Conan: Nakamura-kun is forced to be almighty

He no longer wanted to worry about the plot points and was going to directly find the hidden bomber.

This man is hiding behind the scenes and is too threatening. It is too dangerous to keep following his pace.

As for the energy required to destroy the plot points, the worst possible thing is to continue to do "Tsukuyomi" to repay it.

"No. 3, search for the bomber's location with all your strength. I will send him directly to prison."

No. 3 didn't object, "Copy that."

No. 3's voice was as usual, without any fluctuation, which calmed Nakamura's agitated heart a little.

Ito asked: "Officer Nakamura, what should we do next?"

"Ito-san, go to the original site of Shiroji Pharmaceutical Factory to confirm the authenticity of Kinoshita Takashi's confession."

"Hi."

Ito ordered two small police officers to leave.

Nakamura left the Metropolitan Police Department alone to prepare for a private operation.

No. 3's scanning operation was invisible to others, and it was really troublesome to have someone follow him and have to explain too many things.

No. 3 directly used the unnotified number and email on Kinoshita's mobile phone to conduct anti-tracking.

"Nakamura-kun, the signal of the unnotified number cannot be found at all. There is a high probability that the signal card has been pulled out of the phone and thrown away."

"Is there no other way to locate it?"

"I can check the emails received and sent by that card from the operator's server."

"Give me a copy of all those emails."

"Transferred to your phone."

"OK."

Nakamura opened his phone to check his emails and found that there were not many emails. Except for the email sent to Kinoshita Takashi, there were only four emails left, the earliest one on February 2th.

The recipient's email address is Ammunition Shop, and the content of the email is the transaction content for purchasing ammunition.

The remaining three letters are about price negotiation and confirmation of transaction location.

The transaction address they agreed upon was the B207 container at the Cupidomachi pier, and the transaction time was at 2pm on February 8.

Seeing the address, Nakamura immediately calculated it.

If I remember correctly, there was a safe house in Rikar, Room B203, which was very close to this container.

Coincidentally, Rikar returned to China a week ago and happened to stay in that safe house on the evening of February 2.

On the afternoon of February 2, Nakamura played Ricard to attend a nearby mission meeting.

On February 2, Nakamura entered Rikar's body at 8 pm and found that he could not move. The location was the safe house at the pier.

The trading time was at eight o'clock, and Ricard probably noticed their transaction!

"No. 3, confirm Rikar's location and see if he is easy to contact."

"Ok."

Rikar's body originates from Him, and Three and Two can easily locate him.

After waiting for a moment, No. 3 came online again.

"Ricard is choosing clothes. He has to meet Mr. Furitani tonight."

Ricard actually had the leisure to choose clothes. He was so free.

Nakamura immediately called, "I need your help with something."

Rikar recognized the voice, "I have no obligation to help you."

"Maybe you don't want to see him tonight."

"You guy," the voice on the other side became irritable and raised a few points, "You understand, I am not going to be your partner."

Nakamura said calmly: "I don't regard you as a partner. I am just confirming a problem with you, and I will treat it as a reward for helping you contact him."

It took a while before he answered: "Only this time."

"On the night of February 2th, you stayed at the safe house at Aipido Pier?"

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"Did you hear anything that night?"

"I didn't pay attention. The people living nearby are all homeless people. They are a group of weirdos. Their schedules and rest periods are irregular. It's not surprising that they make any noise."

"The sound of a car."

"Car?" Ricard thought for a moment, "That night there were two cars not far apart from each other, parked not far from the safe house."

"Approximately when is the time?"

"I can't remember clearly, it must have been dark not long ago."

"Did you see the appearance of the two drivers?"

"I glanced at it when I was passing by. You asked in such detail, what are you planning to do?"

"What about the characteristics?"

"Just... very ordinary looking men. One is wearing a hat, and the other has a little long hair."

"What about the characteristics of the clothes?"

Ricard became very irritated when he was questioned, "I can't remember, so I hung up."

Nakamura stopped a car and planned to go directly to ask about the situation. Not all people nearby would be asleep.

When we arrived at our destination, it was almost lunch time.

The scene he saw made Nakamura feel a little dazed. He had only been here at night, and it looked completely different during the day than at night.

The imaginary area where homeless people gather should be typically dirty and messy, emitting an unpleasant smell and accompanied by mosquitoes and flies.

This is not always the case.

There are indeed deserted areas, but there is no garbage. The whole place is quite clean.

Most of the homeless people Ricard was talking about were a group of old people who looked quite ordinary in appearance. They were far from slovenly. The clothes they wore were a bit shabby, but they were all washed very clean. They were cleaner than Kinoshita Takashi who was caught in the morning. too much.

As you walk along, you can see many container doors open, revealing the narrow interior space. Because there is little furniture, the layout looks quite cozy.

Some people were eating and talking in groups.

Some of them are still cooking, which has a strong sense of life.

Nakamura easily recalled the life in the small town where he worked in his dream. The life there was also the same. Most of the houses were occupied by elderly people, and the pace of life was slow and comfortable.

Unlike the fast pace and sophistication of big city life, Nakamura likes this slow pace and life-filled feeling. Compared with the dormitory life in the Metropolitan Police Department, it makes him happier, so he may consider moving.

When he saw strangers passing by, many old people looked at him curiously, and some even talked to him.

At this moment, Nakamura gradually felt uncomfortable, said a few perfunctory words, and walked quickly to his destination.

Container Area B is in the inner area, closer to the terminal.

Along the way, I saw almost all the interiors of all the containers. Most of them were inhabited by single grandfathers and grandmothers. There were very few young men and no young women at all.

Passing by room B203, the door was also wide open, and Ricard was actually inside, picking out clothes.

He had seen Ricard's wardrobe. They were basically all suits that were convenient for mobility. They only came in two colors: black and gray. There was really no need to choose.

Just take two steps closer.

Ricard turned around suddenly and said in a cold voice, "Who is it?"

A face suddenly came to the door, and his brows were gathered in the middle, showing a fierce and fierce look. When he saw the person clearly, his brows relaxed, "What? It's Nakamura, what are you doing here?"

"just looking around."

"Oh...is it the thing you asked about just now?"

"I won't disturb you from dressing up. I'll go over and take a look."

Ricard heard the sarcasm in the voice, "I want you to take care of it."

Nakamura glanced at him with a strange look on his face, turned around and walked forward. Rikar indeed had nothing to do with him, so he shouldn't be curious about that.