I'm making soy sauce in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 122 The Triangular Porcupine Monster

"Very good, my good boy, grow up quickly, be more adventurous, and use your flaming claws to leave traces on this city to your heart's content."

In a certain dark alley, the red light was flickering, and the man's crazily moaning echoed in the alley like a devil's whisper. The red light shone on the man's face, making him look even more ferocious.

The flames in front of him deformed the air, and from time to time sparks sprang out and splashed on the front of the man's shoes, but the man ignored him. There was a smell of gasoline around him, and his long and narrow eyes showed fierce and crazy eyes. The man looked at the flames in front of him and laughed.

The man's voice was not very pleasant, it only made people feel uncomfortable, the flames became more and more fierce, the man slowly got up and walked towards the city, still muttering something in his mouth.

Outside the alley, Ayumi's young body squatted in front of a row of gashapon machines. She put the coins in her hand into the gashapon machine. When she heard the sound of the gashapon falling, a smile appeared on her face.

At this moment, the voice of the man just now came from the alley next to the gashapon machine: "There is still one place left. By then, the eve of the celebration will be considered complete. By then, this corrupt city will be ignited." A red lotus flame."

Ayumi held the gashapon in her hand and looked at the man. She covered her nose and frowned slightly: "It smells so bad."

The man's figure didn't stop at all, he walked slowly towards a car parked by the side of the road, opened the door, and soon, the man drove away.

Ayumi stayed where she was and looked at the fading figure. Her long-term experience at the crime scene made her immediately feel that there seemed to be something wrong with this man. She could recognize the smell on his body, which was obviously the smell of gasoline.

The temperature can be considered hot recently. There are only two types of people who wear windbreakers and wrap themselves tightly in this weather, psychopaths and bad guys.

Ayumi of course prefers the latter.

"Ayumi, what are you doing here?"

Ayumi's mother came out from the supermarket to buy something, looked at her daughter who was behaving strangely in front of her, and said, "It's time for us to go home."

Immediately, Ayumi also turned her head and followed her mother.

She took this matter to heart, and she also knew that it would be useless to tell her parents, so she might as well talk to Conan and the others tomorrow about the situation.

Not long after she left, a huge explosion resounded in the night sky, and the fierce flames instantly engulfed the entire building.

next day doctor's house

"Ding Dong"

Dr. Ali opened the door, saw the three Ayumi in front of the door, and smiled: "Hey, you guys, come and sit, I will pour juice for you."

Dr. Ali walked into the door and shouted: "Guangyou, Xiaoai, Conan! Ayumi and the others are here to find you."

After all, Dr. A Li went straight to the bar to pour juice for everyone.

At this time, Guangyou was in Xiaoai's room, adding a frame to that photo.

This photo frame was also bought by Guangyou himself, and he took the time to make it himself.

After Guangyou responded, he put the photo on the table and opened the door to the living room.

Xiao Ai reached out to pick up the photo, looked at it carefully for a while, and then put the photo in front of her computer. This is where she spends the longest time besides the bed, and it is also the most conspicuous.

Guangyou sat on the sofa, and after listening to Ayumi's description, he nodded: "Well, there are indeed some problems, why don't we go to the Metropolitan Police Department and talk to Police Officer Megure?"

Everyone nodded naturally, and then they went directly to the Metropolitan Police Department.

When we arrived at the Metropolitan Police Department, Officer Meguro went out temporarily, so everyone was received by Miwako.

"So that's it. What did that man's eyes look like?"

After hearing Ayumi's description, Miwako didn't dare to be careless, because a fire broke out last night, and this news also made the headlines of the newspaper this morning.

Ayumi nodded her chin, thinking hard: "Well, how should I put it, she looks a bit like a fox, and she hangs herself like this!"

As she said that, Ayumi mentioned it in the corner of her eye, and said seriously: "It should be like this."

Holding the notebook in her hands, Miwako carefully drew the portrait of the suspect according to Ayumi's description on the notebook: "Single eyelids with slightly raised corners."

After drawing the eyes, Mei Hezi breathed a sigh of relief, and turned the book around to face the crowd: "Then, does that person look like this?"

The man on the drawing board has a pair of triangular eyes, a triangular mouth, a triangular face, and a bulbous nose. The hair growing out of his head is like the thorns on a porcupine. I'm afraid it can be directly used as a murder weapon. .

Everyone squinted at the portrait and expressed their opinions.

Ayumi frowned, and said in disgust: "It doesn't look like it at all!"

Yuan Tai, who was standing behind everyone, also looked disgusted: "You are really inferior in painting, it seems to be similar to me."

"That's right! It's no different from a child's graffiti." Mitsuhiko said with serious disgust.

Xiao Ai's sarcasm was a bit more advanced: "Is there no one else in the Metropolitan Police Department except you?"

At this moment, Meihezi blinked her peasy eyes, her face was a little blushing from what the children said, the air seemed to condense instantly, Meihezi felt extremely embarrassed, she thought her painting was not bad, but was directly ridiculed.

He hurriedly said to everyone: "I can't help it. Mr. Youchuan, who specializes in painting portraits in the Metropolitan Police Department, just had a cold and asked for sick leave today."

At this moment, Takagi took the notebook from Miwako, looked at the horrific head portrait on the notebook seriously, and said, "I said, Officer Sato, even if no one draws it, I can't pass your words on to the investigators." Woolen cloth."

Shiratori glanced at the book behind Takagi, squeezed his chin, and said appreciatively: "Well, to be honest, this painting is not bad in terms of surrealism."

Miwako stood up and said to the two people who were standing and talking without back pain, "What? If you are willing to paint instead of me, I welcome it too."

Miwako's tone woke Takagi up suddenly. He swore that what he was thinking just now was to praise Miwako no matter what, but for some reason, he said it honestly as soon as the words came to his lips.

Takagi quickly explained: "No, no, what Officer Sato said is really good, unlike me, I don't know anything about painting!"

"What, I'm only good at impressionism, so I have something to do, so I'll go first."

Shiratori backed away as he spoke, and slipped away.

Takagi widened his eyes and raised his eyebrows: "Officer Shiratori!",

Shiratori had already gone far away at this time, Takagi looked at the direction Shiratori was walking in, and complained: "This brat slips really fast."

With an idea, Takagi changed the subject and said, "By the way, we're not sure that the one Ayumi saw was really an arsonist, are we?"

This sentence directly made everyone including Miwako and Ayumi look at him with resentment.

Mitsuhiko even said: "Are you still speaking human words? You mean that Ayumi lied and deceived people, right?"

Yuantai raised his eyebrows and looked at Takagi who was taller than him but not as "strong" in front of him: "That's right! Don't look down on us just because we are children!"

Ayumi's mouth was puffed up, and her big beautiful eyes stared at Takagi, and Takagi suddenly felt guilty.

"After all, Ayumi, you didn't see that man set fire, did you?" Takagi wanted to explain.

"No mistake." Guangyou's voice reached Gao Mu'er, "According to Ayumi, the prisoner still smelled of gasoline, and he was wearing a long coat and leather gloves on such a hot day, and he was showing an evil smile near the fire. , and those words, if it wasn’t for the murderer, Police Officer Takagi would stand upside down and eat canned herring.”

With that said, Guangyou handed a few pieces of paper to Miwako: "No, the portrait."

(End of this chapter)