, Meguro yelled several times when he was reporting to work, waking up Matsumoto who was asleep in the office and was sweating profusely.

"Are you okay? You seem to be having a nightmare..."

"I'm sorry," Matsumoto came back to his senses and rubbed the space between his brows, "I fell asleep all of a sudden."

"How about you go home once in a while and have a good rest? You've been living here recently, haven't you slept much?"

"Although you said that... the serial killing incident was less than three days away from the invalidation, and when I was resting like this, time kept passing..."

Matsumoto took a few sips of coffee with a sullen face, calmed down and asked, "By the way, where is the guy named Kusumoto suspected of fraud? Did you spit out any clues?"

"Yes," Mu Mu looked through the records, "his name is Kusumoto Ryuhei, 42 years old... When the incident happened 15 years ago, he was living overseas, so he should be excluded from the list of suspects. There are scars, it's cool to see the scars on a man's back, so I imitated them...

"He and the man with the wound on his back met when he went to a sauna before going abroad. The man had a towel on his head, so he couldn't see his face. The other party smiled and said, 'The wound on my back was left by the police five years ago. The Medal of Courage, do you want to try it too?’, that’s how it happened, I have asked Sato and Takagi to investigate the sauna place..."

"Really?" Matsumoto nodded, "Tell them not to let their guard down."

"Yes, after all, he is the vicious murderer who killed two people 20 years ago and one more 15 years ago..."

"There is one more, did you forget?"

"Of course I haven't forgotten," Mu Mu paused slightly, his fat face full of seriousness, "The policeman Morimura who died in that incident was the one who brought me in and taught me how to be a policeman..."

"It's been 20 years." Matsumoto was lost in memory. After so many years, he was under police surveillance, but he still couldn't find the murderer.

"Police," Mu Mu suddenly turned around and asked when he left the office, "I sent a copy to Kido for the details of the case, and they are also preparing to investigate there. If it was Kido who made the move, there must be no problem. "

"Hmm." Matsumoto still frowned.

The unsolved cases for so many years are not so easy to solve, and although he is a detective, he is still a child after all, and he is not yet 20 years old.

There are only three days left, it seems that Mu Mu is also a little anxious, he can understand...

When Mu Mu closed the door and left, Matsumoto's expression became more and more gloomy, and he kept thinking about the scene in his mind, especially when he finally fought with the prisoner, trying to find some more clues.

According to what Morimura said before he died, the song that the prisoner kept talking about seems to have some special meaning...