Conan, My Neighbor Kurosawa Jin

Imaguchi was sitting in the study room, his fingers tapping rapidly on the computer keyboard. Monitoring windows and pictures flashed on the computer.

Finally, as Imaguchi's fingers stopped, the content on the screen stayed on a surveillance screen.

Looking at the familiar figure in the surveillance camera, Imaguchi's heart was filled with anger and hatred.

Daiquiri, I finally found you!

Last time, because he hadn't figured out what happened 17 years ago and was forced by the organizational situation at that time, Imaguchi had no choice but to let Daiquiri go, but this time, Imaguchi wanted him to pay for it with his life!

Imaguchi calmed himself down and then came to the organization base. Because the organization has a lot to do now, there are not many people here, and the entire base can be said to be empty.

According to his previous memory, Imaguchi quietly came to the organization's ammunition depot, looked at the guns and ammunition inside, and carefully selected them.

Pistols are not good. Although they are easy to carry, their range is too short.

Gatling has plenty of firepower, but is too bulky and has too big of a target to work.

Imaguchi glanced at the sniper rifle on the side. The Barrett anti-material rifle had good accuracy, long range and sufficient firepower, but it was a little too heavy and had too much recoil, so it might not be able to suppress it.

The Remington 700 rifle is good in other aspects, but the range is not enough. According to his estimation, the range should be more than 1km.

The DAN .338 has sufficient range, low recoil, and good accuracy. However, this gun has only appeared in the past two years. It is a bit too new, and Imaguchi has never used it before.

The precision International Arctic War Rifle has sufficient range, high accuracy, and strong stability. Apart from being expensive, it has no other problems. Although the recoil is a bit large, it is acceptable.

This precision International Arctic War Rifle is in my hand. I weighed it with my hands and found that the weight of more than ten kilograms is acceptable.

Put the gun, bullets, scope, etc. into the gig bag on your back. Imaguchi walked around the house with his gig bag on his back, felt the weight, and felt that he could accept it, and then he was determined.

Looking at the other things in the ammunition depot, Imaguchi thought for a moment, took something and threw it into his backpack.

Looking at his stuffed backpack, Imaguchi nodded with satisfaction.

At 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, Imaguchi was lying next to the surveillance camera on the roof of the building, holding a sniper rifle in his hand, staring at the window of the house inside through the scope.

As time passed, the originally closed window was suddenly opened, and a man turned on the light, as if he was going to the kitchen to eat something.

Looking at the familiar figure of the man in the scope, Imaguchi clenched his back teeth, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Seeing that the man was exposed to the sniper's sight, Imaguchi breathed softly, slowed down his heartbeat, and placed his finger firmly on the trigger. Seeing that the time was right, he pulled the trigger hard.

Under the silent night sky, a bullet flew through the air like a meteor, hitting Daiquiri who was about to go to the balcony to drink coffee. The bullet went straight into his heart. Daiquiri didn't even have a chance to call for help, and he was paralyzed. Fall to the ground.

Seeing the bullet hit, Imaguchi stood up with a sigh of relief and looked indifferently at the direction where Daiquiri died.

A few minutes later, Imaguchi left the building carrying his gig bag.

"Mr. Imaguchi, are you leaving?" The person at the door asked after seeing Imaguchi's relieved figure.

"Well, I just finished practicing." Imaguchi nodded heartily, and then said with some embarrassment, "Unfortunately, I haven't felt any progress after practicing for so long. It still doesn't sound good."

"It's okay. Music requires more practice. The more you practice, the more practice makes perfect. It's just a hobby anyway, and most people won't be able to hear it."

"That's right." Imaguchi said with a smile.

After bidding farewell to the doorman, Imaguchi left the building with his suitcase on his back. When passing by the entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department, Imaguchi stopped in his tracks. After looking at the Metropolitan Police Department where the lights were still on, Imaguchi paused for a while, finally withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked back home.

Daiquiri's body was discovered the next day. The person who found his body was his housekeeper. He planned to wake him up to have breakfast the next morning, but no one responded.

At first, the housekeeper thought that Daiquiri hadn't woken up yet, so he didn't bother him any more. But when the housekeeper went to ask him to have lunch and he still didn't respond, the housekeeper realized something was wrong and quickly opened the door with the spare key. As a result, he saw a cold body.

Officer Takagi and the others looked at the shot corpse with very serious expressions.

"How's it going? Did you find any clues?" Officer Takagi looked at Officer Chiba who had just returned.

"I have checked the nearby surveillance and found no suspicious persons. The results from the forensic department have not yet come out, so it is not yet certain whether the deceased was shot at close range or sniped from a distance.

If it were a sniper attack, the range would be too large. Although this house is located in a higher position, there are many high-rise buildings within a few hundred meters around it, and it is possible for a sniper attack to occur. "Officer Chiba shook his head.

"Were there no bullets found at the scene?" Officer Megure walked in and asked.

"No, we suspect that the bullet is still in the body of the deceased, so we want to request a ballistics analysis." Officer Takagi said.

"can."

Imaguchi was sitting on the chair, fiddling with the things on the table, looking at the iron piece in his hand, thinking about where to put it. Just when he was about to take action, his train of thought was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door.

Imaguchi was stunned for a moment, and quickly put away everything on the table, arranged his clothes, and then stood up to open the door.

"Sorry, I didn't hear the knock on the door just now. Officer Takagi, what's the matter with you?" Looking at Officer Takagi and the others outside the door, Imaguchi was stunned for a moment, and then he said quickly.

"Well, I came here today because I have a case that I want you to cooperate with, Mr. Imaguchi." Takagi Wataru nodded and said.

"Okay, no problem. Officer Takagi, please come in first!" Imaguchi nodded heartily, turned aside to let Officer Takagi and the others in, then walked to the refrigerator, took out a few bottles of ice water from it, and handed them to Officer Takagi and the others.

"Thank you."

Officer Takagi and the others did not show up, took the drinks and put them aside.

Today's heart is not a stranger to them. They came here today just for routine inquiries.

"Mr. Imaguchi, we are here today to ask, where were you around 11 o'clock last night?" Officer Takagi took out the notebook in his hand and asked.

"11 o'clock?" Imaguchi raised his head and thought, "I should be in Building 11 at that time. I had made an appointment to practice in the piano room over there, but at o'clock I was already ready to leave."

"Did you hear anything at that time?" Officer Takagi asked.

"No, there are quite a lot of people practicing piano over there. Although there are fewer people at night, you can still vaguely hear the sounds of various musical instruments." Imaguchi shook his head heartily.