Famous Detective: I'm Sato Miwako's Informant

the other side.

Hattori Heiji and Conan are also investigating.

They first went to the social affairs office of the shrine, and after some investigation, they went to Fukuyama Lurou again.

After explaining the situation to Fukuyama Lulang, they came to his house together and looked at the scene of his house, but found that it had been cleaned up, which made them frown, because the clues might be broken here.

Fukuyama Lulang looked at the frowns of the big and small, and whispered: "If you want to see the situation at the time, the police have left a photo for me, you can look at it."

"Really?!!"x2

Hattori Heiji and Conan didn't expect things to turn around, and thought the clues would just be cut off.

Fukuyama Lulang nodded, turned around and entered the bedroom, and quickly brought a bunch of photos over.

Hattori Heiji and Conan didn't hesitate, they took the photos and started to observe them one by one.

Both of them are very observant people, and it didn't take long for them to discover something was wrong.

Hattori Heiji pointed to the window in the photo and said, "Are the curtains in your photo drawn, is that the way they are, or did you draw them?"

Fukuyama Lulang frowned and pondered for a while, then said a little uncertainly: "I remember that it seemed to be pulled up, but it doesn't seem to be pulled up. Because I saw this situation at home and immediately called the police, I also don't remember 390 Qing at that time. What's going on?"

Conan said at this time: "By the way, does the surveillance camera at the gate have any video left?"

"Yes." Fukuyama Lulang nodded, brought the two of them to the computer, and opened today's surveillance video for them to watch.

Watch the video soon in fast forward.

Hattori Heiji and Conan frowned, because there was no picture in the video as they imagined, and it could even be said to be normal.

Conan couldn't believe it, and re-watched the video. Gradually, his pupils widened, and he said incredulously, "A few minutes were missing from the video when it was close to noon. What happened? Who deleted it?"

Hattori Heiji heard the words and watched it again. Sure enough, as Conan said, the video has been deleted.

When the two thought so, they turned to look at Fukuyama Lurou together.

Fukuyama Lulang hurriedly said: "It's not me, it's not me, I've definitely never done this. By the way, the Shiraishi repairer also watched the video today."

The two suddenly thought of something, and when they saw that the curtain was drawn in the photo, there were still a few minutes of video, and the object of their suspicion, they immediately understood.

It seems that Shiraishi already knew something from the beginning, so he decisively eliminated some evidence, because the murderer had some relationship with him, so he had to do it.

"Damn it!" Conan said viciously and called Dr. Agasa directly: "Doctor, the surveillance video has been deleted for a few minutes, is there any way you can restore it?"

"Problem...should be... not big." The doctor's rather certain voice came from the other end of the phone.

At this moment, Fukuyama Lulang's uncertain voice sounded again: "My computer automatically deletes surveillance video every day. Because the memory is not very large, so..."

Hattori Heiji's expression changed, and he hurriedly said, "What's the time?"

"Uh..." Fukuyama Lulang just wanted to say something, but he saw the clock in the room and said embarrassedly, "The time has come."

Conan and Hattori Heiji looked at the computer screen again, and sure enough, the surveillance video above had disappeared, which made their hearts hit rock bottom in an instant.

The doctor also heard the passage on the phone, and said weakly: "Shinichi, if this is the case, I seem to have no choice."

"I see, Doctor," Conan said with a nasty look on his face and hung up.

finally……

Hattori Heiji and Conan both sighed helplessly and left Fukuyama Lulang's house together.

But just gone for a while.

On the road in the dark, the two of them saw Shiraishi Osamu and Shimabukuro Junhui walking slowly, holding hands.

Both sides saw each other.

They also stood still.

The sea breeze swirled among them, giving the place a different (badj) flavor.

Shiraishi, Hattori Heiji, Conan, the three of them just stared at each other's eyes.

One side was calm and unwavering, while the other side's eyes were solemn and helpless.

Hattori Heiji and Conan glanced at Shimabukuro Junhui, and passed them silently without saying a word.

away from a distance.

Conan said lightly, "Hatori, you should have figured it out, right?"

Hattori Heiji nodded: "Yeah. Unfortunately, the evidence has been destroyed, and it's useless to say anything."

Conan said with an ugly face: "Should those three people die innocently?"

Hattori Heiji had a complicated expression and sighed: "There is no evidence, and there is nothing we can do. During the investigation just now, I asked the villagers and heard something. It was about three years ago..."

Shiraishi watched the backs of Hattori Heiji and Conan go away, slowly withdrew his gaze, and looked at Shimabukuro Junhui.

Shimabukuro-kun lowered his head weakly, like a little daughter-in-law, not daring to say anything.

"Alas... You are so courageous that you dare to invite them both. If I hadn't found something wrong, you would be in danger today."

"Um~"

Shimabukuro Junhui nodded lightly, then looked up at Shiraishi seriously: "Because I believe in Shu..."

"correct."

She thought of something again, took out a folded piece of paper from her bosom, and handed it over.

"What is this?" Shiraishi was puzzled, looked at the piece of paper, and then at Shimabukuro Junhui.

"It's like this..."

Shimabukuro Junhui slowly explained what happened.

How did I meet that woman when I got off work? The woman said a series of words, and finally left this piece of paper with numbers inexplicably.

Shiraishi's expression became serious when he first listened to it. After listening to the end, his pupils couldn't help shrinking. He immediately opened the paper in his hand and saw the number 112 written on it.

boom!

He felt as if something exploded in his mind, and the first few numbers were instantly connected.

In the first photo, he was Yoko Okino who was rescued at 4-chome, but there was a "five" on the back of the photo.

This time he finally understood.

Five, thirty-nine, two..

Connected to No. 2, No. 39, 5-chome, that was the address of his own home.

The first floor is a small shop, the third floor is his home, and he doesn't seem to know anything on the second floor...

"Xiu, what's wrong with you?"

zX....

Shiraishi shook his head, took back the piece of paper calmly, and looked in the direction of Sakura in the middle of the night sky.

He decided to go back tomorrow to see if the woman in his mind was playing tricks