Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 51 The Challenge Letter to Uehara Katsumi
"No?! Is there anyone in charge! This, this, this??!!!"

The old arms that have been neglected for many years are still unable to twist the young thighs after all, the man can only watch helplessly as the ponytail youth who suddenly appeared in front of him rode his beloved car away——

Under the bright sky, the Mediterranean uncle who was over [-] years old stood in the same place in grief and anger, clenched his fists and aimed at the air and hit the hammer. The emotion was the most agitated in recent years.

"Hello?! Police?! I want to call the police! Someone is robbing! Robbing!!!"

hum! ! !
At the intersection in the distance, the roar of the accelerator being pushed to the maximum in an instant is deafening - that is the speed that the uncle who cherishes the car has never driven in the past few years.

The refreshing ponytail bound by the rubber band fluttered in the sound of hunting wind.

Katsumi Uehara, who made a sharp turn after forcibly running a red light at the intersection, suddenly swelled his arm muscles, and raised the front of the motorcycle under the eyes of the drivers behind him, who seemed to be looking at gods——

hum! ! !
The noisy exhaust pipe was still smoking, and the solid body barely avoided the Mercedes-Benz that stepped on the emergency brake after a turn and landed, but the heroic man still sat firmly on the motorcycle.

"I'm sorry! If there is any damage and you need to repair the car and repaint it, please go directly to the Metropolitan Police Department for reimbursement!"

While biting the prisoner and chasing after him, Uehara Katsumi did not forget to point out a clear way for the panicked car owners behind him.

Anyway, it's not his money, the big deal is that his salary will be deducted and his bonus will be deducted later. He is used to this kind of thing, and the most important thing now is to arrest people.

As long as you take people back, you can talk about anything.

And looking at it now, the criminal's motorcycle driving skills are obviously not as high as his, and he can push the accelerator to the maximum general level on the road.

"You can't run away."

Katsumi Uehara, who leaned down slightly, clamped his thighs slightly towards the motorcycle body, turned the corner without slowing down under the rapid speed, and quickly narrowed the distance with the prisoner, gradually chasing them to keep pace.

The prisoner, who obviously noticed this, was obviously a little nervous, with one hand controlling the motorcycle's faucet, and the other reaching into his arms as if he was groping for something.

Seeing this, Uehara Katsumi's eyes were fixed, and he took out the handcuffs with his right hand first, and at the right time, he threw them directly at the rear wheel of the prisoner's motorcycle!
——? !

The momentary imbalance of the rear wheel became the fuse of the car's loss of control. The prisoner who was controlling the car with one hand widened his eyes, and the next second he and the car fell over!
boom!
The goggles on the helmet instantly cracked with dense lines. The prisoner who rolled seven or eight laps on the asphalt road struggled to stand up, but he couldn't get up again. He could only watch Uehara Katsumi stop the car and walk towards him. step by step.

"Let me see who you are."

The damaged helmet was taken off, revealing the face of a man of about 30 years old.

Very ordinary public appearance.

However, after knowing that he was arrested, he simply closed his eyes without saying a word.

After silently disarming, Uehara Katsumi squatted down and searched for a while, then pressed the redial button on Takasugi's mobile phone he brought out, but there was not even a single call reminder from the prisoner.

"..."

Although he had been mentally prepared for this, Uehara Katsumi still sighed.

I know it's not that simple.

"Satou, drive over here, and he was caught. In addition, all the people from Toshihiko Takasugi's side were brought back to the police station. This case is not over yet."

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"The results of the fingerprint comparison came out. You caught this prisoner who is exactly 30 years old this year. He is a trainer in a fitness club in Kabado-cho. He was arrested for fighting with weapons five years ago."

An hour later, the Metropolitan Police Department searched the office area of ​​the Division [-] Violent Crime Division [-].

Chiba Kazunobu, who came with the fingerprint comparison results, handed the report to Miwako Sato who was talking with Uehara Katsumi in front of the blackboard.

"Fighting with weapons? Five years ago?" Miwako Sato, who thought she was a villain full of evil, frowned.

"According to the data, except for the accidental conflict five years ago, this person's background is very clean, and he doesn't look like someone who will become a crazy killer at all."

Chiba and Shin spread their hands, indicating that this is all they can find.

"Not only that, but this guy seems to be donating half of his annual income to charity every year after he gets out of prison in order to pay for the sins he committed during the conflict."

On the other side, Takagi Tsutomu, who also came with a document, handed it to Uehara Katsumi, who opened it casually, and all he saw were donation records and details.

"what?"

Miwako Sato, who was flipping through the documents at hand, couldn't hide her disbelief when she heard the words: "Wait a minute, Takagi and Chiba, what do you two mean to say that the prisoner that Uehara has brought back now is a great benevolent person?"

"If the information is correct, at least it was before today." Chiba Kazunobu and Takagi Tsutomu nodded in unison: "How about your records?"

"Detective Mori and the others have already finished their work and confirmed that they are indeed entrusted to appear in the Takasugi Group. However, Takasugi Toshihiko has a group lawyer rushing over, so we can't ask anything at all.

"As for this great philanthropist, he still doesn't say a word, and doesn't even drink his saliva." Katsumi Uehara, who didn't find anything, threw the materials on the desk, and added some more words with one hand on his hips. Nuzui was drawn on the blackboard.

Next to the original "serial murder case" and "Shinkansen bombing case", there is now another "Miyazawa Nobuo died in a car accident" with a question mark.

"I asked the colleague in charge of the Miyazawa Nobu case to do the comparison again, and the result was quite unexpected."

Katsumi Uehara picked up a pen and drew a circle on each of the names of the seven deceased in the tree diagram below the "Serial Murder Case": "There is a problem with the soft decoration items that have been checked before, guess what is missing?
"Fish tank, the fish tank that the murderer used to hold the dead."

"Now we suspect that the start of this serial murder case may be related to Miyazawa Nobu's death in a car accident, so after reporting it to the Megure Police Department, we decided to investigate these three cases together, starting with Miyazawa Nobu at the very beginning. "

Miwako Sato, who took over the quarrel, drew a circle on the name "Nobumi Miyazawa" with heavy strokes, and said in a deep voice: "Besides, because Detective Maori was also involved in the case of Nobuo Miyazawa, so after passing through the target He will assist us in the investigation with the permission of the Mu Police Department.”

"Detective Maori?" Takagi and Chiba were taken aback when they heard the words.

The two of them are not very familiar with this name, but when they heard the detective, they instinctively thought of the high school student detective Kudo Shinichi who was hailed by the outside media as "the savior of the Japanese police" in their minds.

"Where's the Megure Police Department? Are you still in the hospital?"

"The pressure from Shiratori's house to solve the case is said to be great, and the police department is still negotiating with them." Miwako Sato pursed her lips and sighed.

Fortunately, Uehara Katsumi captured someone who should be an accomplice of the prisoner, otherwise, the Mumu police department might not even have the confidence to resist the pressure.

Thinking of this, Miwako Sato couldn't help but cast a glance at her partner who had become unnecessarily silent since the arrester came back——

He was spinning a pen in his hand, chewing gum in his mouth; his expression was not frivolous at all, and he was serious beyond words.

"Any thoughts, Uehara?"

"Not yet, I just feel a little strange. Why did the murderer make that phone call on purpose? Isn't it clear that we want to catch this accomplice?"

"Perhaps the murderer thought his accomplice could escape?"

"No, every step this murderer has taken so far is very rational, and even every step has a strong purpose, so he will never make such a judgment that may be possible.

"Also, if I were the prisoner, then in today's situation, I can rely on installing miniature bugs or monitoring probes in Toshihiko Takasugi's office, instead of actually sending someone to sit in the monitoring room. It's like the killer is deliberately trying to get me to catch someone."

Katsumi Uehara shook his head, pointing at the name and photo on the blackboard with the tip of his pen, his eyes narrowed and lost in thought.Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard a shout——

"Whose fax? Why did someone fax over suddenly?"

"It's not mine, is it? Look at what it is."

"Let me take a look. Dear Police Officer Uehara, hello—"

The voice of the police officer who was reading the fax stopped abruptly, and Katsumi Uehara, who was in front of the blackboard, turned his head suddenly.

"Ue...Uehara, this seems to be...a challenge letter for you?"

　Ask for tickets~Please follow up~
　　Put a small bowl~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)