Conan: Nakamura-kun is forced to be almighty

Although the case was late, Nakamura hurried back to the hotel as soon as he heard the news.

The scene of the crime was actually right next door to their room. The deceased's name was Imaki Satoshi, a popular writer who had just won the Naoki Award and was in the spotlight.

Nakamura can basically enter directly by swiping his face when the police gather for a search, and this time is no exception.

The coral-headed police officer Henggou in the room had already begun sorting out the case, and Nakamura quietly observed the situation without disturbing him.

The room was very messy, all the luggage was turned out and scattered everywhere in a mess.

The police usually start by sorting out the interpersonal relationships of the deceased. They have already found the friend who lived with the deceased - Sei Nobuichi, the man in a white suit who entrusted Xiaolan to take photos at the festival.

Nakamura arrived too late and didn't see the performance in front of the man in the white suit.

Relying on his long-term intuition in handling cases, Nakamura almost immediately identified the suspect as a man in a white suit.

Nakamura glanced over and almost immediately noticed the dissonance on the man in the white suit.

The witnesses at the door and the festivalgoers on the street were all wearing yukata.

There are some people who choose to wear casual clothes to the festival, but the behavior of a man in a white suit who has sweat on his forehead but refuses to take off his suit jacket shows a bit of disharmony.

After preliminary judgment, Nakamura stepped forward to check the condition of the deceased. The deceased fell in the entrance hall directly opposite the door, with white tooth powder in his mouth and the toothbrush dropped to his hand.

The only wound was between the eyebrows, a very obvious penetrating wound from a gunshot.

The possibility that the criminal is a suspect is greatly increased.

"The prisoner is a young man. The time of the crime was about 8:20 to 8:30, which is when the festival just started, right?"

"Yes, that's right. At that time, it happened to be the time when TV had just started broadcasting the festival."

After checking the condition of the deceased, Nakamura basically had a general understanding and speculation about the situation. At the same time, his actions finally attracted attention.

"Hey, who are you? How could you enter the crime scene without permission?"

Nakamura stood up calmly and took off his mask, "Are you asking me? My surname is Nakamura..."

The witness with a worried hairline outside suddenly shouted, "Ah! I often see your face on TV, it's Officer Nakamura!"

Officer Henggou suddenly realized, "Yeah, it's really Officer Nakamura."

Nakamura was caught off guard and was warmly held by the police officer. He took a step back calmly, "What...what's wrong?"

Officer Henggou was very enthusiastic, "You have solved many difficult cases. I often read reports about you in newspapers and on TV. You are truly the hope of our police community."

Nakamura’s face is full of black marks. Outsiders do often call him that. Is it really okay for the police to call him that too?

He pulled his hand back and forced himself to smile, "Thank you, this case is more important than that."

"Hi!" Officer Henggou stood at attention and saluted, "Please give me your advice."

"……ha."

As the Tokyo Police Headquarters, the Metropolitan Police Department has a higher status than the local police. However, in fact, many prefectural police headquarters officers do not like to be told what to do by police officers from the Metropolitan Police Department headquarters.

Basically, they showed respect on the outside, but in reality they kept praying in their hearts to leave early and not to interfere with the cases they were handling.

It’s not much different from the attitude of the Metropolitan Police Department’s criminal police officers towards the public security police.

Nakamura's original plan was to stand in the corner and watch, but he raised the issue tactfully when the problem was serious.

At this moment, the Henggou police officer's operation really confused him.

Officer Henggou pointed at the man in the white suit and introduced: "Officer Nakamura, this is the deceased's friend, Mr. Saii Nobuichi, and he is also a major suspect in this case."

The man in the white suit had an uncomfortable expression when he heard Nakamura's name. He finally managed to regain his composure and protested: "Hey, police officer, you have to pay attention to evidence when handling cases. Don't pin the suspect on me casually. I After all, I am a moderate celebrity, so it would not be a good situation for me if word spread like this."

Nakamura asked, "Celebrity?"

The man in the white suit was about to answer when a familiar female voice came from beside him, "This Mr. Saii Nobuichi once co-wrote "Legend of Swordsman" with Mr. Imaki Satoshi under the pen name Imai. It was a very interesting movie. adventure novel."

Nakamura looked over and saw the familiar pink rabbit hanging in the air first.

"Xiaolan, when did you come here?"

"just now."

Officer Henggou looked at the two children who suddenly ran in, and then at Nakamura. After all, he didn't drive them out directly.

Shii Nobuichi said with a proud face: "This lady is right. Although I did not win the Naoki Prize, I am still a medium-sized writer and have written many travel notes. Therefore, I cannot be confused about suspects without evidence. explain."

Conan was about to tell his observations when Nakamura said directly: "It seems that Mr. Saii believes that he is very innocent. So where were you when the crime occurred? Were you not with your friends?"

"No, I happened to go to the festival first then."

"This Mr. Imtake was brushing his teeth before he died. There was still moisture on his clothes and hair. He had obviously just taken a shower and was preparing to attend the festival. He was obviously a friend, but he couldn't wait for a while and went directly to attend the festival alone. , you can at least make up a similar reason."

"I can't help it. We had a fight during lunch and we haven't gotten over it yet. That's why I went out alone without waiting for him."

Matsuda didn't know when he leaned against the outer wall, and when he heard what was going on inside, he finally combined his previous sense of dissonance.

We obviously went out to play together, but they got into a fight in public just because of a few words. It really didn't suit their status.

Xiaolan also provided clues, "Officer Nakamura, we did see them when they were arguing in the restaurant at noon."

Several people who testified at the door also echoed: "Yes, it was the peak dining period, and we all saw it."

"is it?"

Nakamura became more convinced that he was the murderer from his explanation.

Officer Henggou obviously thought the same thing, "I said I went out at eight o'clock, but can anyone actually prove it?"

Nakamura looked at Xiaolan, "I heard that you met Mr. Saii at the festival?"

"Yes, I also took a few photos for him, one of which was a photo with Yizi."

Officer Henggou immediately pointed out the key point, "One? The lighting time is about half past eight. Half an hour is enough for you to get from the hotel to the festival venue."

"I passed the festival as soon as it started. If you think I'm lying, just take this and wash it out. There should be an alibi for me being photographed in it."

"Take it and rinse it immediately!"

The young police officer took the camera and ran out immediately.

While waiting for the photos, work at the crime scene continued in an orderly manner.

The remains of the deceased were taken into custody, and the crowd of witnesses outside also left one after another.

The moment the man in the white suit raised his hand, Nakamura noticed a light mark on his left wrist, "Didn't you wear your watch today?"

The man in the white suit was stunned and showed off his wrist generously. "This police officer is so observant. My watch broke a few days ago and I didn't have time to replace it with a new one. When I went out today, I had to go to the front desk to confirm the time."

Officer Henggou immediately said: "The front desk did say that you would go out at about half past seven, because he asked the time several times and he was quite impressed with you."

The man in the white suit didn't take it seriously, "Well, as a writer, you usually need to confirm details such as words and sentences, so I gradually became a little obsessive.

Have you ever had that experience? You locked the door, walked a certain distance and then went back to confirm the lock. "

A quarrel at lunch, a broken watch, going to the front desk multiple times to confirm the departure time, taking photos at the festival, disposable cameras, the position where the deceased fell to the ground, tooth powder, and a messy room that looked like it had been robbed.

In Nakamura's eyes, the truth of this case is already in front of his eyes, the only thing missing is evidence.

As we all know, the police are not afraid of fancy crime techniques when handling cases, but are afraid of emergencies such as stabbing someone in the middle of the road and then walking away.

The more complicated the man in the white suit prepares, the more problems will be exposed.

The little police officer acted very quickly. He came back with photos and a camera in about ten minutes.

There are seven photos in total, two of which are with Tian and Yizi respectively.

Shijing pointed to the photo containing the word "天", "Look, this is proof that I was at the festival in my early eight o'clock."

The Tianzi is lit at eight o'clock every year and will last until eight twenty-five.

The hotel is a little over forty minutes' walk from the festival venue, and it takes at least half an hour to run. It’s basically impossible to rush there and take photos within twenty minutes.

As for flying cars, that's even more hopeless.

The festival has a large flow of people, so speeding cars will always be stuck in traffic and may not necessarily be faster than running there.

Conan secretly came forward to look at the photo, and immediately noticed something strange. Regardless of the awkwardness, he secretly pulled Nakamura's sleeve.

Nakamura touched his head soothingly, "Mr. Shii, your skin has become a lot darker."

Shijing didn't notice anything was wrong and answered naturally, "Because the novel I'm writing recently requires me to go out for a long time to collect ideas. The weather has been quite hot recently, so I got tanned."

"Did your watch get damaged when you were collecting wind?"

Shijing reflexively looked at his left wrist, and at the same time noticed the child's finger pointing at the position of the wrist in the picture.

His pupils tightened for a while, and the calm look with his head held high showed signs of disintegration.

With his head hanging down and his back slightly hunched, he seemed to have aged several years out of thin air.

“Sure enough, when I saw Officer Nakamura, I shouldn’t take any chances.

What I never expected was that even a child next to you could easily find out my flaws. "

Conan immediately retracted his hand and hid behind Xiaolan.

Xiaolan grabbed the balloon fuse and picked him up, "Conan, don't disturb Mr. Nakamura's work!"

The man in the white suit knew that he had no way to argue, so he honestly explained the cause and effect.

This is the story of a like-minded friend who parted ways.

They were originally good friends who could share a pen name, but after losing the opportunity to serialize the novel, they harbored a grudge.

He had been planning this murder since the First Under Heaven Festival a year ago.

Last year's photos serve as this year's alibi and add fuel to this year's plans.

The clothes are still the same, but the mood is completely different.

Like-minded friends in their student days have been transformed beyond recognition by the passage of time.

After expressing his respect, police officer Henggou escorted the prisoner away.

Matsuda then walked in leisurely, "Should I say it's you? The efficiency of handling cases is really high. One case can be handled in half an hour."

Nakamura shook his head, "Actually... this case could have been prevented."

"what?"

"Around 7:50, I had a vision that noticed something was wrong. If I looked deeper at that time..."

Matsuda paused his hand and said comfortingly: "The murderous intention that lasts for a year cannot be explained in a few words. You are too harsh on yourself."

When Conan heard that Nakamura was blaming himself for the death of a stranger, he felt that his troubles these days were purely due to overthinking.

Nakamura opened his palms and said firmly: "I have to work harder."

"What's going on? You don't look like your usual self at all."

"What an unexpected gift!"

"what gift?"

"secret."

Matsuda was speechless, but he suppressed his curiosity and didn't ask any more questions.

Xiaolan and Conan narrowed their presence beside them. They waited until the conversation between the two adults came to an end before speaking weakly, "Mr. Nakamura, Mr. Matsuda, where did Hiroki and the others go? Didn't they come back with them?"

Nakamura and Matsuda looked at each other, "Jinpei, weren't you with them?"

Matsuda, a reliable adult, rolled his eyes, "Of course they were sent back to the room. By the time you think about it, those two children were abducted long ago."

"Thank you, Xiao Zhenping."

"Don't call me that," Matsuda felt goosebumps on his arms.

Nakamura was unmoved, "Yes, this is Hagi-chan's exclusive title."

Conan watched the two adults convulsing, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Xiaolan quietly walked towards the door with Conan, touched the door handle, whispered "Let's go first" and quickly slipped away.

Matsuda slapped Nakamura on the back angrily, "Be normal!"

Nakamura then smiled and said, "Haha, let's go back and rest. I'm really exhausted after this day."