I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

The rain stopped. As the incident spread, the news media all gathered in front of the Metropolitan Police Department and blocked the Metropolitan Police Department’s door. At a glance, they were all heads, cameras, and video vehicles. Fortunately, these reporters were also Without Shi Lezhi, neither rushed into the Metropolitan Police Department, but reported in front of the Metropolitan Police Department.

It was noisy outside, and the Metropolitan Police Department was much better. Police Officer Mumu took it seriously after hearing the news. As a witness, Conan Guangyou and his party were also called to the Metropolitan Police Department to record a statement.

Officer Megumi, Mikako Takagi, and another policeman had serious faces. This time it was a malicious homicide, and it was a criminal policeman who killed him. The criminal policemen have already given the murderer a "death sentence" in their hearts. It is estimated that the murderer was caught. After that, I will spend my whole life with bars.

The warm and lovely detectives will give the murderer a transformation gift package, which includes a set of fashionable prison clothes, a pair of exquisite handcuffs and handcuffs, a free styling, a free nutritional meal for life, a lifelong job, and other benefits. They are all waiting for the murderer to collect it.

Officer Mumu asked, "Children, can you tell me more about the characteristics of the murderer?"

Mitsuhiko said, "He is a young man."

Yuanta shook his head and retorted: "No, I remember she was a beautiful big sister."

Guangyou held his forehead: "How do you know if you are a big sister or a beautiful big sister without seeing your face? For Mao, I always think Yuanta will have a temperament similar to that of Uncle Maori in the future?"

Bu Mei's big beautiful eyes widened: "That's strange, it's a middle-aged uncle."

A cold sweat broke out on the tall wood: "What color is the umbrella that the murderer is holding?"

Mitsuhiko thought for a while: "Black."

"How do I think it's green?" Yuanta's answer made Guangyou helpless. Is the green color a bit too conspicuous? Does the murderer really hold a green umbrella?

"I remember it was blue." Bu Mei remembered it seriously.

Seeing that he was going to talk more and more outrageous, Kosuke hurriedly said, "The murderer was wearing a long gray coat and holding a black umbrella in his hand. He was about the same height as the murdered Nara Police Officer. He was thin and he should be a man. Umbrella, left-handed shooting, probably left-handed, the gun used should be a 9mm pistol with a silencer."

Takagi hurriedly wrote down the key information, which was much more accurate and detailed than the information provided by the three children.

"Detective Megome, Officer Nara held his left chest tightly before he died. How do you understand this."

Officer Megome replied: "He meant to imply that he had a police manual on his chest. We have already clarified this point. We have also handed over the contents to a dedicated person to conduct a thorough investigation."

At this time, a police officer named Chiba pushed the door and walked in. He walked to the side of Officer Mumu and said: "Police, judging from the magazines dropped on the scene, the murderer should have used a 9mm automatic pistol. "

"It's the same as Guangyou said." Uncle Maori raised his eyebrows. "It's a pistol that women usually use."

Xiao Ai added: "Maybe the murderer had injured his left hand, so he could only use a nine-millimeter gun."

Officer Mumu nodded: "It is indeed possible."

What made Xiaolan breathe a sigh of relief was that no one was affected this time, and even the skin on his body was not scratched.

However, Conan's brows kept frowning, and he was still worried about losing the murderer by failing to pass the red light before.

After the confession was recorded, everyone left the Metropolitan Police Department. At this time, the dark clouds dispersed and the sun was shining on the earth. For ordinary people, the sun after the rain can make people feel more comfortable, but the mood of Uncle Maori is still heavy. He is also a criminal policeman, and Nara can be regarded as his colleague. No matter how heartless he is, he can't get back to his previous mood so quickly.

After returning home, Uncle Maori rarely took a beer and called Yoko's name in front of the TV. After the first meal, he washed up and went back to the room to sleep.

The changes in Uncle Maori were so great that Xiaolan was a little worried, but she knew that Uncle Maori had to rely on her, so she didn't bother.

The next day, the sun just hung in the sky, and a piece of news was like a bomb. Most people in the city were discussing the explosive news that happened last night. The body of another police officer was found in his underground parking lot. .

"What the activists do?"Violent group revenge?""A lot of doubts" "Personal grudges?""Challenge the police?""A variety of titles are coming, and if anyone in the whole city hasn't heard of these things, they are considered backward.

Uncle Maori, who got up early in the morning, looked more serious after seeing the newspaper. He just eased a little and became nervous again. He took the newspaper and called Officer Mumu: "Officer Mumu, I think about the case last night. Please tell me the detailed situation."

Regarding Uncle Maori's inquiry, Officer Mumu directly rejected Uncle Maori's request for the first time, and hung up the phone directly using his busy excuse.

"Moximosi? Officer Mumu?" Uncle Maori hung up after the unsuccessful attempt to call, still feeling a little heavy. "The reaction of Officer Mumu this time is nothing like normal. I feel behind the scenes. There must be something that cannot be said."

When the police officer on the other end of the phone hung up, his face was different from the usual good-looking person, but he was very serious. He turned his head and said to Shiratori next to him: "Brother Shiratori, listen carefully, this One thing is a secret between the two of us. You must not tell anyone else, you know?"

Shiratori naturally knows the severity, he nodded and replied, "Yes."

....

In a luxuriously decorated independent office, a middle-aged man in a suit sitting on a leather seat with a straight, long beard and wearing a suit, watched the news broadcast on the TV about the police officer's attack last night, his face gradually sinking. , He turned to look at the lighter in his hand.

The lighter has fine workmanship, with a silver-grey main body and champagne gold edges. What is eye-catching is the black word "T.JINNO" on the lighter.

On the man's desk, there was a document that had been opened up, with the man's name and position written on it. The man was the head of the Criminal Department, and his name was Odagiri Toshiro.

....

At sunset, the setting sun has a faint orange color.

Uncle Maori and his group came to the Mihua Sun Plaza Hotel and were invited to attend the wedding celebration held by Sister Shiratori.

In the past few days, there was an incident of assault on the police, funeral and popular incidents, which made Uncle Maori muttered and complained.

In this regard, Shiratori’s sister Shiratori Sharo couldn’t help. The banquet was set a month ago. It just happened to happen that something happened recently. It was very troublesome to change the time, and this time it was just a celebration. Yes, it is not a wedding ceremony so there is no time to change.