GBP Chapter 307 You also have a childhood sweetheart?!
Chapter 307 You also have a childhood sweetheart?!
Pushing aside the crowd surrounding the edge of the scene, his gaze swept over the heads of the people. In the less-than-pleasant atmosphere, Kuromon Haruya realized that the central figure in this dispute was very familiar.
Inside the yellow and black police tape, Masato Hanzawa glared with restrained hatred, protecting a small black woman of the same race behind him, while Kogoro Mouri stood beside him, deep in thought.
Across from the three, a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard was smoking a cigarette, his shoulders draped in a wrinkled, faded police uniform with a light-colored coffee stain on it.
"...In my opinion, the cast on your leg might be a disguise to conceal your ability to commit crimes! If you want to prove it, you should at least go to the town clinic for a few more examinations."
"The evidence is completely insufficient; this is slander! I cannot accept your accusations!"
The middle-aged police chief, chewing on a cigarette butt, rolled his eyes disdainfully and turned to the villagers with an air of nonchalance:
"Then tell me, who could provide an alibi for you during the time of the incident last night?"
Fanze Zhenren's fists clenched until they turned white, but his voice was unusually calm: "The mother and neighbors present can all testify. We have been at home with our family since 8 p.m. last night."
"Ha! How can the testimony of relatives be considered valid?"
The sheriff chuckled, deliberately flicking the ash from his cigarette a few inches in front of the offender's shoes. He gave him a meaningful look, then shrugged.
"Besides, wasn't there a precedent of relatives covering up for the suspect in that extremely heinous murder case in this town many years ago? If it weren't for the detective who happened to be passing by, it would almost have become a cold case. Who knows if it will happen again?"
"If you are truly innocent, you should just stay in the detention center for a few days and wait for your innocence to be proven. Your resistance is actually quite suspicious."
Kogoro Mouri couldn't listen any longer and was about to speak when he was interrupted.
According to Article 199 of Japan's Code of Criminal Procedure, police officers must have objective evidence or reasonable grounds to indicate that a suspect is very likely to have committed a crime before they can carry out an arrest procedure.
Furthermore, if a detective publicly accuses someone of a crime without sufficient evidence, it may involve violations of police duties, human rights abuses, or even illegal acts.
Kuromon Haruka flashed his identification, his long legs easily crossing the police line. He stood beside Fan Ze, hands in his pockets, making his stance clear:
"Good afternoon. I'm Kuromon, here on vacation from Tokyo. My rank is the same as a police inspector. I heard about a case in the area and came to assist. I hope this gentleman doesn't mind?"
"This, this..." Not wanting to offend the people from Tokyo before clarifying the situation, Inspector Niiya turned his gaze to the famous detective he had specially asked for help, rubbing his hands tentatively, "Mr. Mori, I don't think this is a good idea..."
"Oh! Kuromon, you've finally arrived!"
Unexpectedly, Kogoro Mouri casually put his arm around the young man's shoulder and opened a small booklet he had on hand. "This is the current investigation of the case. The Izumo police force is insufficient, and we may need your assistance."
Following closely behind him, Ran, Sonoko, and others squeezed to the side, clearly knowing Kogoro Mouri, and gradually forming a force that opposed the onlookers.
The crowd, initially indignant, felt too embarrassed to attack upon seeing so many handsome men and beautiful women from Tokyo. They simply watched silently, like sheep in a farm.
Seeing that no one on the other end objected, Kuromon Haruya strode forward and shook Nida's hand, his tone humble yet brooking no refusal: "Then it's a pleasure to work with you. May I ask how I should address you?"
This guy!
From an angle unseen by others, Nida was quite certain that Officer Kuromon had glanced at his rank—Assistant Inspector, just one rank below Inspector.
The idea of developing tourism in Izumo was conceived by the newly appointed village chief two years ago. Before that, it was just a small place with a small population that had not yet been developed into a tourist destination. The local people were simple and peaceful, and it was enough to arrange for the police inspector to serve as the head of the criminal investigation department in the local police station.
Who would have thought that one day you would encounter a situation where a higher-ranking official can crush you!
"whispering sound."
With a soft click of his tongue, Nida's face turned ashen, and he waved his hands with a forced smile: "Just call me Nida... So far, the search hasn't encountered any difficulties, so you don't need to worry about it too much."
"It's alright, it's alright, it's all about serving the people!"
They talk a good game but do a bad one. They're so young to be police inspectors; they must have gotten it through connections!
Nida clenched his fist, turned around and glared fiercely at Fanze Zhenren, then gave an order to his stunned old subordinate:
"All personnel, return to the police station now!"
The elderly gentleman with gray hair and beard tucked his ear and stretched his neck:
"Huh? What did you say? I can't hear you!"
......
As Officer Nida left in a huff, the tense atmosphere at the scene finally eased.
After getting away from the gossipy villagers who were trying to watch, and as the large group from the Black Gate walked to the park next to the Wawu Inn, Fanze Zhen finally breathed a sigh of relief:
"Phew, this was really tricky. Thank you everyone for helping me out, and thank you for believing I'm not the murderer!"
"Hmph~" Kuromon Haruya suddenly patted his shoulder, raised his hand and fired two shots as a hint, "Don't we acquaintances know whether you're the murderer or not?"
Even if he didn't know that the real culprit was Dokyo Masahiko, the man behind Sonoko who had remained silent until now and couldn't find a reason to leave, Kuromon Yōya was far from suspecting him.
From a crime-solving perspective, there weren't many clues left at the scene; but if you put an expert killer in that position, the information about the murderer would be insufficient!
The victim showed obvious signs of struggling before death, which means that the killer was not skilled at controlling the target and could not kill with one blow. It is highly likely that the killer controlled the victim by force.
The gruesome cuts into the victim's abdomen resulted in bloodstains on clothing even away from the wounds. The perpetrator harbored strong vengeful intent, yet seemed unaware of the most agonizing stab wounds, clearly not a professional.
"Given your habit of finding someone to clean up the mess, if you really did the killing, you would have asked us for help long ago."
Asahi nodded, causing Conan's lips to twitch: What a nasty joke.
"Alright, alright, let's not talk about the case for now!"
Sonoko Suzuki rested her chin on her hands, curiously observing the woman behind him like a delicate flower: "Who is this lovely girl? Why don't you introduce her to us?"
"Ah! Her..." Masato Hanazawa's voice suddenly rose eight octaves, his cast unconsciously drawing circles on the ground. "This is Kosaki, we grew up together..."
"It's a real-life childhood friend with whom I have a secret crush~"
A deliberately drawn-out voice suddenly broke in. Asano Satoshi had somehow gotten close to the two of them, a mischievous smile on his face. "I just heard her call you 'Little Masato' with my own ears~"
Fanze Zhenren's ears instantly turned red: "Shopkeeper, stop messing around! This is..."
"I understand, I understand, we're just ordinary friends."
Asami blinked, turned to the stunned Kuromon Haruya, and shouted, "Kuromon, do you know? For her, Hanzawa was willing to abandon us and help from morning till night!"
"Hey! Who abandoned you!" Masato Hanzawa was so anxious that he jumped up and down, his plaster-cast leg poking a small dent in the muddy ground. "It's Kosaki's flower shop that's been short-staffed lately!"
Haruya Kuromon: "..."
A chillingly bright smile suddenly bloomed on his face, and Kuromon Haruya rose and stepped forward, giving Kosaki an elegant bow: "Nice to meet you, I am Kuromon Haruya."
Kosaki blushed and returned the greeting: "Nice to meet you. I am Saki Hanazawa. Please take care of me."
Fanze Zhenren quickly turned around:
"Mr. Kuromon, please tell us about the manager, we just..." "Hmm!"
Halfway through his speech, Master Fanze suddenly stiffened.
The hand that seemed to be affectionately resting on his shoulder was actually pressing a tracking bracelet firmly against the back of his neck. Under the cold touch of the metal, Fan Ze could almost imagine the terrifying threat of the 'concentrated gunpowder that could blow up a car' inside.
"Whether there are any lingering feelings between us is my own judgment."
A soft yet clear whisper interrupted the explanation.
“But you brat…” Kuromon’s voice was sickeningly sweet, his warm breath brushing against Fanze’s earlobe, a stark contrast to the coldness of the bracelet. “We wore Gin’s self-destruct bracelet with you on our trip to Izumo for on-site investigation.”
The bracelet pressed down hard as he spoke: "Just so you could come back and pick up girls?" ^_^