Conan felt his heart was hit hard.

After a long time, he heard himself ask in a dry voice: "Are you talking about... the patient in the intensive care unit?"

"Yes, his name is Beiyuan, right? I still remember his name!" The little nurse's face blushed unconsciously and said: "Oh... he registered with us when he sent you here, and the Chinese characters are written

It looked very good, so I remembered it.”

Her explanation was far-fetched, but Conan didn't notice the subtle girlish thoughts at all. He stayed for a moment and asked: "Can I go and have a look?"

"What?"

"That's...that registration record." Conan said.

The little nurse felt a little strange, but after thinking about it, it was not a big deal, so she nodded and said, "Okay, you come with me."

Ten minutes later, Conan saw the medical record. Just as the little nurse said, in the guardian column, there were four familiar Chinese characters——

【Kitahara Sosuke】.

The fonts are smooth and flowing, with a hint of edge.

Conan inhaled and exhaled deeply, feeling as if a weight had been stuffed into his heart, making his chest feel heavy.

He suddenly felt sad.

"Little brother...are you okay?" The nurse squatted down and asked cautiously.

"...I'm fine." Conan closed the record, handed it back to her, and said, "Thank you, I saw it."

But the little nurse always felt that he was about to cry.

After thinking for a while, she said: "Don't worry, you...well, that's your brother, right? The operation was successful, and your brother will definitely get better."

"Yes." Conan raised a smile and said to this kind little nurse: "My brother will be fine!"

Although Conan usually calls the children "Kitahara-nii" and "Kitahara-nii" when others are present, they all know that he is acting. This is the first time that Conan willingly calls out "Brother"

”.

After bidding farewell to the nurse, Conan thought of a lot on the way back.

He remembered that before he knew Sosuke Kitahara, he had racked his brains to think about the identity and purpose of the mysterious man, and also speculated that he might be related to that organization. How did he feel at that time? Probably again

Be afraid and worried! Try every means to get that person out, and use your own sharp eyes as a detective to see if the other person is a hidden criminal.

Perhaps because of his state of mind, Kitahara Sosuke played hide-and-seek with him for a long time. No matter how hard he tried, he never showed up. It wasn't until they met by chance at the police station that he learned about "

The identity of the mysterious man.

But it turned out that Kitahara Sosuke had written his name generously on the paper so long ago, but he was suspicious and jealous, but he never thought of going to this hospital to investigate.

He remembered what Kitahara Sosuke once said——

"I think...I am responsible for the fact that you have become smaller."

When he heard this sentence, he was immersed in his own affairs and did not think too much about this sentence. He was also too slow to think that Kitahara Sosuke was the one who sent him to the hospital. He

I remember that he said some beautiful words at that time, such as "It's not your fault", but in fact he knew it best. Sometimes he couldn't help but think, if Kitahara Sosuke could do something at that time...

...Would he not suffer such a fate?

He never knew how much weight was contained in that seemingly plain sentence.

At this moment, Conan thought of many, many things——

The man was sitting on the eaves, covered in frost and snow;

The two walked side by side in the snow, and he threw down a down jacket;

Blocking Uncle Maori's iron fist, the anger hidden on his face;

Pulling them out of danger again and again, but never saying anything;

Guide him to face up to Xiaolan’s dedication and waiting;

Against the background of fire and starry sky, they were covered in blood and still held on to their determination;

And he fell to the ground as if he was dead...

Why?

——Just for a word, you have reached this point?

Conan turned his head and looked at the lonely streetlight outside the window, trying hard to suppress the sudden surge of sourness and tears.

……………………

Rensaburo Shiratori walked out of the hospital with a solemn expression, his eyes still bloodshot, his lips dry and pale, and his face filled with deep haggard and sadness.

There were many casualties this time, especially the colleagues who stayed on the Twin Towers at that time. Almost all of them were injured. Three people died, and two people were severely burned... The hospital has issued a critical illness notice. I don’t know if they can

Can't get through it.

In fact, the doctor also suggested that Shiratori Rensaburo undergo a comprehensive examination and rest for a few days, but he refused.

When the explosion occurred, he had not gone far with Ruyue Fengshui. So he stood under the Twin Towers and watched the fire burning upward layer by layer, watching the top floor turn into a sea of ​​flames, and watching

Some desperate people jumped from a building more than 200 meters high. While his colleagues and friends were desperately struggling for life and death, he could only watch downstairs, unable to do anything.

Shiratori Rensaburo knew that his body was not injured in any way, but his heart was tortured and difficult to resolve. But now is not the time to rest or be sad. The case of Ruzuki Fengshui has not been solved yet, and the twin towers exploded and caught fire.

The cause still needs to be investigated. There are still many doubts about the explosion in the apartment building two days ago. The Metropolitan Police Department is suppressing various cases every day. Now that the police department has been hospitalized, he needs to investigate the three departments.

Hold up...

The sudden ringing of the cell phone woke up the thoughtful Shiratori Rensaburo.

"Officer Shiratori, hurry back to the Metropolitan Police Department, we have made a major discovery!"

Miwako Sato hurriedly said a word and immediately hung up the phone. She was obviously very busy.

Shiratori Rensaburo didn't care much and hurriedly reached out to hail a taxi and returned to the Metropolitan Police Department as quickly as possible.

Outside the interrogation room, not only Sato Miwako was present, but also several colleagues from the Investigation Section 1 and their immediate superiors - Police Inspector Matsumoto Kiyonaga, Inspector Odagiri Toshiro, Inspector Morohoshi Toshio, and even Hakuba Police Superintendent

Everyone was present. Almost no one noticed the arrival of Shiratori Rensaburo. Everyone looked at the person inside through the one-way perspective glass.

In the interrogation room, Zhuang Tangzhao, who is in charge of psychological counseling and also serves as a criminal analyst at the Metropolitan Police Department, was talking to the person opposite him in a gentle voice, and the person opposite him...

Shiratori Rensaburo narrowed his eyes.

The man had short hair and was wearing a tattered black suit. He might be in his thirties... no, maybe in his twenties? He was muscular and had signs of systematic training. There were some scars on his face and body, but he wasn't.

Very serious.

As far as appearance is concerned, it can be said to be ordinary.

What's special is his expression.

His eyes were confused and dull, his expression was crazy and full of fear, he hugged his knees and huddled in the corner, turned a deaf ear to Zhuang Tangzhao's words, and kept mumbling something to himself.

Shiratori Rensaburo asked Sato Miwako in a low voice: "What's going on with this person?"

Miwako Sato said: "You know, when the Twin Towers incident occurred, there was also an explosion in the nearby Ishikawa Commercial Building."

Shiratori Rensaburo nodded.

He was under the Twin Towers at the time, but he also knew what happened there, and he also knew that the person handling the case was the Gongchang Police Department of the Arsonist Investigation Department.

"Actually, there was not only an explosion in the Ishikawa Building, but also a gunfight inside. Afterwards, we found 23 dead people inside, about one-third of whom died from gunshot wounds, and some died from cold weapon injuries.

"

Shiratori Rensaburo thought of some similar cases before and guessed: "The ultimate fire merger?"

"It is possible, but it is not certain yet." Miwako Sato said: "The most important thing is that after testing by the Forensic Section, the ingredients used in the Ishikawa Building and the Twin Towers are almost exactly the same, and they are the same as those used in the previous apartment bombings.

The ingredients used in the products are also highly similar, so it can be inferred that they are products manufactured in large quantities from the same batch."

"The question now is - first, who is the producer? Second, does he have more bombs in his hand? Third, what is the connection between the two cases? Fourth, Ishikawa Building

How many murderers are there? What are their identities?"

"And the fifth one," Shiratori Rensaburo said: "What was the purpose of the explosion in the Twin Towers? Is it to take revenge on the Tokiwa Group? Destroy the building? Or to kill someone?"

Sato Miwako nodded and said: "There is a lot of fog, and there must be a shocking case hidden behind this. At present, we have two main breakthrough points. One is the mysterious 'Kurosawa Formation', and the other is that person.

"

Shiratori Rensaburo's eyes also fell on that person.

"——He is?"

"The only survivor in the Ishikawa Building." Miwako Sato said: "When he was discovered, he was hiding in the water tank on the rooftop and was about to drown himself. He also had a gun in his hand at the time, and two colleagues

I was injured by him, but fortunately there were no critical injuries, and I am currently in the hospital."

Shiratori Rensaburo looked at the man who was obviously mentally disturbed and asked: "Has he always been like this?"

"right."

Shiratori Rensaburo found that the man had been repeating a few monotonous words, but he could not understand lip reading and could not hear clearly through the window, so he asked: "What is he talking about?"

"I kept saying a few incomprehensible words." Miwako Sato flipped through her notes: "For example - don't kill me, cat, crow, g, vodka, black, ti, no wine, tei and so on..."
To be continued...