Conan: Naruto

"It's the bikers we met on the way to the former residence of Miss Hui's parents!"

Dongfang Haoyue looked at Police Officer Mumu cutely.

"Yes."

Kudo Shin-kan looked at the sketch book handed to Mouri Kogoro by police officer Megure, and analyzed it with reason:

"Although the middle-aged man who was driving a car at high speed was wearing sunglasses, his hairstyle and chin were exactly the same as the man in the painting who didn't wear sunglasses."

"Hearing you say that..."

Xiaolan stood on the right side of Mori Kogoro mysteriously, looked down at the sketch pinched by Kogoro's right hand, recalled and approved:

"The man in the painting is really a bit like him."

"About what time did you see him?"

Police officer Mumu looked at Xiaolan's family seriously.

Mori Kogoro looked at Mu Mu, and replied calmly:

"About 10 minutes before we arrived at the former residence of Xiaohui's parents, the narrow alley at the sighting site was less than 600 meters away from the former residence of Xiaohui's parents."

"So... Maybe that middle-aged man ran into you halfway after loading the bomb and fled in a hurry."

Police officer Mumu lowered his head slightly, stared at the sketch, thought for a while, looked up at Xiaolan's family, and asked calmly:

"Do you remember his license plate number?"

"I remember!"

Kudo Shinichi, who has amazing observation skills, looked at Police Officer Megure and innocently told the model and license plate number of the red car.

"very good!"

Police officer Mumu was in high spirits, took the sketch book handed over by Mori Kogoro, and solemnly promised:

"I'm sending people to search now, you..."

Police officer Mu Mu hadn't finished speaking.

"Sorry to bother you, where is Xiaohui?"

A middle-aged man wearing a gray coat, light green lining, and a light brown tie stood outside the gate of Megumi Tanaka's ward.

The man looked at the policeman on guard in front of him, clenched his fists and put them in front of his waist, and asked anxiously:

"How is my wife Xiaohui now?"

"Hello."

Officer Mu Mu turned to look at the man in gray, and confirmed calmly:

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Kazuo Sakihara?"

"Yes, it's me."

The man in gray, Kazuo Sakihara was slightly taken aback, then turned to look at Police Officer Megure, and explained in a hurry:

"The police called and told me ... my wife had been bombed in a car."

Kazuo Sakihara paused for a second, and asked anxiously:

"My wife, Xiaohui..."

"Please rest assured that although your wife was slightly injured, her life is absolutely not in danger."

Officer Megure walked up to Kazuo Sakihara with steady steps, and gently comforted Sakihara.

"what?"

Kazuo Sakihara was taken aback and exclaimed involuntarily.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi stood on the left of Police Officer Megure, stared at Sakihara intently, and thought carefully in their hearts:

"His behavior was unusual and may have been involved in this murder case."

"but......"

Officer Mu Mu hesitated for a moment, then shook his head slowly, and revealed heavily:

"Your wife's sister has unfortunately passed away."

"what?!"

Kazuo Sakihara's pupils dilated and he was extremely shocked.

He trembled in disbelief:

"Beautiful...beautiful to her..."

"what?"

Xiaolan stood on the right side of Mori Kogoro on the right side of Police Officer Megure, looking at Kazuo Sakihara in surprise, not quite understanding why Sakihara's reaction to hearing his wife's sister's death was stronger than hearing his wife's death.

Dongfang Haoyue, Kudo Shinichi and Kogoro narrowed their eyes slightly, and looked at Qi Yuan without saying a word.

"Um, no, Miss Hiromi..."

Kazuo Sakihara tried his best to regain his senses, adjusted his tie with his right hand, glanced at the white tiles on the lower left, lowered his right hand, looked at Police Officer Megure, and asked calmly:

"Why did she..."

"The prisoner planted a bomb in Miss Hui's car."

Police officer Megure stared at Kazuo Sakihara intently, and narrated steadily:

"Miss Kuanmei unfortunately encountered an explosion in order to help Miss Hui drive."

"Huh...huh..."

Kazuo Sakihara took two deep breaths, his expression tensed, and he did not speak.

"Mr. Sakihara."

Police Officer Megure held the sketch book in the middle of both sides with both hands and placed it on his chest, showed the suspect's sketch in front of Kazuo Sakihara, and asked seriously:

"Do you recognize the suspicious person in the painting?"

"This......"

Kazuo Sakihara leaned forward slightly, looking down at the sketch.

In the next second, he suddenly saw the appearance of the middle-aged man in the painting, his pupils trembled slightly, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and face, and his expression was slightly frightened.

Police officer Meguro stared at Kazuo Sakihara sharply, and interrogated him relentlessly:

"Have you seen him?"

"Uh, no."

Kazuo Sakihara's eyes flicked to the blue wall to the left.

He avoided the direct gaze of Officer Mumu, and explained hastily:

"I haven't seen him."

"Ah."

Police officer Megure looked at Kazuo Sakihara calmly.

"Mr. Police Officer."

Kazuo Sakihara looked at Police Officer Megure, pretended to be calm and said goodbye:

"Excuse me."

As soon as the words fell, Kazuo Sakihara turned around, pressed the doorknob of Megumi Tanaka's ward, pushed open the door, walked in, and closed the door smoothly.

Police officer Mumu stared at the gate, and asserted according to the detective's intuition:

"His reaction was too suspicious."

suddenly!

"Officer Mumu!"

Detective Takagi ran to Officer Megure, looked at Megure calmly, and reported seriously:

"The investigation at the crime scene has concluded."

"Ah."

Officer Mu Mu looked at Detective Takagi, and nodded calmly and forcefully.

"Your side..."

Detective Takagi hesitated and said with concern:

"Is the portrait painting going well?"

"It went well."

Police officer Megure handed detective Takagi a sketch book, and told him solemnly:

"Brother Maori has seen the suspicious man described by Ms. Hui in the area around the crime scene."

"Great, it helps us solve the case even more."

Detective Takagi happily took the drawing book and put it on his chest, looked down at the sketch, was slightly taken aback, and recalled in surprise:

"He, he is..."

"Ok?"

Police Officer Meguro stared at Detective Takagi intently, and asked calmly:

"Brother Takagi, what did you find?"

"Ah, so it is."

Detective Takagi looked up at Officer Megure, and explained seriously:

"I saw the suspicious man in the painting in the case files of the White Bird Police Department."

"Brother Shiratori is in charge of the case?"

Police officer Mu Mu looked startled, and confirmed thoughtfully:

"He did take over the case involving Shinjuku City some time ago."