Corpse collector in Conan

Thinking of the increasingly subtle relationship between his group of FBI and the local police, James couldn't help but feel dizzy: "This is not the same environment as I expected... Forget it, the matter has come to this, we can only try to save it."

…

Not long after the three backbones returned to the base, other FBI agents also rushed back one after another.

The experienced detectives acted in an orderly manner. Some of them found a place to lock up the men in black who had finally been caught, while others entered the living room.

James looked at them and remembered that they were the subordinates who were sent to find the bullet casings: "Did you pick them all up?"

A few people nodded proudly. Just after they finished nodding, they looked at the other nodding companions and were stunned for a moment, as if they were both at a loss.

"?" Judy keenly saw something was wrong. Thinking that these people had just walked around Uzo's stage, she asked warily, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." One of the strong men raised his elbow and bumped into the colleague next to him, half teasing and half complaining, "I worked hard to pick up more than a dozen bullet casings in the dark. Why are you so proud? I don't know. I thought you picked these up.”

"Ah?" The colleague was startled for a moment, and then looked back with a look that said, "I didn't expect you to be such a person." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick plastic bag.

The colleague threw the bag containing more than a dozen bullet casings on the coffee table and muttered: "I obviously picked it up, why did it become a scam?"

The strong man was stunned: "You... you stole my bullet casing?!"

He subconsciously touched his pocket, but felt something bulging. He reached out and took it out suspiciously, and with a clatter, a plastic bag filled with many bullet casings appeared in front of everyone - there was nothing missing.

You two looked at me, I looked at you, then looked down at the two plastic bags full of things, with a confused expression on their faces: "?"

The other two colleagues who were sent to pick up the bullet casings were also stunned. After two seconds, they began to dig into their pockets blankly... and then took out the same thing.

James: "...?"

Akai Shuichi: "..."

Judy: "..."

Judy rushed forward in confusion, took their bags and poured out the shells. She soon saw the problem: "The models are different, this one is the same, and this one, hiss, this is a shell from many years ago. It’s all so rusty...whose bullet casing did you pick up?”

"I, I don't know either." The FBI agent scratched his head, a little aggrieved, "It was so dark, so I quickly picked it up when I saw something with a similar shape... I never thought there were other bullet casings there. "

Several other people nodded quickly, obviously having the same idea.

One of them suddenly realized: "No wonder. Before I rushed to the scene, I thought this was an impossible task, but who knew that when I looked for it at the approximate location, I actually touched two of them in succession.

"Then I followed my intuition and touched in a random direction, and quickly found all the bullet casings. At that time, I thought that I was so lucky today, that I was possessed by the goddess of luck. But now, alas..."

Judy: "..."

She didn't know whether Lady Luck was coming. All she knew was that she had a new appreciation for the concentration of outlaws in Tokyo. Looking back at the time when he had just arrived here and knew nothing about the environment, the young FBI agent couldn't help but sigh, and was very grateful that he was not suddenly shot twice by passers-by for no apparent reason.

James didn't expect that things would turn out like this. He sighed: "Let's first look for which bullet casings are ours."

Several people stepped forward, poured out all four bags of bullet casings, and pieced them together to find what belonged to Shuichi Akai.

Here comes the bad news: "A few are missing."

But there seems to be good news.

James took a deep breath and tried to be optimistic: "There are so many bullet casings sleeping in the park, which shows that their police did not pay attention to them. In this case, it is not obvious that Shuichi's bullets are mixed in."

Judy nodded: "I just watched the video uploaded by the onlookers. Fortunately, due to the sudden incident and the obstruction of the sports car, no one took pictures of the shooting. All they took were pictures of the show. With a parachute, uh..."

Judy came back to her senses, coughed, and got to the point abruptly: "Since the police don't know that anyone was shooting, they won't deliberately investigate the bullet casings. To say the least, even if they did, there are so many types of bullet casings..."

She looked at the pile of things on the coffee table with complicated emotions: "They may not be able to find us so quickly. By the time they come to the door, we will definitely have asked for what we need from these people in black. We don't have to worry about spending too much time." I spent a lot of time with the police.”

"This is the only choice for now." Shuichi Akai turned on the TV, pressed the remote control several times, and finally stopped at the local news station.

Sure enough, what happened just now has appeared on the screen, and a well-known reporter is passionately broadcasting it live.

"..."

After watching in silence for a while, forcing himself to listen to some nonsensical analysis, Akai Shuichi silently pressed the shutdown button.

Then he turned around and said calmly, amidst the complicated looks of sympathy or weirdness from his colleagues: "Don't go looking for bullet casings recently. Based on my understanding of that person, he has probably used the topic to play out one set of scripts after another. Just wait. We threw ourselves into a trap.”

Several FBI agents who had helped him breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this, and looked at him with slightly softened eyes.

Judy was not too entangled in this. She set her sights on longer-term matters: "Now that we have caught those men in black, we hope to get enough useful information from them."

Akai Shuichi was not optimistic when he thought of the great help of a certain phantom thief in the process of arresting people.

Anyway, those men in black were already being interrogated by their colleagues, so he simply skipped this step and talked about his future plans - this was the result of his painful experience and thinking on the way back.

Akai Shuichi looked around at everyone present: "Recently, we have been attracted too much attention by Uzo, but have ignored the original focus."

Colleagues were confused: "The original point?"

Akai Shuichi: "What did we come to Tokyo for in the first place?"

James twirled his pale beard and felt that the question was inexplicable, but he still answered politely: "Investigating the black organization?"

After Judy was reminded, she suddenly remembered. A figure who had the hatred of killing her father appeared in her mind: "Belmod!"

"That's right." Akai Shu nodded, "During this period, we have been attracted too much attention by 'that person', but we have ignored the original focus.