A Sorcerer in the Detective World

At 3:30 in the afternoon, the Osaka Police Headquarters.

Inside the flat office of the service department, the service department stood in front of the window and looked at the building under construction, whispered:

"Far Mountain, are you saying that the suspect who recently picked up the serial killings has finally appeared?"

"Yes." The service department was hiding next to him. Yuanshan Yinsi Lang also looked at the new building opposite. He replied, "... According to witnesses, the suspect appeared to have appeared at the Osaka University Hospital. I have sent a police officer. Go there and investigate..."

"is it?"

The service department nodded and nodded, then suddenly asked: "I said old man, you come to my office to find me, is this for this matter?"

"Of course not." Yuanshan Yinsilang shook his head and then whispered, "Limited, just now, the staff found a charred body when cleaning up the waste tunnel in the east... ”

Yuanshan Yinsilang’s words were not finished, and the eyes of the clothing department’s eyes were suddenly opened. After a few seconds, they slowly began to squat: “...the charred body...you think of thirteen years ago. Did that serial killing?"

"Yeah! In the past 13 years, as long as I heard that there is a charred body, I can't help but think of this case..." Yuanshan Yinsi Lang said softly, "...don't say me, flat, Can you forget that case?"

"How is that possible?" The service department shook his head and shook his head. Then he reached out and pointed his forehead. "That is a whole five lives! Every time I think about this case, I will feel that there are five souls here... I don't have a moment. Don't want to bring the **** murderer to justice!"

"Yeah." Yuanshan Yinshilang nodded. "I am the same."

......

More than three in the afternoon, Mihuamachi.

In a cemetery somewhere, Akai Hidei sat in front of the tombstone of Miyano Miyako, holding a can of coffee in his hand and drinking quietly.

There was a bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone. Arai showed a can of coffee in his hand. He whispered: "...beautiful, do you know? We are staring at Belmore again. The last time I accidentally let her go, This time she can't escape..."

"...and, a few days ago I met a naughty little girl and almost thought she was your sister. But her hair color is wrong, and..."

Akai Hidei thought about what happened last weekend, and his mouth twitched twice:

"...and she is too naughty! Your sister is impossible for me..."

Aizu Hidei said with a sigh of relief, then lifted his wrist and looked at the time, finished the coffee in the jar, and placed the coffee pot on the worship table in front of the tombstone:

"Sorry, Mingmei, I have to pick up my companion now, I have to leave, I have time to come back to you."

After the completion of Akai Hideyoshi, he stood up and walked a few steps with his hands. He suddenly turned his head and looked at the tombstone, whispering:

"Mingmei, if you are here, can you throw me a coffee pot?"

Arai showed off, quietly watching the coffee pot on the table, followed by a light breeze, the bouquet in front of the tombstone rolled, and the coffee pot did not move.

About a dozen seconds later, Akai Hidei pressed the hat on the lower head and slowly turned and walked outside the cemetery...

......

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Mihuamachi.

Outside the bathroom of the Rice Flower Theatre, James hangs up the phone and raises his hand to look at the watch: "Really, Xiuyi said that there is a traffic jam on the road. It takes half an hour to get there. What am I doing in this half hour?"

James groaned and looked up at the crowd in the theater hall, frowning: "...forget it, anyway, let's go out and talk about it! There are so many people here!"

James thought about it. He walked out of the theater hall and walked down the steps. After looking around for a while, he walked toward a nearby cafe.

James did not take a few steps. Suddenly, he felt that the situation was wrong. His eyes swept around and saw a large ticket holding the camera. The reporter with the microphone and the voice recorder squeezed in and surrounded him, followed by a series. The question was asked:

"Mr. Randy Hawke, how many days will you stay in Japan this time?"

"You said in the interview that all the work of the animal show has been handed over to Paul and Aini. Is it not safe to come to Japan with you this time?"

“The Animal Protectors Association says that training animals is an alternative to animals. What do you think of this?”

"About all the donations of the animal show performances, some people say that you are famous, what do you think?"

"..."

A group of reporters called "Parabala" asked James to ask a face:

"Randy Hawke? I?!"

MMP! You reporters are blind!

Randy Hawke, is he so slim and moving?

That guy is much better than me fat?

......

More than four in the afternoon, Mihuamachi.

At the entrance of the Rice Flower Grand Theatre, Shu Yunwen, Sakamoto Sumi, Lori, Conan and others came out together.

A group of little ghosts still excitedly discussed the previous wonderful performances. Shu Yunwen pinched his chin in one hand and looked down at some of the confused ones in front of him: "It’s weird! Today there is no dead... This is not scientific! ~"

Shu Yunwen’s words fell, and one was just “squeaky” and looked up at Shu Yunwen: “Hey! What is the meaning of your guy’s eyes? I am not saying it, I am not a **** of death!”

Conan spoke, and his heart was a little wrong--

In other words, when Shu Yunwen said that he would issue a life case today, he "be careful" also believed, and now there is no accident!

Um... Is this feeling a disappointment in the legend?

There was a weird thought in Conan’s mind, and then I rushed it out – not it! This should be regretted! I knew that I was betting on Shu Yunwen’s pit goods!

Conan thought in the heart, suddenly came the voice of Dr. Auntie:

"Look! The one around by the reporter, shouldn't it be Mr. Randy Hawke?"

Dr. Ayi’s words fell, and a group of little devils immediately looked at them in the past:

"Wow! He is surrounded by reporters, still a foreigner, it must be him!"

"Yes! That's right! The reporters should not admit the wrong person..."

"..."

The little devils spoke, and Shu Yunwen looked at the past with everyone's eyes. He said a little: "No! This person is not Randy Hawk!"

"Well? How do you know?" Conan strangely looked at Shu Yunwen.

Shu Yunwen swears: "I have seen Randy Hawke. He went to my office yesterday, he is much fatter than this person..."

Shu Yunwen spoke, suddenly frowned, blinked, could not help but ask:

"... In what words, how does this person look so familiar? I always feel like I have seen it somewhere..."