Me dressed as a gin brother

No matter who the corpse was, it couldn't be Shuichi Akai.

Kurosawa Hideaki and Takagi walked up to the nurse on duty.

"Hi, may I ask you two..." The nurse wrinkled her nose and leaned back.

"Sorry, we are the police. We just dissected a victim's body. The smell may not be very good."

Kurosawa Hideaki patted Takagi on the shoulder very calmly, and Takagi consciously took out his ID from his coat pocket to show it, "Let's investigate an incident—"

"We are here to investigate a transnational case." Kurosawa Hideaki interrupted Takagi, "I need to talk to your dean directly, you call him up."

The nurse raised her head and looked at the speaker carefully under the light, "Are you Mr. Kurosawa?"

"Yes, thank you for recognizing me. The case is urgent. Please contact your dean immediately." Kurosawa Hideaki looked at the folder on the table, "I know you have his phone number."

"Okay." The nurse immediately used the landline at the front desk of the hospital to call the dean.

When the nurse was communicating with the dean, Takagi asked in a low voice, "Why do you say it's a transnational case? It's actually not that serious at all."

"Because it is a transnational case. This is the only way to find out the identity of the corpse." Kurosawa Hideaki paused, "You have stepped on the edge of the vortex, and now you have a chance to turn back. Of course, if you want to do a real Man, then I suggest you stay."

"Senior Date also said something like that. A real man or something." Takagi licked the bangs in front of his forehead, "But I don't want to make meritorious deeds that much..."

Kurosawa Hideaki glanced at him, seemingly unintentionally said: "But don't you like Officer Sato very much? I remember that her father is also a policeman, and her rank is not low. She can be considered to be from a famous family, and she is also very capable. If you fall for her, you have to make meritorious deeds."

Takagi: "Eh? Wait, wait..."

Don't tell me the secret he thought was well hidden with such a flat face!

"There is no one else here except us, so you don't need to panic." Kurosawa Hideaki looked up indifferently, looking up at the nurse who had hung up the phone, "How is it?"

"The dean originally said that he didn't want to come here so late, but I told him your name. He decided to come here immediately."

"Good job." Kurosawa Hideaki praised, "Can you show me that birthday card on your desk?"

"Ah...this..." The nurse caressed the card twice with her fingertips, tensed her cheek muscles twice, and handed it out with determination, "This is a birthday card written to me by someone I like Please be careful when you look at it."

"I know." Kurosawa Hideaki held it in front of his eyes, took out the bright flashlight that he carried with him and pressed it on, and placed the edge of the greeting card on top of the flashlight.

Cool white glare illuminates the card into a translucent state.

There are dense flocs in the paper, indicating that this is expensive handmade paper.

Generally, people who can afford this kind of paper are either rich or expensive, but the person who wrote this greeting card is obviously not among them.

Because the ink he uses is very cheap, the kind that can be bought casually in stationery stores, which proves that he is just a small employee of the company.

But he attached great importance to the person who was sent the greeting card, so he bought this piece of paper at a high price in order to make his blessing look more formal.

Judging from the strokes of the writing, he was cautious and hesitant when he wrote the pen, and he was a little apprehensive. He was afraid that the recipient would not like such a gift.

"Didn't you have a few words with him?" Kurosawa Hideaki returned the greeting card to the nurse who seemed a little stunned after hearing his words.

"Yes, I met him when we were traveling. We... We didn't have much chance to talk. He just sent me a greeting card for my birthday."

"Just?" Kurosawa Hideaki smiled, "This card is not ordinary, you can try asking him out, in my opinion, he probably likes you too."

After finishing speaking, the sound of an engine coming from far and near came from outside.

Kurosawa Hideaki quickly added: "Thank you for calling the dean for us. What I just said is my reward for you."

The automatic sensor door of the hospital opened at the end of Kurosawa Hideaki's words, and an old man with green hair walked in.

This hair color is so strange that Kurosawa Hideaki couldn't help but take a second look.

"I'm Kyousuke Midorima, meeting you for the first time." The man stretched out a hand.

"We met for the first time." Kurosawa Hideaki quickly shook hands with him, paused for less than half a second, and quickly pulled out.

Midorima Kyosuke raised an eyebrow.

Kurosawa Hideaki quickly glanced at him from top to bottom.

Dean Lvjian has a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder, is very self-disciplined, excellent, works very hard no matter what, a little... superstitious?

Why is the person in charge of a hospital superstitious?

"We need a more private place to talk, don't you think?" Kurosawa Hideaki said.

"Of course, please follow me to the office."

"Wait a minute." Kurosawa Hideaki ran to the automatic coffee machine in the corner of the first floor of the hospital, threw away the empty can that he had been drinking all the time, and then took out the banknotes and bought another large cup of latte.

Dr. Midorima couldn't help but said, "I don't recommend that you drink so much coffee. In fact, the can you drank just now is enough for you to last until morning, and you don't need to drink such a big cup."

"Oh."

"Haha, this is actually the third cup that Police Officer Kurosawa drank tonight." Takagi sold Hideaki Kurosawa very naturally.

Midorima Kyosuke paused, and seemed to want to give the police a full set of medical examinations immediately.

"Don't talk about this, I just came back from the United States, let's take a look at the people who fly back and forth." Kurosawa Hideaki concealed the fact that he fell asleep on the plane after eating and slept all the way to Japan.

"I want to ask you about the FBI."

"What's the matter?" Midorima Kyosuke turned on the lights in the office and asked Kurosawa and Takagi to sit on the chairs opposite him.

"Did the FBI hide someone in your hospital before?"

Kurosawa called up a photo of Rena Mizumu from his phone, and turned the screen to Dean Midorima.

"I suggest you tell the truth, because the case I am investigating now involves the investigation of illegal entry by FBI agents, which is very serious. You also know that the US ambassador to Japan committed suicide some time ago. spy……"

He draws out his voice, but doesn't finish the sentence.

Midorima Kyosuke was stunned for a moment, "James won't, he asked me to keep it secret because Rena Mizumu is a person involved in the case they are investigating."

Taking the bait, Kurosawa Hideaki quickly hooked his lower lip, and then immediately flattened the corners of his mouth.

"So, it's true that Rena Mizumu was in your hospital those few days?"

"Yes, but I don't know what happened after that. I just remember that there was a child in the FBI when I went to check."

Child?

Conan?

"I want to check the surveillance near Reina Minato's ward at that time." Kurosawa Hideaki said: "I want to see every flow route of the FBI."

When the dean was tuning the video, Takagi carefully approached Kurosawa Hideaki, "Why do you need to check the FBI at that time to find out the identity of the corpse?"

"Have you made up your mind to keep it secret?" Kurosawa Hideaki glanced at him, "You can't say a word of what I tell you next, otherwise many people will die because of it. You are ready to bear the secret ?"

"If not, don't ask."

Thinking of the unrecognizable corpse, Takagi was silent for a while, then nodded firmly, "I understand, please tell me, I'm ready."

"Because I suspect that the person who died was the FBI."

"How could it be? If the FBI dies in Japan..." Takagi broke into a cold sweat all his life. This is not just a case issue, and has not yet involved a series of political issues.

"But that was at the beginning. Now I have confirmed that the dead person is not the FBI. The corpse we just dissected is a prop used to replace the FBI corpse."

Takagi: "Huh? Why am I getting more and more confused."

Kurosawa Hideaki sighed, "In short, I suspect that an FBI faked his death."

"An FBI suspended his death in Japan just to continue lurking in Japan. Do you know what that means?"

"It means that he is a spy, or he is paying attention to a transnational criminal group." Takagi took out his workbook and touched it again and again, but in the end he didn't write a word.

All these things you hear now should be completely remembered, without leaving any traces in reality.

"He's not the CIA. I said he's the FBI." Kurosawa Hideaki read out the letters word by word, "He's here to investigate the transnational criminal group, and it just so happens that I'm also investigating the transnational criminal group."

Takagi gasped.

"Now is not the time to be serious. When my guess is cleared up, I will go directly to this FBI." Kurosawa Hideaki clenched the magnifying glass in his pocket, and the organization must be destroyed as soon as possible.

"In the face of the same enemy, camp is not important for the time being."

"Now, let's debunk the FBI trick."

Kurosawa Hideaki stood up and walked to the front of the monitor.

"Many devices in Rena Mizumusa's ward are far away from mobile phones and other electronic devices, so there is only monitoring in the corridor." Midorima Kyosuke moved away from the position in front of the computer so that Kurosawa Hideaki could see more clearly.

"It doesn't matter, the corridor is enough."

Kurosawa clicked on the double-speed playback in the lower right corner, and then clicked to pause when Akai Shuichi appeared.

Through identification and comparison, it was discovered that the coffee can fell when Hideichi Akai opened it with one hand on the night of July 7.

Kurosawa Hideaki played that scene three times. He didn't believe that a good sniper would have wrist weakness.

What caused him to fail to open the can with one hand?

It can only be because Akai Shuichi put something on his fingers.

A layer of something he had also applied before to block fingerprints-transparent nail polish.

Kurosawa Hideaki returned to the place where the monitoring started again, intercepted Conan's face and conducted a tracking search.

The child's course of action is very strange. He actually fell down three times with the same posture at the door of different wards in the same row.

Takagi-kun, who has a particularly long reflex arc, can tell that he did it on purpose.

Kurosawa Hideaki thought nonsensically, glanced sideways at the thoughtful Takagi Tsutomu, and then looked at the dean, "Who are the people living in these three wards?"

"Ah... these three?" Midorima Kyosuke entered the room number into the computer and found the information of the three people, "Oh, it's the three of them."

"This old man broke his leg some time ago, and he is completely healed now, but he is still stuck in the hospital. He wants to cheat medical insurance."

Midorima Kyosuke talked eloquently to the information.

"This one is sick and had a heart bypass."

"As for this Kusuda Ludao...he has been discharged from the hospital now. I don't have any information about him, but the nurse on duty told me that this guy Kusuda ran out in the middle of the night wearing a hospital gown and never came back."

Kusuda Ludao?

Kurosawa Hideaki thought of the former Kusuda Kenji, didn't he say that he still had a younger brother in the organization?

"Takagi." He looked at Takagi Tsubasa, who was wondering what he was thinking, with drooping eyelids, "I think we found the name of the corpse."