COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

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

It was found that the deceased was indeed not the owner of the car, Mike.

"Oh God..." There are police officers in disbelief.

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

When he saw that the fatal wound was the wound on the deceased's head, and that there were multiple heavy blows on the deceased's head, he held up the document and pointed to the line.

"Does a normal car accident result in multiple blows to the head of the deceased? It takes a series of car accidents to happen."

"And... how did the fire in that car happen? Was it really because of a car accident that the car exploded and caught fire?" The boy leaned against the office chair and asked leisurely.

"..." The police officers who were attracted to each other looked at each other.

No one took the initiative to speak.

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

Tsushima Shuji: ...That's right.

The detection rate in the United States should not be entirely borne by the FBI.

The detection rate on Neon's side depends entirely on a group of detectives, and the detectives on the American side... Who are they here?

There seems to be no famous detective...

"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 teenager stated expressionlessly.

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

"Then why was this car driven away by others?" A policeman asked.

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

Tsushima Shuji: 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 had bought high-priced insurance..." Tsushima Shuji stopped his words.

Let them think about the follow-up for themselves.

Tsushima Shuji: Don't be a policeman if you can't think of such a simple reason.

"So... that Mr. Mike was trying to deceive the security, so he found someone to kill him and pretended to be in a car accident?" The policeman thought thoughtfully.

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

Tsushima Shuji: I almost laughed out loud.

It seems that Mr. Mack knows a lot about the police in New York.

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

Everyone was blushing.

Indeed, so to speak...

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...

Are people still missing?

Where can I find someone?

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

The troublesome thing of finding someone, of course, has to be handed over to others~

And it is this kind of cross-state or even cross-border search.

The police immediately contacted the FBI.

FBI investigators arrived at the police station.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw the police officer Qi Shuishuan sitting next to the conference table.

And the young man sitting in the director's seat with his eyes closed, and the director standing beside him.

An FBI: I have seen this young man.

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

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

It seems that someone else found the murderer.

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

Mr. FBI nodded.

"Can someone explain the specific case to me?" He looked around at the police.

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

"...that's how it is."

"Mr. Mike doesn't know where he has escaped to now..." the director introduced in a deep voice.

"In Alaska," Tsushima Shuji interjected.

"Any clues?" Mr. FBI squinted at him.

"It's God's guidance." The young man closed his eyes and said pious.

Mr. FBI: …

I'm talking to you about the case, you're talking about theology with me?

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

don't~

People don't want to be caught by the FBI~

hehe~

Mr. FBI looked around at the police officers whose eyes were wandering.

Heart is very helpless.

It seems that this time it is up to the FBI itself.

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

"No…"

"It should be a homeless..." A policeman whispered.

"Everyone knows how many homeless people there are in New York, and we can't find his identity at all..." He said helplessly and indifferently.

Just a homeless man.

No one will care if it disappears.

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

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

…

Tsushima Shuji first went to pick a forest without people.

I found a very ladylike tree.

Climbing up the tree a few times, then tied the rope up, and put his head in the circle.

Successfully hung in the sky.

It's like a horrific murder.

A young couple walked into the woods.

When the kiss is in full swing.

Suddenly a terrified scream came.

The two looked up and saw the figure on the tree with his head tilted, his eyes widened, his tongue sticking out, and his face covered in blood.

"Tick-tock-"

There was even blood dripping onto 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 no, we can't do this." The man stopped her.

"This will cause us trouble, dear." He said solemnly, putting his hands on the woman's shoulders.

"...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 seeing that no one was there, Tsushima Shuji immediately recovered his expression.

Showing affection in front of someone who committed suicide alone?

Ah.

He heard someone coming.

The sound of wheels rolling over leaves.

"Repair?"

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

He sighed after getting no response.

Reaching out to the bodyguard beside him, he took the gun from his waist.

It was a shot at Shuji Tsushima.

Broken the rope.

"Bang—" Tsushima Shuji fell to the ground.

The wheelchair stopped beside him.

"No breathing, no heartbeat..." Oba Haruhiko rubbed his chin in thought. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"In that case, I can only go to the event tonight." 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 event you've always wanted to go to, Shuji." Haruhiko Oba smiled and said in a gentle tone.

Tsushima Shuji wiped his face, his handkerchief covered in blood.

"...the painter?" he asked.

Do you want to see how the other party loses and goes bankrupt?

Or try to see if you can ruin your lost family?

so funny~

Haruhiko Oba responded with a silent smile.