The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

Thinking about it now, if Yamashita hadn't noticed...

Conan, who was sneaking and planning to sneak to the side of the corpse, paused, blinked, and looked at Atsuto Yamashita, whose gaze suddenly became sharper.

As smart as he is, he immediately thought of a way to kill.

"Inertia of thinking."

Mori Kogoro's face darkened, and the words he blurted out made Mu Mu Shisan feel a little embarrassed.

He was indeed taken away by the thinking of all the witnesses at the scene of the crime, and Osamu Honda was the victim, so there was no inspection.

"Hey, wait a minute. Officer Yamashita, don't you suspect me?"

Feeling the pressure, Xiu Honda dripped a drop of cold sweat on his forehead, and forced a smile on his face: "I am obviously a victim, if I didn't happen to be wearing a bulletproof vest, I might have died.

Moreover, shouldn't you police look at the evidence?Just accuse me of being a murderer for no reason?Just because the two guns are the same?This kind of model gun is obviously carved out of a mold, and there are a lot of them on the market! "

"Sorry, I just raised my doubts. If I offend you, then I apologize to you." Yamashita Atsuto narrowed his eyes and chose to take a step back.

"..." Osamu Honda, still in shock, clutched his aching chest, sat down slowly and gasped for breath with the support of his friends Sootome Soka and Tetsuyuki.

Even though he was wearing body armor, he was still injured when the bullet hit him at such a close range.

internal injury.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Honda. How do you know that the gun in the deceased's hand is a model gun? I don't think I said it? The police department and the others haven't been notified by the forensic department yet."

——? !

Osamu Honda, whose heart rate had just slowed down, was startled again: "Isn't this normal? Could it be that we brought real guns to the cosplay party?"

"Yes. But why do you wear real body armor to the cosplay party?"

The corners of Yamashita Toshito's mouth raised a playful arc, and he looked down at Osamu Honda, who had obviously changed his mind: "Could it be that you knew in advance that you would be shot by a real bullet?"

"no!"

Honda stood up suddenly: "No! I just want to make the cosplay more realistic! I am a person who pursues perfection, even for cosplay!"

Mu Mushisan's eyes changed, and Mori Kogoro's eyes also changed.

As mature men with rich life experience, the two of them have already seen that there is something wrong with Osamu Honda's aggressive attitude.

"Hey, Honda, calm down, calm down. Officer Yamashita is only suspicious now. This is normal. After all, we all have intersections with Mishima. I think Officer Yamashita must have suspected me too. Right, Yamashita police officer?"

Saotome Soka sat down with her friend, and looked up at her idol in real life.

"Miss Saotome is right. To be honest, I also doubted her and Mr. Tetsuyuki. So, sorry, maybe my tone has misunderstood you, please forgive me."

Atsuto Yamashita smiled slightly, and climbed up the pole, soothing Osamu Honda's excited mood.

Not far away, Conan, who had already thought of the decisive evidence, frowned, came to his girlfriend Mao Lilan, and told her his reasoning and the location of the evidence.

The high school student detective Mao Lilan who learned from [Sleeping Kogoro] is ready to strike again.

only……

"However, can you tell me who the deceased Mr. Mishima wants to cosplay tonight?"

Atsuto Yamashita leaned over and looked at Osamu Honda whose pupils suddenly shrank with a smile.

"[Could it be that we brought real guns to the cosplay party], are these your exact words? Then, can you please tell me who the deceased Mr. Mishima wants to cosplay in this uniform?"

"…………"

Osamu Honda's heart was raised in his throat again, and his tense nerves were on the verge of breaking after several tosses.

"You said that you all came to the party, but the deceased's ordinary uniform would never appear at a cos party. But if he really came to kill you, why did he open it in front of so many people?" Shoot you and kill yourself?"

Atsuto Yamashita looked at Osamu Honda's uncertain face, and turned the gun in his hand.

"...I didn't kill. I didn't kill! I didn't!"

"Then can you explain why the forensic class found your fingerprints on the gun used by the deceased?"

"There can't be my fingerprints on it! I'll wipe it carefully—"

The roar that Osamu Honda blurted out suddenly froze.

The scene became silent for a while.

Saotome Soka and Tetsuyuki looked at each other in dismay, and Mori Ran Kogoro and Mumu Shisan, who were listening, both had their faces darkened.

Atsuto Yamashita squatted down with a smile, and spat out the white plastic stick that he had been biting in his mouth in front of him: "The first lesson of sociology, don't lose your mentality when things happen, be firm in your will, and don't easily fall into the emotions constructed by others. In the trap, don't get too emotional. Do you understand, a top student at Seongnam University?"

Osamu Honda closed his eyes in despair, and slumped on the bench.

After a long time, a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Conan, who intends to let his girlfriend Mao Lilan play, has a strange expression on his face.

Don't the police always want to talk about evidence?

Why does it feel like it's the other way around?

The policeman at Yamashita was scheming from beginning to end, but he, the detective, was looking for evidence?

Who is the police?

Chapter 240 Three Kamen Riders?You don't deserve it, and neither do I.

"Conan, it seems that I don't need to go out now, right?"

Outside the silent crowd, Mao Lilan, who was ready to appear on stage, leaned over to her little boyfriend, muttering in a low voice.

"Ah, probably."

Conan always felt that there was something wrong with Atsuto Yamashita today, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

He didn't go through the usual process, relying on his skillful rhythmic ability to make a gap in the murderer's psychological defense throughout the process.

Moreover, for some reason, Conan always felt that Atsuto Yamashita seemed to care more about the school [Seongnan University]?

Especially the tone that taught Osamu Honda a lesson.

Conan's nose, which was more sensitive than a dog's, smelled something different from it.

He's curious now.

Is there a story between Atsuto Yamashita and Seongnam University?

Or a story with someone from Seongnam University?

The prisoner's psychological defense collapsed under frequent temptations, and Conan, who had no burden in his heart, held a meeting to think about the abnormality of this unscrupulous policeman.

"How...you really, really killed Mishima?"

As the person who founded this Kamen Rider fan club, Saotome Soka really doesn't know what to say at the moment.

【Anyone who likes Kamen Rider will not be a bad person. 】

[As long as you like Kamen Rider, then we are good friends. 】

This is the idea and original intention of her establishment of this club.

She couldn't believe it, she couldn't believe that one day her good friend would kill another friend of hers.

"Ah, I changed Mishima's gun, that's why he showed that terrified expression before he died. Because the moment the bullet hit the temple, it suddenly became clear that all this was not a prank game."

With a hint of sarcasm hanging from the corner of his mouth, Xiu Honda raised his head and looked at the bright ceiling calmly: "I started secretly preparing this murder plan half a year ago. Finally, I completed the transformation of the pistol and bullets half a month ago. The three of us Shima said, "Why don't you just play a prank at the party, shoot me with a gun, and then kill yourself. Wait until everyone is horrified and then suddenly jump up to scare people".

Mishima agreed.

So we practiced this routine together for a long time. After all, you still need to master the strength when shooting a simulated pistol, even if the pistol is filled with empty ammunition.

However, what he didn't expect was that I would change his gun today. "

When talking about the murder plan, Osamu Honda had a smile on his lips from beginning to end, without any trace of regret in it.

"Why? Do you have any deep hatred with Mishima? Aren't you good companions?!" Tetsuyuki, who was wearing a Kamen Rider leather jacket, was so excited that he reached out and grabbed his collar.

Seeing that it seemed that it was time for the prisoner to confess again, Atsuto Yamashita put his hands in his pockets and turned to leave.

"Companion? Don't be kidding, I don't need his kind of companion."

tread……

Atsuto Yamashita, who was about to run away with his back to everyone, stood still and stopped in his tracks.

[Companion, don't be kidding, I don't need his kind of companion. 】

In the depths of my memory, the unicorn fairy that came out of the explosion dragged its scarred body, and once again struggled to secure its own life from the fishing plan.

【I just want to kill him! 】

"I just want to kill him!"

The exact same words sang softly in the ears of the people at the bottom of the mountain like the bewitching of a devil.

The man turned around, his eyes completely changed.

become icy.

Unprecedented coldness: "Why?"

"Shan, brother under the mountain?"

Mu Mu Shisan was taken aback.

According to common sense, his subordinate should have taken the opportunity to slip away.

He has never been interested in the confession and repentance of prisoners.

Why didn't you leave today, but also took the initiative to ask questions?

"Because of my brother."

Honda Osamu's expression suddenly became vicious: "My young brother was killed by him!"

"Two years ago, my brother went to a friend's house with a Kamen Rider cardboard cardboard that was so rare that someone asked for it in a magazine. While walking on the road, this bastard Mishima happened to pass by on a Kamen Rider motorcycle. See When he got the rare cardboard in his hand, he even rode a bicycle to grab it!

Because of that morbid possessiveness and greed, he was so shameless as to snatch a child's belongings!

My younger brother was still in elementary school at the time, and when his things were robbed, he was very angry and ran out of the intersection after Mishima's motorcycle, only to hit a speeding truck head-on.

The final result was that he was rescued in the hospital for two days and was declared dead.