Conan: I'm really not a model worker at a winery

Chapter 335 Big ups and downs FBI
'Really, really not me!Although I wanted to kill them...but I really didn't do it! '

' is a demon!He cut me into pieces and told me to listen to him and he would kill me if I didn't do it! '

'I killed Officer Sato, but I didn't do what happened next!It was the demon who cut me to pieces...'

"Well, that's about the content of the interrogation."

Officer Megure pressed the pause button of the tape recorder, looked at Matsuda Jinpei and Conan with distressed faces, "Did you really not notice anyone else when you found out about this doctor called Fudo Kyosuke?"

Matsuda Jinpei drooped his eyelids: "No... Officer Megure, no matter how you look at it, it seems that he is insane, right?"

Conan also nodded, his tone was naive, but he showed a thoughtful expression:

"If he was really cut into pieces, it would be impossible to stand here properly, right? Did someone give him some psychological hint?"

"We also have this suspicion, but he insisted that he has never seen anyone, only the 'demon'." Police officer Mumu rubbed his brows with a headache, "Looking at it this way, this prisoner is really out of his mind. Problem."

They were originally worried that there was someone behind this matter, but now it seems... They were simply overthinking.

Officer Megure said a few words of encouragement to Matsuda Jinpei, and left the conversation room to go to work.

Matsuda Jinpei and Conan were left in the room, yawning uncontrollably.

They were called over early in the morning because of Futo Kyosuke's affairs, and explained the ins and outs of what happened that day.

It is worth mentioning that on the second day after Fudo Kyosuke was arrested, Oda Kirito also came to the Metropolitan Police Department to "surrender himself"—in fact, he explained why he had Ninoho's brand-name lighters there.

It was blackmailed by him.

So, the son of the criminal minister was sent in by his stern and selfless father, and he is still locked up now...

Fortunately, the amount of extortion was not large, and the person who was extorted died long ago. It is estimated that it will not be long before the other party can regain their freedom.

And Oda Kiritoshi also told Matsuda Jinpei and Conan that they could discuss rock and roll together before being locked in... This caused the two people to almost beg each other not to come out.

On the way back to each house after leaving the Metropolitan Police Department, Conan still didn't hold back:

"Officer Matsuda..."

"what?"

"How on earth did you deduce the murderer?"

Conan thought about it, and felt more and more wrong:

They were all searching step by step, but Matsuda Jinpei went to the bathroom, and their progress in solving the case was suddenly dragged to the end like a progress bar.

Reminiscent of his conversation with Matsuda Jinpei that day before the accident, Conan has reason to suspect:
"Isn't someone telling you who the murderer is again?"

Ke turned half-moon eyes and looked at Matsuda Jinpei with suspicion written all over his face.

"...Why can't I guess it myself?" Matsuda's calm expression almost froze.

It was a good guess.

Conan narrowed his eyes: "Really?"

He didn't believe it.

Matsuda Jinping looked at the sky: "Really."

He didn't believe it himself.

Conan: "..."

This is a guilty conscience, right?Definitely guilty!

"So who are you?" Conan sighed feebly, "Who is the person contacting you?"

Why does everyone around me seem to have a problem?It made him worry all day long, and he was almost mentally weak, okay!

Can you be honest!
Looking at Conan who was emotionally emo momentarily, Matsuda Jinpei stopped in his tracks.

After a long time, he sighed, looked at the sky and said, "Actually, he is a friend of mine."

Conan's little ears moved and he raised his head.

"He is working undercover in a mysterious organization." Matsuda Jinpei's words successfully made Conan's pupils constrict. "We haven't seen each other for several years."

"Officer Matsuda, the organization your friend undercover is not an organization represented by black and codenamed alcohol?"

Conan fixed his eyes on Matsuda Jinpei.

Matsuda Jinpei feigned surprise:

"how do you know?"

Then without waiting for Conan to explain, he suddenly realized: "Could it be that your shrinking has something to do with that organization?"

"It is indeed... Officer Matsuda, did your friend tell you about the murderer of this incident?"

Conan hurriedly inquired, feeling extremely excited—he never expected that he would get news from that organization under such circumstances!

"Well, it was the same last time." Matsuda Zhenping's eyes sank, and his words were half true and half false, "But last time, in order to keep him from being exposed, I couldn't go in early to dismantle the bomb."

Conan continued: "Then, your friend, do you know the real purpose of that organization?"

Matsuda Jinpei looked at him speechlessly, "How do I know this? He is an undercover agent in that organization arranged by the police. Every time he sends a message to me, he risks being exposed. If it's not an emergency, he can't." contact me."

"Police?" Conan was stunned for a moment, "Public, why did you contact Officer Matsuda? You weren't..."

"Indeed, he only contacted me recently."

Matsuda Jinhei took out a lollipop, knelt down and handed it to Conan, and at the same time said softly, "Because he suspects that there are people from that organization within the public security..."

"!?"

Conan's pupil had a magnitude [-] earthquake.

Police, organized people?

"And..." Matsuda Zhenping said solemnly.

"Anything else?" Conan raised his heart.

Matsuda Jinpei pointed to Conan's pocket, "If you don't eat the lollipop I gave you earlier, it will expire tomorrow."

Conan: "..."

There's no need to tell him this kind of thing with a serious face!

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"It seems that this operation against the Metropolitan Police Department has nothing to do with that organization..."

In a certain restaurant, Judy and James discussed in low voice while eating western food.

James put down the knife and fork in his hand, "It seems so... But we still can't take it lightly, after all, we don't know the other party's plan of action yet."

To be honest, because of Judy's previous speculation, the FBI was 12 points vigilant about the murder of the police, for fear that the organization would take the opportunity to make some small moves when the police were in chaos.

After several days of fear, their people have now confirmed that the prisoner is mentally ill, and he is also a fugitive from an old case...

The hearts of a few people fell at once.

"We should still focus on the actual actions of those guys." James also feels that their FBI has been a bit too neurotic recently...

Look at Judy's dark circles, it looks like she didn't sleep well.

"It really should be like this..."

Judy was also a little annoyed.

She has been worrying too much recently, but does she have the ability to sort out every thought, so that she can't get up or down now.

Suddenly, Judy suddenly thought of something: "By the way, Mr. James, I found out about that woman's recent actions...I think I have identified her target."

(End of this chapter)