Non-mainstream Conan viewing style

On the streets of Tokyo, Miwako Sato drove through them. Soft jazz music was flowing in the car, but it could not hide the dissatisfaction in her heart.

"Matsuda, you really made me angry today." Sato Miwako tilted her head slightly, with a hint of blame in her tone, "The way you treat others is like a gangster from a movie. Who would want to get close to you like this? Really, you've been here for six days. It would be great if you could just listen to me a little bit. Hey, you sent a message! It's pretty fast."

Matsuda Jinpei chuckled: "Miwako, you don't understand. Life is sometimes more cruel than movies. My hands are indeed more flexible than most people's."

[Ogihara Kenji, my best friend, I didn’t realize you had a hobby of texting!

Jinpei Matsuda, sending text messages frequently can exercise your fingers. I discovered this when I was texting you.

Takagi Shigeru thought that the last message this guy sent to Sato must have been typed unconsciously in the remaining time! 】

Miwako Sato frowned slightly, then relaxed her brows: "Okay, I admit I'm curious. But who were you texting just now? Was it your girlfriend?"

Matsuda Jinpei smiled bitterly, his eyes became soft and distant: "No, not a girlfriend. She was a very important friend of mine, a good friend who will never receive my messages again. Four years ago, he was in an explosion..." His voice gradually became low, as if drowned by the memory.

[Sato Miwako, don't you always tell me to move forward? Why do you keep thinking about your best friend?

Furuya Rei, this is the same feeling I have towards Komorobushi! So until now, I can't help myself when I meet Akai.

Akai Shuichi, I don't mind, but we get along well, right? But how did you feel when you saw Ogiwara's death? 】

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The atmosphere in the Metropolitan Police Department's Investigation Division 1 office was tense and solemn. Sato Miwako stared at Matsuda Jinpei with wide eyes in disbelief.

"What? You... aren't going? What are you talking about?" Her voice trembled slightly, and she was obviously shocked by Matsuda's decision.

Matsuda Jinpei seemed unusually calm. He answered firmly, "I have something to do and must wait here. It shouldn't be difficult for you to go to your own land and capture an old man, right?"

Upon hearing this, Sato Miwako frowned, her dissatisfaction evident in her words: "What kind of words are these!"

Matsuda Jinpei ignored her emotions and continued, "I heard that a fax is received every November 11th. It started three years ago and it has been like this every year. There are only big numbers written on it. That is the countdown to the bomb. This year, that guy will definitely act today."

At this time, Shiratori Renzaburo hurried into the office and interrupted their conversation: "Officer, we received a fax again this year."

Megure Jusan immediately sat up straight and asked nervously, "Another digital fax? Then, what is this year's number?"

Shiratori Jinzaburo hesitated for a moment, then slowly said: "This time it's not a number. The fax said, 'I am a Knight of the Round Table. Notice to all the stupid and cunning police officers. At 14 p.m. today, I will set off fireworks to mourn the heads of my comrades... If you want to stop me, come to me... I will leave the nd seat vacant and wait for you.'"

Megure Jusan looked confused: "What does this mean?"

Shiratori Renzaburo also seemed a little confused. He shook his head and did not answer immediately.

However, Jinpei Matsuda had already put out the cigarette in his hand, picked up his backpack and walked out without saying a word.

Sato Miwako quickly chased after him and asked anxiously, "Wait... where are you going?"

Matsuda Jinpei stopped and looked back at her, his eyes revealing determination: "Don't you understand? The National Knights are waiting for seat No. 72. I mean the one with both a round plate and 72 seats... It can only be the Ferris wheel at the Haido-cho amusement park."

As soon as he finished speaking, the office fell into silence. Everyone stared at him with wide eyes. Obviously, none of them had expected this answer. Matsuda Jinpei had already taken a firm step and rushed towards the Ferris wheel.