[Conan] He is always on the front line of seeking death.

Wang Ziyu spent these weeks in the ocean of knowledge.

Then a chicken coop was built...

Until today when having breakfast, Zhu Fu Jingguang handed Wang Ziyu a marked newspaper.

"There have been five consecutive arson cases during this period." Wang Ziyu opened the newspaper and raised his eyebrows when he saw the title inside, looking at the black oil pen to outline the location of the arson case.

"Are you familiar with these places?" Wang Ziyu looked up from the newspaper and asked Zhufu Jingguang who put down his bowls and chopsticks.

"unfamiliar."

"Okay... why do you think the arsonists are in these places?" Wang Ziyu took out a map of Tokyo from the side and started thinking quickly.

Why in this place?

There is no pattern in the places where arson occurs. Circle the five fire locations on the map and list them in order. Ikebukuro, Asakusabashi, Tabata, Kitazawa, Yotsuya...

What is the order...

The two picked up the white paper on the table and connected the lines in order. Half an hour later I got a mess of graphics on the table.

It's very similar to a student doing a certain junior high school math problem. All the points are not repeated, and how many lines can be connected in total.

Still a scumbag who doesn’t apply formulas!

Wang Ziyu covered his face: "..."

Zhu Fu Jingguang: "..."

Wang Ziyu stared at the dense graphics on the table, ignoring the complaints in his mind and trying to find information. He always felt that something was wrong. He said helplessly: "Ajing, did you find anything?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang: "Serial arson cases follow a certain order. The location of each arson attack is near the station. I think the graphics are familiar. Do you have any impressions?"

"station?"

Wang Ziyu suddenly stopped knocking on the table and listened carefully as he thought of something. Zhu Fu Jingguang continued to talk and didn't wait for Wang Ziyu's reply until a while later.

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked away from the graphics and turned his head to look at Wang Ziyu.

"Fire?" There was only one word, Wang Ziyu's voice was a little strange, he stood up and lay on the table, reaching for the map in the middle of the table with his hand. In the place where the fire is quite close, use a black oil pen to outline a spot on the lower right side.

——Shinagawa

Zhufu Jingguang looked at this place with some eyebrows and asked, "Why is it Shinagawa Station?"

Wang Ziyu rolled his eyes and did not answer. He used a pen to emphasize the locations of the first and second fires, Ikebukuro and Asakusa Bridge, on the white paper. Tabata and Kitazawa on the third and fourth courses are connected with a line, and Yotsuya on the fifth course is connected with Shinagawa on the Oji Tamago circle.

"That's it."

Wang Ziyu stopped writing and the two of them sat on chairs. Wang Ziyu looked at the Chinese character for fire on the map and said, "Judging from the locations of consecutive arson attacks, this is the next place most related to fire."

Zhu Fu Jingguang: "The next step is to lock the target. It all happens at night, and surveillance on the street may not be able to clearly see the appearance of the prisoner."

"I will always find the information. I will look for it from the police network later." Wang Ziyu stretched his waist.

Zhu Fu Jingguang: "..."

About half an hour later, Wang Ziyu ran down the stairs with tea in one hand and threw the car keys to Zhu Fu Jingguang with the other.

"We have information! It's at the Metropolitan Police Department!"

Wang Ziyu put down the tea leaves angrily and ran back upstairs to get the adults' clothes and disguise materials.

Zhu Fu Jingguang: "..."

Zhu Fu Jingguang stood up helplessly, picked up the tea leaves on the table, and walked to the kitchen to boil a pot of water.

While the water was boiling, Wang Ziyu found the information of a police officer in the Metropolitan Police Department who specializes in portrait painting from his computer, and saved the police officer's appearance and his voice.

While learning this person's information, make it based on the pictures on the computer.

This time Miyano Akemi clearly saw how fast Wang Ziyu was making disguises, so she gave up the idea of ​​going out and stayed here to look after the house.

Zhu Fu Jingguang packed up his equipment, returned to the kitchen and unplugged the power, skillfully put a pinch of tea leaves in the thermos cup and poured hot water.

After making the mask and importing the information into his mobile phone, Wang Ziyu closed the computer, changed his clothes and went out with Zhu Fu Jingguang.

Along the way, Wang Ziyu sat in the front row and watched the computer. The young detective team he had met not long ago was under surveillance.

There may not be enough time.

Wang Ziyu looked calmly at the crowded road ahead.

With a sigh, Wang Ziyu unbuckled his seat belt, got into the back seat, dug out the thermos cup in his backpack, and drank it all in one go.

Zhu Fu Jingguang drove the car and glanced at the rearview mirror from time to time. He could see the arms exposed behind the seat that had become the thickness of an adult. Wang Ziyu was stuck in the gap in the back seat. He stared at the sky with his eyes wide open and his wrists resting on his head.

...It really hurts. The black organizations should go to hell.

Wang Ziyu closed his eyes irritably, turned his head to the left, waved his hand, and put it on the backpack on his right.

Wang Ziyu took a moment to change clothes, put on a mask, and picked up the computer on the front seat.

As a result, everyone in the surveillance room was gone.

Wang Ziyu: "..."

Zhu Fu Jingguang turned a corner and let the car drive onto the road on the right: "Where to go next?"

Wang Ziyu felt his headache getting worse and leaned on his seat, "Let's go to Shinagawa. I'll check the surveillance video."

half an hour later

Zhufu Jingguang parked the car in an unmonitored alley in the distance and left. Wang Ziyu met Officer Sato not far away.

Wang Ziyu: "..."

By chance, Officer Sato turned around and said, "Officer Shikawa?!"

Wang Ziyu glanced deeply at Officer Sato, and then helplessly continued to pretend to have a cold and called in sick for Officer Zhikawa, "Good afternoon...Officer Sato."

"Are you... recovered from the cold?" Officer Sato's eyes lit up.

"It turns out that I look weak because I have a cold." Several children came over on the road on the right, and one of them, Gentai, said loudly.

It attracted the attention of some passers-by, and then their eyes fell on Wang Ziyu.

Wang Ziyu, who was forced to catch a cold: "..."

"Mr. Zhichuan, let's draw the prisoner's portrait. The witness happened to be there too." A male voice sounded from the side, and Wang Ziyu turned to look. Takagi Wataru led Ayumi from the Junior Detective Team and said seriously.

It turns out that the prisoner's portrait hasn't been drawn yet?

Wang Ziyu smiled bitterly and said, "Did you bring paper and pen?"

Officer Sato returned to the car and took out a large blank sheet of paper, and smiled sheepishly at Wang Ziyu. There are still torn marks on the book. Upon closer inspection, a piece of white paper was revealed in Officer Sato's pocket.

Wang Ziyu took the blank paper and pen, then turned his head, and the witness disappeared. Ayumi was attracted by Officer Sato's wish fulfillment.

"I want PRADA's latest leather bag." A cold girl's voice sounded from the front. Wang Ziyu looked up and smiled.

Both sisters like to go shopping, and they will never forget it even when they are younger.

Wang Ziyu's peripheral vision was focused on Hui Yuan Ai, and he looked at this woman quietly. The body is recovering well and there are no signs of injury.

Then Wang Ziyu focused on the four people who appeared, who seemed to be people known to Officer Sato.

"What? Someone found a suspicious person who looks like an arsonist?!"

Wang Ziyu paused in drawing, then raised his head and looked ahead under Ayumi's doubtful eyes.

"What's wrong, Officer Shikawa?" Ayumi stopped describing the prisoner and asked.

"It's okay, cough, just a little bit cold, please continue." Wang Ziyu covered his mouth, coughed twice, and secretly wrote down the internal information.

The Shiratori Police Department listened to the voice on the phone in shock. He closed the phone and turned around and shouted to Takagi, "...That's the way it is, let's go Takagi!"

"Yes!"

Watching the vehicle in which Takagi was riding leave, Haihara Ai asked doubtfully, "Why do you need to bring a gun to arrest an arsonist?"

Conan nodded and said, "Besides, Detective Takagi is also in the Criminal Investigation Division, so why should he handle the arson case?"

There was definitely something inside that he didn't see.

"Because a stabbed body was found near the scene of the fourth arson case. Although there is no definite evidence, the deceased may have been killed because he witnessed the gangsters setting fire or to stop them... This is why we went out!"

"So you must never leave my side." After speaking in one breath, Officer Sato said while looking at the children.

"Oh, I understand." The Young Detective Team responded seriously.

Suddenly remembering something, Ayumi looked back and immediately said to Officer Sato: "The officer who painted just now is gone! The painting is still in his hand!"

"Eh? Is Mr. Yashikawa gone?" Officer Sato was stunned, then walked around and found that Mr. Yashikawa was really gone.

"The painting hasn't been left yet!"

Wang Ziyu didn't care about this, walked around two streets and took a taxi, opened the door and said to the driver: "Go to Shinagawa Sixth Street."

After getting out of the car, Wang Ziyu walked steadily along the road, and then suddenly turned into an alley. A man carrying a big bag behind him adjusted his hat and turned in. At the first corner inside, I saw Wang Ziyu, leaning against the wall and looking at him with amusement.

man:"……"

The man was speechless for a while, then took out the computer from his backpack and handed it to Wang Ziyu, "Have you found the prisoner?"

When he opened his mouth, it was Zhu Fu Jingguang's voice.

"Well, it looks like this." Wang Ziyu took the computer and handed Zhu Fu Jingguang a piece of paper with drawings on it.

Zhu Fu Jingguang took it and opened it to see, what a good guy.

Simple drawing!

Zhu Fu Jingguang's eyebrows twitched fiercely.

"Hey, I didn't know they didn't paint the portrait, but the location is confirmed, right here on Sixth Street." Wang Ziyu said helplessly.

He can draw parts, but not people.

If they see Wang Ziyu's paintings, it will be a matter of time before their identity is exposed.

"There are warehouses around here, let's go separately."

It was getting dark. The two of them left the dark and damp alley, and then saw a row of police cars whizzing past.

The two of them looked up at the direction of the police car and continued to look for traces of the criminal on Shinagawa Sixth Street. After all, there were not many people wearing that kind of clothes in this kind of weather.

As Wang Ziyu walked on the road, he felt that he had forgotten something. It was basically impossible for two people to search all the alleys of Sixth Street to find the arsonist. Maybe when they entered the alley on the left, the prisoner went out on the right.

The mobile phone in Wang Ziyu's clothes vibrated, and a message came in.

[The location of each arson attack was near the station. ]

Before Wang Ziyu could put down her phone to confirm her location, another message came from the other side.

[Turn around, you're going the wrong way. ]

Wang Ziyu: "..."

Wang Ziyu put down his cell phone and walked back, then turned a corner into an alley and ran back with gritted teeth.

What a shame!

It was obviously me who painted Shinagawa Station in the morning!

It wasn't until Wang Ziyu was running that his breath was unsteady that he suddenly smelled a burning smell in the air.

The speed slowed down, and finally stopped, watching the next turn warily. It was a little far away, but it was the sound of children. They had encountered an arsonist, and they were running in the opposite direction.

"Ayumi!"

Wang Ziyu caught up and saw the prisoner grabbing Ayumi. Wang Ziyu's pupils shrank and he flew the three hypnotic needles hidden in his wrist towards the arsonist.

"Hey! Where should the garbage be thrown?"

On the other side, a cold girl's voice sounded from the right corner perpendicular to the alley. Haihara Ai looked at the arsonist and smiled.

Three silver lights flashed across and struck the arsonist instantly. The arsonist suddenly fell forward and lay on the ground in confusion, avoiding the flying trash can.

The smiles on the lips of Conan and Haihara Ai suddenly froze.

It wasn't until he was sure that the arsonist was unconscious that he went over to take a look. Wang Ziyu also disappeared, leaving only an empty alley.

Conan looked at the empty alley.

"who's that person?"

Wang Ziyu was walking on the road and went to the crime scene to take a look. Just as he was about to leave, he heard the sound of burning inside the warehouse.

Is there anyone else inside?

Wang Ziyu took a closer look and saw that there were handcuffs on the iron window of the warehouse.

Takagi Wataru woke up from a coma and saw a sea of ​​fire. Just as he was about to leave, he found himself trapped in handcuffs. Originally, the penis was still in the clothes, but when he was about to untie the chain, he suddenly stopped. It was left by Sato's father...

Officer Takagi tried hard to break open the iron window, but he couldn't do it and the iron window was still stuck there. Just when Takagi Wataru used his last strength to break open the iron window, a big hammer appeared in the picture in his eyes. He knocked on the iron window with a "Dang!" sound and smashed the iron window out.

The inertia brought about almost brought Officer Takagi into the sea of ​​​​fire.

However, he immediately recovered and was pulled out of the sea of ​​​​fire through the window.

Officer Takagi held the iron window for a while. He had spent too much energy just now. He panted and looked up. It was Mr. Shikawa who was painting. "Officer Shikawa? You are so strong!"

"It's not bad." Wang Ziyu replied in Mr. Zhichuan's accent.

"What's okay? Your hammer was so powerful just now!" Officer Takagi chatted with a smile, still holding the iron window.

Wang Ziyu glanced at the bars and said: "The arsonist has been caught. Officer Sato and the others are turning right in front and going straight on the street. I'm going to leave first. Please help me."

"Okay, you go and do your work first." Officer Takagi left without noticing anything unusual and walked towards the street.

Before leaving, Wang Ziyu glanced at Officer Takagi.

A young man in love.

Wang Ziyu covered his mouth and yawned, walked around the burning warehouse, and walked to the other side to meet Zhu Fu Jingguang. The two changed their disguises and clothes, threw them into the fire, and walked together on the dark road.

There was basically no light on the unmonitored roads on the road. The two of them walked side by side without talking, just walking quietly.

At one o'clock in the morning, a black car finally left Shinagawa.

At three o'clock in the morning, the sky was pitch black.

Zhu Fu Jingguang drove slowly, parked the car in the garage, and looked up in the rearview mirror. After becoming smaller, Wang Ziyu huddled in the clothes of an adult, fastened her seat belt and fell asleep quietly.