I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

"Very well, my good boy, grow up quickly, take a chance and use your flaming claws to leave marks on this city."

In a dark alley, the red light flickered, and the man's crazy whispers echoed in the alley like the whispers of the devil. The red light shone on the man's face, making it even more hideous.

The flame in front of him deformed the air, and from time to time a little spark spattered on the man’s shoes, but the man ignored him. There was a smell of gasoline around him, and his narrow eyes showed fierce and crazy eyes. The man looked at the flame in front of him and laughed.

The man's voice was not very pleasant, it only sounded uncomfortable, the flame became more and more violent, the man slowly got up and walked towards the city, still whispering something in his mouth.

Outside the alley, Bu Mei's young body crouched in front of a row of gashapon machines. She put the coin in her hand into the gashapon machine. When she heard the sound of the gashapon falling, she smiled.

At this moment, the man’s voice came from the alley next to the gashapon machine: “There is one place left. At that time, the eve of the celebration will be completed, and this corrupt city will be ablaze. A flame of red lotus."

Bumei held the gashapon in her hand and looked at the man. She covered her nose and frowned slightly: "It's so unpleasant."

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

Step Mei stayed in place and looked at the figure drifting away. The long-term experience of investigating the scene made her feel that this man seemed to have something wrong for the first time. She recognized the smell of her body, which was obviously gasoline.

The temperature can be considered hot recently. There are only two kinds of people who wear a windbreaker and wrap themselves tightly in this kind of weather, neurotic and bad.

Step Mei is of course more inclined to the latter.

"Bumei, what are you doing here?"

Mommy's mother bought something from the supermarket and walked out to look at the weird daughter in front of her, and said, "We should go home."

Immediately, Bu Mei also turned her head and followed her mother.

She took this matter to heart, and she also knew that it would be useless after telling her parents. It's better to talk to Conan and the others tomorrow.

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

.....

Doctor's House Next Day

"Ding Dong"

Dr. A Li opened the door and saw the three Bumei people in front of the door, smiling: "Yeah, you guys, come and come and sit, I'll pour you juice."

Dr. A Li walked into the door and shouted: "Gwangyou, Xiaoai, Conan! Amy and the others are looking for you."

After all, Dr. A Li walked directly to the bar to pour juice for everyone.

Guangyou was in Xiao Ai's room at this time, adding a frame to that photo.

This photo frame is also Guangyou himself to find someone to buy wood, and then he spent time making it himself.

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

Xiao Ai stretched out her hand to pick up the photo, and after looking at it carefully for a while, she placed the photo in front of her computer. This was the place where she spent the longest time apart from the bed, and it was also the most conspicuous.

Guangyou sat on the sofa. Hearing Bu Mei's description, he nodded: "Well, there are indeed some problems. Why don't we go to the Metropolitan Police Department to talk to them with Police Officer Mumu now?"

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

When we arrived at the Metropolitan Police Department, Officer Mumu went out temporarily, so it was Yumi Kazuko's reception.

"So, how do that man's eyes look like?"

After listening to Bumi’s description, Miwako did not dare to be careless, because a fire broke out last night, and the news made headlines in the newspaper this morning.

Bumei lighted her chin, thinking hard, "Well, how do you say it looks a bit like a fox, and she hangs herself like this!"

With that, Bu Mei mentioned it from the corner of her eyes and said seriously: "It should be like this."

Holding the notebook in her hand, Meihezi seriously drew a portrait of the suspect on the notebook according to Bumei's description: "Single eyelids with slightly raised eyes."

After drawing the eyes, Miwako breathed a sigh of relief, and turned the notebook around to face everyone: "Then, does that person look like this?"

I saw the man on the drawing board with triangular eyes, a triangular mouth, a triangular face, and a garlic nose. The hair that grew out of his head was the same as the thorns on a porcupine. .

Everyone squinted at the portrait and expressed their own opinions.

Bumei frowned and said in disgust: "It's not like it at all!"

Yuanta, who was standing behind everyone, also looked disgusted: "You paint really badly, it seems like me."

"That's right! It's just like a kid's graffiti." Mitsuhiko said seriously.

Xiao Ai's mockery is more advanced: "Is there no one else in the Metropolitan Police Department except you?"

At this moment, Miwako blinked her peasy eyes, her face was a little blushing by the children, and the air seemed to freeze instantly. Miwako felt very embarrassed. She thought her painting was pretty good, but she was immediately mocked.

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

At this time, Takagi took the notebook from Miwako, looked at the horrible portrait on the notebook with a serious face, and said: "I said, Officer Sato, even if no one painted, I can't pass your words to the investigators. It."

Shiratori followed Gao Mu and glanced at the notebook, pinched his chin, and said admiringly: "Well, to be honest, this painting is pretty good from the perspective of Surreal School."

Miwako stood up and said to two people who were standing and talking, "What? If you are willing to paint instead of me, I would be very welcome."

Miwako's tone suddenly awakened Takagi. He swore that what he was thinking just now was to compliment Miwako no matter what, but he didn't know why, so he said it honestly as soon as he reached his lips.

Takagi hurriedly explained: "No, no, no, the words of police officer Sato are really good, unlike me, I don't know anything about painting!"

"What about that, I am only good at Impressionism, so if I have something to do, I will leave first."

Shiratori said as he backed away, and went straight away.

Takagi's eyes widened and his eyebrows raised: "Sergeant Shiratori!"

Shiratori was already far away at this time. Takagi looked at the direction Shiratori was walking and complained: "This dead boy slipped so fast."

Gao Mu had a clue, he changed the subject and said, "By the way, we are not sure that the one Bumei saw is really an arsonist, right?"

This sentence directly caused people including Meihezi and Bumei to look at him with resentment.

Mitsuhiko even said, "Are you still talking about humans? You mean that Stepmi is lying and deceiving, right?"

Yuanta raised her eyebrows and looked at Takagi who was taller than him but not "stronger" in front of him: "That's right! Don't look down on people just because we are children!"

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

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

"Can't go wrong." Guangyou's voice reached Gao Mu's ears, "According to Bu Mei, the prisoner still smells of gasoline. On such a hot day, he wears a long coat and leather gloves, and he shows an evil smile near the fire. , And those words, if it wasn't the murderer, Officer Takagi would stand upside down and eat canned herring."

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