COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

Compare the hair of Mike's son with the hair left by the dead body at the scene.

It was found that the deceased was indeed not the owner Mike himself.

"Oh God..." There are cops in disbelief.

Shuji Tsushima was sitting in the director's seat and was reading the autopsy report.

When you see that the fatal injury is a wound on the head of the deceased, and that there are marks of multiple heavy blows on the head of the deceased, hold up the document and point to that line of writing to ask.

"Does a normal car accident result in multiple severe blows to the head of the deceased? Then it must be a serial car accident."

"And...how did the fire in that car happen? Was it really a car accident that caused the car to explode and catch fire?" The young man leaned on his office chair and asked leisurely.

"..." The policemen who were attracted looked at each other.

No one took the initiative to speak.

"...Isn't it?" someone asked.

Shuji Tsushima: ...That's right.

The rate of detection of crimes in the United States should not be carried by the FBI.

The case-solving rate at Neon depends on a group of detectives, and the detectives on the American side... who are there?

It seems that there are no famous detectives...

"The fuel tank and engine of the car at the scene of the crime were not damaged, and the reason why the vehicle exploded and caught fire was because the fuel tank and engine were damaged." The black-haired boy stated with a blank expression.

"So this fire was caused by human beings, not the car." He looked around at the unresponsive crowd.

"Then why was this car driven away by other people?" A policeman questioned.

"The original owner, where is that Mr. Mike now?"

Shuji Tsushima: Finally someone is willing to use their brains/moved.jpg

"When I searched the other's wife's house before, I found that Mr. Mike bought high-priced insurance..." Shuji Tsushima stopped talking.

Let them figure out what to do next.

Shuji Tsushima: If you can’t think of such a simple reason, don’t be a policeman.

"So...that Mr. Mike was trying to cheat the insurance, so he found someone to kill and pretended that he had a car accident?" The policeman was thoughtful.

"Is he so sure that he will succeed?" a policeman whispered.

Shuji Tsushima: I almost laughed out loud.

It seems that Mr. Mike knows the New York police quite well.

"After all, didn't the police officers almost close the accident on the spot at the beginning? After finding out the owner of the car, the insurance company learned that they could only pay according to the contract." Shuji Tsushima said calmly.

Everyone was blushing.

Indeed, to put it this way...

The opponent's method is indeed very feasible.

"Then where is he now?" Although he knew that the other party might be the murderer, but...

Is the person still in the missing stage?

Where to find someone?

"It seems that the next arrest mission has to be handed over to the FBI." Shuji Tsushima said helplessly.

The troublesome thing of finding someone, of course I have to leave it to others~

And it is this kind of interstate or even transnational search.

So the police immediately contacted the FBI.

FBI investigators rushed to the police station.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the police sitting neatly beside the conference table.

As well as the young man sitting in the director's position with his eyes closed and meditating, and the director standing aside.

A certain fbi: I have seen this boy before.

I remembered how the other party vomited blood and fell into a coma when we first met.

And the detective deeds of the other party in Neon indicated in the subsequent investigation materials.

It seems that someone else found the murderer.

"Meet you again, officer." The boy greeted him.

Mr. FBI nodded.

"Can anyone explain the specific case to me?" He looked around at the policemen around him.

In the United States, he still trusts the American police more.

"...that's the way it is."

"That Mr. Mike has fled to somewhere now..." the director introduced in a deep voice.

"It's in Alaska," Shuji Tsushima interrupted.

"Any clues?" Mr. FBI narrowed his eyes and looked at him.

"It's God's guidance." The boy closed his eyes and said in a pious tone.

Mr. FBI: ...

I'll talk to you about the case and you talk about theology with me?

Shuji Tsushima: Do I have to tell you that I hacked into your surveillance network?

don't want~

I don't want to be arrested by the fbi~

hey~

Mr. FBI looked around at the policemen with wandering eyes.

Heart very helpless.

It seems that this time it has to rely on the fbi itself.

"Has the identity of the deceased been found?" Maybe we can find clues from the identity of the other party.

"No……"

"It should be a tramp..." a policeman whispered.

"Everyone knows how many homeless people there are in New York, and there is no way to find his identity..." He said helplessly and indifferently.

Just a bum.

If it disappears, no one will care.

"May he return to the Lord's side." The young man prayed devoutly for others.

Mr. FBI didn't say any more, picked up the information collected by the police, turned and left.

...

Shuji Tsushima first went to pick a forest without people.

I found a very ladylike tree.

Cengcengceng climbed up the tree a few times, then tied the rope up, and poked his head into the circle.

Successfully hung in the sky.

It's like a horrible murder.

A young couple walked into the woods.

When the kiss is in full swing.

Suddenly there was a terrified scream.

The two looked up and saw the blood-stained figure on the tree with head tilted, eyes wide open, tongue sticking out.

"Tick tock—"

There was even blood dripping on them under the tree.

"Oh no..."

"My God..." They looked at the blood on their bodies and took two steps back in horror.

"We need to call the police." The woman said.

"No, no, we can't do this." The man stopped her.

"This will cause us trouble, my dear." He pressed his hands on the woman's shoulder and said in a deep voice.

"...Then what should we do..." The woman slowly put down the phone.

The man looked at the dead man on the tree and swallowed.

Pulled the woman and ran out.

After Shuji Tsushima saw that there was no one there, he immediately recovered his expression.

Showing affection in front of a lonely suicide?

Ah.

He heard someone coming.

The sound of wheels rolling on leaves.

"Shuji?"

"It's time to go back." Haruhiko Oba sat on the wheelchair and looked up at the boy hanging from the tree.

He sighed after getting no response.

Reaching out to the bodyguard on the side, he took the gun from his waist.

It was a shot at Shuji Tsushima.

broke the rope.

"Bang—" Shuji Tsushima fell to the ground.

The wheelchair stopped beside him.

"No breathing, no heartbeat..." Haruhiko Oba rubbed his chin in thought.

"In this case, I can only go to tonight's event." He said regretfully.

"Activity?" The boy lying on the ground recovered his breathing and heartbeat, and sat up.

The bodyguard on the side immediately handed over the handkerchief and mirror.

"It's the activity you've always wanted to go to, Shuji." Haruhiko Oba smiled and said softly.

Shuji Tsushima wiped his face, the handkerchief was covered with blood.

"...the painter?" he asked.

Want to see how the other party lost and went bankrupt?

Or try to see if you can lose everything?

so interesting~

Haruhiko Oba responded silently with a smile.