How can there be such a dangerous world of Conan

Edogawa Conan is explaining the information.

"Sister Dai told me that the prisoner forced Zhongyuan Wentai to surrender to the police station to disrupt the search. In this case, it is theoretically impossible for all the school staff to be on duty."

Kojima Motota nodded: "Yes, but the dean said that all staff are present, why?"

"Conan, what do you mean..." Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya was thoughtful: "The one who is dressed as Bunta Nakahara, and is in the school?"

"However, it is impossible for two people to look the same, they will definitely be discovered." Yoshida Ayumi didn't know why.

Edogawa Conan showed the answer: "But if you wear a mask and speak in a deliberately hoarse voice, no one will notice."

"If you are wearing a mask, it must be easy to spot! Let's act quickly!" Kojima Motota roared loudly.

"But after leaving the classroom, you can take off the mask, and you can't find it that way." Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko sighed.

Edogawa Conan said: "But now it's the lunch break, that is, the time to enjoy lunch. He can't eat in the classroom, he can only choose places to eat outside the classroom, such as the roof, toilets, and gardens. He can eat alone in these places. It might be that guy who eats!"

"So that's it! Detective Boys, fire!"

Kojima Motota rushed to the roof.

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya was in charge of the toilet search.

Conan Edogawa and Ayumi Yoshida are each in charge of a part of the garden.

Hui Yuanai finished reading the women's magazine, and slowly took out her mobile phone: "Did no one think of calling the police?"

There is no plan to take action to find any serial perverted murderer.

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Junior A.

According to the juvenile law, the name of juvenile delinquents is not allowed to be disclosed, so the name is juvenile A.

Boy A is enjoying lunch on the rooftop at this moment, while sharpening the weapon in his hand, which is an awl.

After trying knives, stones, and iron bars, boy A wanted to use some weapons he hadn't used before, and kill some people he hadn't killed before.

Men, women, women, want to kill men this time.

Childhood, middle age, youth, this time they want to kill old people.

The awl was sharpening on the iron fence of the roof, piercing, piercing, piercing, piercing, piercing, piercing, piercing, piercing, piercing, and someone would come up and see it, but I couldn't bear it, I couldn't bear it, I just wanted this kind of sharpening.

Then stab this thing into the old man's body.

There is no reason, just like Bai Tong hangs food on a tree branch but does not eat it. The meaningless behavior is just because of a momentary impulse, just wanting to do it, just wanting to kill it.

what···

Patience, patience, to be patient, to be after school, when there is no one there, only then can...

Just thinking about it makes me so happy.

Cheering, jumping for joy, anticipating, picking up the bento box, putting on a mask, and hopping downstairs, the round-faced boy passing by was insignificant, the pock-marked bamboo pole wandering around was insignificant, panicked Mushroom girls are optional.

Suddenly, he received an electric shock on his back, and fell down in convulsions. In a trance, boy A heard a clear female voice resounding in his ears, like the sound of heaven.

"Ayumi, is this the person you're talking about? Don't worry about it, let's talk about it after power on."

There was darkness in front of Boy A's eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, all he could see was a wooden table, two stools, and himself with hands and feet restricted by handcuffs.

Struggling desperately like a beast in a cage.

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Dai Sugihata sat in the interrogation room, looking at the struggling young man under surveillance.

With a delicate appearance, he seems to be the kind of cute child who is easy to be fond of, but thinking about what he has done, he can only feel terrible.

"Fingerprint identification."

Shiratori Ren Sanlang handed over the identification letter, which was the fingerprint identification left by the teenager in the interrogation room and the lock of the murder weapon at this moment.

The result is consistent, and there is no doubt that the person in front of him is the prisoner.

"This one is Mrs. Zhongyuan."

Immediately afterwards, Shiratori Ren Saburo pointed to a woman beside her. The woman's face was red and swollen, her eyes were red, her forehead was covered with bruises, and her exposed wrists and neck had obvious strangle marks.

Zhongyuan Yugali just glanced at the boy in the monitor, and then choked up and cried, unable to say a word.

Such a result is self-evident, Shiratori Ren Saburo quickly took the rescued witness out, trying to calm her emotions as much as possible.

"I don't understand," Takagi frowned, "Why didn't you kill her?"

No matter how you think about it, it's much easier to kill this Central Plains Yugali.

"Male, female, female, so the fourth one wants to kill males. Or because of childhood, middle age, or youth, he doesn't want to continue killing middle-aged women."

Either way, it can be clearly proved that the prisoner has obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"Go and see this guy."

Dai Sugihata left the monitoring room and walked towards the interrogation room, followed by Takagi Tsutomu.

As soon as they entered the room, the two police officers sat on chairs and faced boy A face to face.

Boy A stopped struggling, very calmly, and laughed.

"I need to see a lawyer."

Without giving anyone time to react, boy A spoke again

"Oh, I just wanted to say that line."

Following Boy A's speech, he seemed to become excited.

"The camera must be on again, right? Of course I know that being distressed, yelling, and making trouble can delay the search, and I may even pretend to cry to gain sympathy, but I don't want to do such an embarrassing thing. Crying is a sign of weakness, and the only thing I get is bullying."

"I kill people. I just want to understand why people can't kill people?"

"There is no reason, people can't kill people, it's a matter of course, isn't it?"