Conan: Nakamura-kun is forced to be almighty

What rescued the two people was the approaching sound of police sirens.

There was a knock on the door, and as expected, the person leading the door was the Memu Police Department.

Both Nakamura and Nakamura were no strangers to the Investigation Division, and the Megure Police Department did not reveal that the two were not criminal police officers, but asked them about their current progress as a matter of course.

The Mu Mu Police Department is a veteran in investigating cases. Although their reasoning skills are not very good, they are familiar with the case handling process. They quickly arranged the forensics class and the work of their subordinates, and everything became orderly.

While the forensics class was searching for evidence, the Mumu Police Department also routinely began questioning the three people selected. After two rounds of questioning, the younger college students began to complain.

The Mumu Police Department is very experienced in dealing with such situations and easily suppressed his dissatisfaction.

However, the testimony at this moment was not much different from the previous ones. The only common impression among them was that the deceased was indeed around them, but they had no impression of when she left her seat.

She is like a ghost, existing but not noticed.

Nakamura looked around and found that Kudo Shinichi had not left yet. He had been staying outside, listening intently, holding a small notebook in his hand to record something.

He looked completely serious about his apprenticeship, which was not of much help. It was completely different from Nakamura's imagination of taking advantage of the protagonist's halo.

The forensics class was very efficient, and the conclusion was the same as Nakamura's preliminary investigation. The cause of death was officially confirmed to be cyanide poisoning. The difficulty in solving the case at the scene was still to confirm the identity of the deceased.

The deceased had neither a driver's license nor any identification such as a health insurance card.

Everyone in the hotel didn't have much impression of her, as if she appeared out of thin air, and the case was at a deadlock.

There was no evidence and it was impossible to take any measures against the suspect. The three people waited for a while and then clamored to leave.

Without any evidence, it was impossible for the police to detain him for a long time.

Nakamura felt deeply that he had been cheated.

[Proficiency in Reasoning] is not a powerful skill, at least none of the labels on the people in front of me are useful to the case.

Could it be that these people really have nothing to do with this case...?

Nakamura hesitated. Could the deceased have committed suicide?

Among the cases investigated by the police, some cases where no other traces can be found at all will indeed be concluded as suicides.

This is also a point that has been criticized by the public. People always expect to find the truth and do not want to see a perfunctory way of ending a case like suicide.

Cases always seem to be more exciting when a detective is involved.

Whether it is the meticulous reasoning process or the bizarre degree of the final truth, it can greatly satisfy people's desire for exploration and curiosity.

It’s no surprise that people admire detectives more than police officers.

In fact, most of the cases handled by the police on weekdays are quite ordinary and boring.

However, when thinking from the perspective of suicide, it is also necessary to find out whether she had a motive for suicide and the source of the cyanide.

This returns to the question of the identity of the deceased.

Kudo Shinichi has read a lot of mystery novels and identified the key issues.

After thinking for a long time, he said, "Mr. Police Officer, that sister should have come in alone."

As soon as these words came out, the crowd around him immediately separated, exposing Kudo. The crowd and the police looked at him at the same time.

Now that Kudo Shinichi had opened his mouth, he was not frightened and repeated again, "When she entered the store, I happened to catch a glimpse. I had the impression that she came alone."

"Really? Boy."

"Mr. Police, maybe the tableware on that lady's table can be tested for fingerprints, right?"

This is not an oversight by Nakamura and others. After all, after the restaurant tableware is taken back, any fingerprints on it will be completely destroyed by cleaning them with detergent.

Nakamura had thought of this point Kudo raised before, but when faced with a clean table, he would naturally think that the tableware has been washed.

The Memu Police Department immediately turned to the part-time shop owner, "Have the tableware been washed?"

Nanako's face turned red, "No... not yet. I'm the only one today and I'm really too busy."

This remote noodle shop specializes in delicious food, affordable prices, and cleanliness. Otherwise, it would not have been so full at this late hour.

After the guests left, she did take advantage of the opportunity to put all the tableware into the kitchen.

Normally, the owner and his family would be there, so someone would help and clean things immediately. But today, she was unexpectedly left alone. She focused on making ramen first, and the tableware couldn't be cleaned in time.

The Mumu Police Department immediately ordered the Forensics Section to examine the tableware, and the crowd who wanted to leave stayed after seeing that there was a breakthrough.

As long as you are not a suspect in the cases happening around you, you will still be curious about the truth.

Naturally, the previous suspects also stayed, perhaps out of courage, or perhaps to prove their innocence.

The programmers and white-collar workers who passed by were fine. They were not here usually. The college student who lived here still had to live here. It would be really bad if someone spread some rumors.

The part-time shop owner followed into the kitchen and helped identify the tableware that had been put away.

Stacked high together, there are more than a dozen sets of tableware, and the inspection work is not small.

Fortunately, the part-time shop owner collects the tableware in order of location, and he has some impression of the stacking position of the tableware there, which greatly reduces the workload.

The members of the forensics class have a direction and their efficiency is not low.

In less than half an hour, the woman's tableware was found based on fingerprints. It only had the fingerprints of the woman and the part-time shop owner. There was still a little lipstick residue on the spoon. The examination confirmed that it belonged to the deceased alone.

There were no traces of drugs on the cutlery either.

The fingerprints were relatively complete and there were no traces of wiping, which meant that the deceased was the only one at the table from beginning to end. She indeed had no companions and came alone.

Under normal circumstances, as long as the murderer does not attack indiscriminately and kill people at will, the case can be closed as suicide.

As a precaution, the Mumu Police Department still persuaded the suspect to arrange for police officers of the same gender to check the accompanying items. No abnormalities were found and the case was closed as a suicide.

Hearing this result, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. It was great that there were no such vicious criminals.

The diners dispersed one after another, and the police took away the body of the deceased.

After collecting all the important evidence at the scene, the Megure Police Department also retreated with members of the search section.

In the end, only Hagiwara, Nakamura and Kudo Shinichi, who had just received praise from the police department and were in a good mood, were left in place.

The part-time shop owner also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the matter was resolved satisfactorily. It was unbearable for her to face such a thing when she was left alone to look after the shop.

If something went wrong in the store, she wouldn't be able to afford the loss. Being able to close the case on the spot is the best result.

"Let's go back too," Hagiwara patted Kudo's head naturally, "By the way, where do you kid live?"

In Kudo Shinichi's memory, after he was seven years old, his family never made the head-touching gesture commonly used for children, and he took a step back uncomfortably.

"Mika Town 2-chome, I can go back by myself, Mr. Police Officer."

Nakamura and the two said in unison: "No!"

"You don't need to call us Mr. Police Officer, just name it. My name is Nakamura Yuta, and this is my colleague Hagiwara Kenji."

"My name is Kudo Shinichi, you can just call me Shinichi, Mr. Nakamura, Mr. Hagiwara."

"Very well, let's take you home first, Shinichi."

Hagiwara touched Kudo's head skillfully again and pressed down on the small knob, but it had no effect.

Kudo was slightly annoyed, but his upbringing prevented him from saying anything outrageous, "Mr. Hagiwara, I am no longer a child!"

"Really? You're just a teenager. By the way, I remembered."

"what?"

"Have we seen that time when you kicked the water pipe? There was a little girl traveling with you at the time, and you actually made her cry."

When Kudo Shinichi heard this, he suddenly realized, "He was the big brother who played baseball at that time."

"It's me." Hagiwara smiled and winked at him.

The relationship between the two instantly became closer.

The two adults naturally couldn't let a ten-year-old child walk alone at night, so they sent him back with a smile.

On the way, they also learned the reason why Kudo came alone.

Today, his father, Mr. Kudo Yusaku, is going on a long trip to find inspiration for writing, and his mother is also taken there.

Kudo Shinichi, who was only ten years old, had to rely on his own efforts and came to a ramen restaurant not too far from home to find food.

"Mr. Hagiwara, is this case really a suicide?"

"Not surprisingly, it should be. After all, there are indeed no acquaintances of her around, but our police will investigate further."

Nakamura added: "The police station has a complete household registration management and facial recognition system. As long as the household registration information is entered, it can be found. Her original family members will definitely be found, and the follow-up will be handled appropriately."

"Ok."

Kudo Shinichi was curious about the truth, but he also understood that he was too young to make too many demands.

Nakamura felt that it was necessary to establish a good relationship with the protagonist, and said: "I can tell you the results, but I have a condition."

Hagiwara took it smoothly.

"You are still young. You are not allowed to run into the crime scene without authorization and play detective games. At least wait until you have enough knowledge to protect yourself."

During the short conversation, Hagiwara's observation ability naturally found that the child in front of him was very smart and addicted to reasoning, so he would give a logical advice.

Kudo Shinichi felt bad for a moment, but he was not the kind of child who did not know what to do, so he said sadly: "Okay."

"Reasoning is not a simple matter. You must obtain sufficient evidence and cannot just talk."

"Yes, words are like swords, so be careful."

"Hi hi, got it."

Kudo Shinichi's budding recklessness was wilted before it could grow vigorously.

In fact, if the same words were said by Uncle Maori, he might not react much.

If it were his father Kudo Yusaku, he would definitely listen. However, the education Kudo Yusaku pursues is experiential education.

Let the child experience and understand on his own, and then provide guidance and encouragement when he is frustrated.

Kudo Yusaku believed in his child and was unwilling to suppress his nature, which allowed Kudo Shinichi to flourish freely.

These words were spoken by the police officer who looked relatively reliable, but Kudo Shinichi couldn't help but remember them.

Hagiwara himself grew up in a family with a relaxed atmosphere, and he understands the advantages of such a child and where he is likely to hit a wall.

Perhaps it was due to the chance encounter in the police academy, or perhaps he discovered that Nakamura paid special attention to this child, so he couldn't help but say a few more words.

It was rare for Kudo Shinichi to be treated like a child by an adult. He was a little awkward at first, but later he felt warm in his heart.

He made up his mind that if he had the opportunity in the future, he could spend more time with the two police officers. This would actually be beneficial to his subsequent reasoning work.

The ramen shop is indeed not far from Kudo's house in 2-chome, and he arrived unknowingly during the conversation.

Kudo Shinichi tiptoed and opened the door of his house, "This is my house. Do you want to come in and have a cup of tea?"

"It still doesn't work, we..."

A sudden loud noise interrupted Hagiwara's words.

The two men, one big and one small, looked towards the sound at the same time.

Accompanied by the sound of jingling bells, a stout middle-aged man struggled to crawl out.

Kudo Shinichi ran over quickly.

"Doctor, what did you do again?"

"It's Shinichi, testing out my new invention, clang clang clang - this is it."

Kudo tried his best to help Dr. Ari get up from the ground, "It exploded, and I'm still looking at your invention. Is this a house that you don't care about at all?"

Only then did Dr. Ali look at his home.

As soon as he raised his head, his sight was blocked by the police uniform, "Eh--? Are you?"

Nakamura helped Dr. Agasa up with a friendly hand, "I am Yuta Nakamura, please give me your advice."

Hagiwara caught a stone thrown by the blast, "What are you doing? It's too dangerous."

Dr. A Li has now clearly seen the two young police officers in uniform.

"I'm testing my new invention. I'm Dr. Ali. Please give me your advice."

He stretched out his hand and was about to shake Nakamura's hand. When he saw his hand covered with dirt, he quickly retracted it and showed an awkward smile, "I'm sorry."

After a brief conversation, Kudo took Dr. Agasa back to his home. Faced with this unexpected situation, Hagiwara and the two had to stay temporarily to help deal with it.

Entering Kudo's house, walking through the long atrium, they came into view of a hall that looked like a small library, making the two of them stunned.

"Shinichi, these books?"

"Those are all collected by my father. You can sit wherever you like."

Kudo found a small medical kit with familiarity, pressed Dr. Agasa on the chair, and was about to clean the gravel on his palms.

Seeing his smooth movements, Hagiwara wondered, "Isn't this Mr. Agasa often injured?"

"I make some weird inventions every day, and the house is often bombed and needs to be repaired. I must be injured once or twice a month."

"Hehe... I'm sorry, Shinichi, thank you for your hard work."

"Mr. Agasa, doesn't he have his own family?" Nakamura stepped forward, "Let me help clean up."

Dr. A Li was generous and generous, "I am currently single and living alone. Fortunately, Shinichi often helps me bandage."

Shinichi complained: "Thanks to the doctor, I can handle ordinary minor injuries on my own at the age of six or seven."

Hagiwara and Nakamura immediately laughed, "Sorry, sorry."

Dr. A Li immediately said, "But my invention can really make money. For example, the shrinking glider currently being tested. If it succeeds, you can fly freely in the sky."

Kudo Shinichi, a child, habitually echoed Dr. Agasa's heroic words.

Nakamura and Hagiwara, two on-duty policemen, were immediately alert, "Wait a minute, Mr. Agasa, let's not talk about whether the hang glider is safe, what is the altitude, what is the endurance, etc. There is air traffic control. Is it filed with the bureau?”

Dr. A Li looked at the two people with a blank expression.

Nakamura understood instantly, "Could it be...no?"

Hagiwara immediately asked, "Are other molded inventions registered?"

Dr. A Li immediately said: "Yes, all sold have been registered."

"That is, there are some that have not been sold and that have not been registered."

Dr. A Li fell silent for a moment.

He completes his inventions and creations independently. He starts making them as soon as he has an idea. After making them, he sells them to companies in the circle for distribution or regular customers. There are some small inventions that he really didn't consider.

"Does the toy that the doctor gave me before also need to be registered?"

This toy is a portable voice changer with only a few fixed voice lines. After playing with it a few times, Kudo Shinichi lost interest and put it in a corner to gather dust.

After Hagiwara came over to try it out, he found that there were only four fixed voices: adults and men, children, and the elderly.

The voice produced by this voice changer is very realistic and different from the inferior quality of ordinary voice changers on the market.

Hagiwara also tried to call Nakamura on his mobile phone, and the loli sound coming from the receiver sounded like a real little girl.

"Hiss... Mr. A Li, is this voice changer sold?"

Dr. A Li's eyes darted around, "It seems... I gave away a few of them, but they probably didn't sell them."

He made many inventions, large and small, and sometimes the products he made out of sudden inspiration were piled randomly in the corner of the research room without him caring about them.

Occasionally when selling products, some tricky companies would ask for tips, and they might actually give a few. To be honest, he was not impressed.

Hagiwara and Nakamura looked at each other.

"Mr. A Li, you may have to come with us."

Dr. A Li was stunned for a moment and exclaimed, "Eh-?!"