Chapter 491 Three similar murders

Another base in Tokyo area.

The public lounge was dark, with only the TV screen on, and the reflection on Angostela's face looked very strange...

What's even weirder is.

There are still crawling sounds and faint children's laughter coming from the TV...

Angostela opened her bloodshot eyes, holding a bucket of popcorn in her left hand, and stared at the TV without blinking.

Close...

Very close!

He was so excited that he watched the black shadow on the TV that was constantly approaching the protagonist, and his face gradually showed a look of abnormal excitement.

Just when the protagonist on TV is in crisis...

‘Crack!’

After a slight sound, the TV screen went black and the lights in the hall instantly turned on.

The protagonist of this film managed to survive until the next movie.

Angostela: "..."

While watching the movie, he expressionlessly took out a throwing knife and threw it accurately at the sleepy Anderbog who was standing next to the electric switch. He shouted sternly: "Anbu! What kind of plane are you doing? I

We are witnessing the critical moment!!”

In response to his teammate's dissatisfaction, Anderberg just yawned, stopped the flying knife that was aimed at his head, and threw it back.

"But the sound was too noisy." Anderberg replied with a paralyzed face. "The sound was like a hundred cockroaches crawling next to my bed. I couldn't sleep."

Angostela: "..."

Could this description be any more disgusting?

He couldn't help but think about the scene, shuddered, and said with a dark face: "Okay, Anbu, go back to your sleep!"

"It's almost four o'clock, Stella...'The day's plan begins in the morning,' as the old saying goes."

After Anderberg said something, he changed the subject: "The traitor is dead?"

"...Hey, it turns out you heard it." Angostela grinned and stuffed a mouthful of popcorn, "Yeah, I was stabbed to death by someone on the street. I thought it was Gin's leader who did it."

"So, the clue is broken?" Anderberg tilted his head and asked something that seemed completely irrelevant to the topic.

Angostela shrugged: "Who knows... we can't rule out that those guys may have killed the chicken to obtain the eggs, but whether they died in an accident or their hands, the tail has been exposed now, we just need to continue to pursue it.

, I’m sure I’ll find something.”

Anderburg nodded after hearing this, "As long as you are sure...what are your plans for tomorrow?"

"Of course it's a follow-up action."

Angostela let out a sinister laugh, "It's only been three days since the fish couldn't bear it any longer. Those people must have some new moves. It would be great if we could meet someone who was alone..."

"

"Then you're not sleeping yet?" Anderberg said expressionlessly.

Not active in sleeping, there is something wrong with my head.

Angostela choked for a moment, then smacked her lips, "Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't sleep all night..."

Anderberg didn't speak, but stretched out a hand towards him.

Angostela was puzzled: "What?"

"Popcorn."

Underberg's eyes were fixed on the bucket of white snacks.

"Hey, this is mine!" Angostela was very protective of food and immediately hid the popcorn behind her back and snorted.

Seeing this, Anderberg took back his hand in great disappointment, shook his head, and sighed indifferently: "Gin is much more generous than you."

Remembering how Gin gave him snacks when they first met him, Underberg suddenly thought that everyone under Gin must be very happy.

Angostela's face darkened instantly: "Didn't I tell you not to say good things about him?"

"That's not a nice thing to say." Anderberg corrected seriously, "It's a fact."

His teammates are indeed stingy and still owe him a lot of money.

"Anbu!"

The two almost got into another knife fight, and finally went back to their houses to rest at exactly four o'clock.

…

Kita-ku, Tokyo.

After Chablis disappeared, a person was quietly hiding in the already abandoned base without anyone knowing.

There was no bright light in the dim base, only the outline of a human face reflected on countless electronic screens.

Although the specific face cannot be seen clearly, a strong hatred can still be heard from the figure's self-talk:

"The FBI...does it really think I'm that easy to deceive?"

"Just wait, I will catch your tail sooner or later!"

——

Early the next morning, the Metropolitan Police Department.

Matsuda Jinpei rested his hand on the conference table of the 1st Search Class, holding his chin, and pointed at the table with a pen in his other hand. There was a notebook in front of him without writing down a single word.

Listening to Officer Megure telling them about the case at the front of the conference room, he yawned a little sleepily.

Miwako Sato and Wataru Takagi, who were sitting next to Jinpei Matsuda, both noticed.

"Senior Matsuda, I feel like you haven't been in good spirits lately...have you not had much rest recently?" Takagi Wataru asked in a low voice.

"Haah... No, I slept well, but I have been investigating previous cases recently."

Matsuda Jinpei yawned again, his tone was tired.

"Previous case? Was it the previous serial bombing case?" Sato Miwako also turned around and asked softly.

Matsuda Jinpei turned away his eyes and nodded in disbelief, "Ah, yes... there was also an explosion that happened in Shibuya before."

"That's the case..." Sato Miwako also heard a little bit about that case, "Then you should pay more attention to rest and don't destroy your body..."

"I know……"

Takagi Wataru looked at Matsuda Jinpei with some admiration - Senior is indeed a senior, even if there is no task, he still creates tasks for himself... He is really a role model for us!

He must learn from Matsuda-senpai!

The three of them whispered at the case discussion meeting, but in the end they could not escape the gaze of Officer Megure.

For his capable subordinates to fish in troubled waters in meetings, Officer Megure naturally has to carry out severe criticism and education.

He slapped the table hard with a dark face: "Matsuda! Sato...and Takagi! Did you all hear clearly about the case just now?!"

You deserted right under his nose. Could it be that he has been too kind recently?

Sato Miwako and Takagi Wataru straightened their backs instantly: "Yes! I heard everything clearly!"

"Matsuda, what about you?" Officer Megure looked at Matsuda Jinpei who was still yawning, and he hated the iron in his heart.

This guy's police rank has been promoted to the same level as him, but he is still so out of character at ordinary times, and even beats his colleagues... The reason why he was not dismissed is because Matsuda is like a machine gun in solving crimes. One person can take down two people - but the problem is that Matsuda can

There can’t be more normal criminal cases, and don’t keep staring at bombing cases!

Officer Memu felt a little tired.

As for Matsuda Jinpei, he still has no consciousness that he is a master of the search. He just rolled his eyes and turned his pen: "Ah, of course I heard it, Officer Megure, someone was stabbed to death on the street...

…”

"...He was stabbed to death with a large knife." Officer Megure corrected with his eyes twitching.

What does it mean to be stabbed to death? As a police officer, how can you use such a casual adjective?

"There's no difference, right?" Matsuda Jinpei rolled his eyes speechlessly.

He felt that Officer Memu had become more and more mother-in-law recently.

"...Okay, then Brother Matsuda, do you have any opinions about the mahjong tiles left next to the deceased?" Officer Megure adjusted the documents in his hand and asked aloud.

Counting the case he received from Conan last night, there are currently three similar cases in total:

The deceased in these three cases were all injured in vital parts with knives, died of excessive bleeding, and were all found on the street... The other thing in common is that when the three deceased were discovered,

, both of them had a mahjong tile next to them, but the locations of the previous two cases were not in Tokyo. It was just because the circumstances were too similar that they were suspected to be committed by the same person, so a small meeting was held to discuss the case.

Next to the first deceased is a 'tube' painted red, with the English letter 'A' written on the back, and a black line drawn vertically;

The second deceased and the third deceased found last night, the mahjong tiles left by the suspected criminal were 'seven tubes', and each had a circle painted red, and a black line was drawn on the back of the two tiles.

'E' and 'A'.
Chapter completed!