NOVEL WEB Chapter 157 is really good.
The short Shinigami primary school student walked around with his hands behind his back, quickly recalling all the details about the case in his mind.
Pfft!
Bang!
The door closed and opened, and a sudden light suddenly lit up in Conan's eyes. His doubts were replaced by confidence. He looked around, trying to find a suitable reasoning path.
Tang Muqing accepted the concern of the young policeman from the Metropolitan Police Department, sat on a specially brought chair and leaned against Zhu Fu Jingguang, sighing softly, "It's such a pity. If the case could be solved earlier, I would also be able to solve it earlier." Went to the hospital."
Zhu Fu Jingguang let Tang Muqing lean on him and put his palm on Tang Muqing's shoulder, "Prescribe the medicine and go home before infusing it, otherwise you will have to sleep in the hospital tonight."
"Okay." Tang Muqing responded, squinting slightly and looking at the blood-stained armor not far away, "You only need to check fingerprints and DNA information or check waist injuries to find the murderer. If possible, the murderer seems to have surrendered. It’s better.”
"Huh?" Zhu Fu Jingguang lowered his eyes and landed on Tang Muqing's face, "Surrender yourself?"
Tang Muqing nodded, lowered his eyelids and looked at his palms, and explained softly, "Blood and death may create art, but crime cannot, especially such an imperfect crime, which is really regrettable."
"It breaks my heart just to think about someone standing up for such a crude crime."
A gentle voice sounded in the silent crime scene, and all eyes fell on the frail man.
At the age of twenty-five or six, he is not too young, but he is undoubtedly mature, giving people the calmness and calmness of being in a high position and pampered.
He obviously works in the Metropolitan Police Department and can even become a psychology lecturer at the university after hanging around for a while, but...
Inexplicably, it gives people an unscrupulous feeling that they have no respect for the law and life, and they seem to have no interest in anything.
Feelings, friends, partners, career, money, are all the spices of the other person's life.
Zhu Fu Jingguang couldn't help but sigh softly, looking at Tang Muqing who was very speechless, "Since the murderer chose to commit a crime, why would he surrender now——"
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted, followed by a muffled "bang" sound.
The old man with a white beard knelt on the ground, his body trembling, his head lowered and silent.
Everyone:...
Got it, murderer, surrender.
Zhu Fu Jingguang patted Tang Muqing's shoulder, but his voice was full of doubts, "Killing, escaping, and surrendering. I can understand that these three steps are put into the same case, but so fast?"
It hasn’t been an hour yet, right?
Are the psychological qualities of murderers these days so bad?
Conan: ...
The Shinigami primary school student looked at Director Ochiai who was kneeling on the ground with wide eyes, his eyes filled with disbelief.
How could this be possible!
How long has it been since he reasoned properly!
"This..." Officer Megure felt that he had been getting eye-catching a lot recently. He looked at Director Ochiai who was kneeling and crying and finally gathered his thoughts and started to talk about the crime. He couldn't help but secretly glance at the little Mouri next to him. Goro.
Feel……
The process isn't quite right, but it doesn't seem particularly wrong.
Rather than the detective running all over the place and running in the wrong direction, surrendering...it would be nicer to say it out loud.
In the story told by Director Ochiai, everyone gradually understood a story about killing a capitalist in order to protect a sacred art museum.
In the midst of grief, a laugh broke the heaviness.
Tang Muqing stood up quietly, glanced at Director Ochiai and then looked at Zhufu Jingguang, "Let's go."
The curator is not the owner of the art museum. The owner wants to sell the yard. The housekeeper goes out and stabs the buyer to death?
Although it is for sacred art, but...
Is there a difference between selling land and selling art?
Would a really smart person like him spend money to buy such a piece of art that is so overpriced and so easy to fail to sell? !
Zhu Fu Jingguang looked back at his good friend, said hello, then turned and left.
In the silence, Officer Memu’s eyes were bewildered, “Did he just laugh at you?”
"Of course." Matsuda Jinpei was chewing a cigarette. He was interrupted just as he was about to light it up. He could only chew on the unburned cigarette to enjoy himself. His tone was speechless, "Although he works at the Metropolitan Police Department, but... It seems that his greater identity is that of a capitalist."
However, he, a little policeman, could not sympathize with Director Ochiai, so he could only respect and wish him well.
Matsuda Jinpei waved his hand and trotted after him, "It's time to get off work. I'm going to take a ride home and grab some food!"
In the exhibition hall, Conan looked at Matsuda Jinpei's back with disappointment and envy, and even wanted to follow him.
There are many opportunities to meet Tang Muqing, but there is always no way to inquire.
Outside the art museum, there are all drivers and bodyguards.
As soon as Matsuda Jinpei ran out, he saw Morofushi Jingguang waiting at the door. A certain capitalist had already gotten in the car to escape the cold wind.
Matsuda lit the cigarette that he had been chewing for a long time and stood sideways beside Zhufu Jingguang, "You..."
"Me?" Zhu Fu Jingguang raised his eyebrows, "Didn't you say we wanted to eat Chinese food together? Do you plan to finish smoking this cigarette before going?"
Let the capitalists wait, Matsuda Jinpei is really good.
Matsuda Jinpei didn't take it seriously, put his arm around Zhu Fu Jingguang's shoulders, and said angrily, "I still can't figure it out."
"What?" Zhu Fu Jingguang touched the cigarette in his pocket, thought for a while but held it back, "What can't you figure out?"
"Zero has something to do with that person, and you have something to do with that person. How do you coexist peacefully?" Matsuda Jinpei frowned, and finally asked the question that had been bothering him for nearly a year, frowning Looking at Zhu Fu Jingguang, "I think even if the criminal organization picks you up, you won't do anything to your friends..."
Even if Tang Muqing overlord forced his bow, Hiro could castrate the opponent with one sword, or even castrate himself with one sword!
Zhu Fu Jingguang:...
Zhufu Jingguang looked at Matsuda Jinpei with difficulty in speaking, "Are you underage?"
Matsuda Jinpei:? ? ?
"Ah?" Matsuda Jinpei stared at Zhufu Jingguang with wide eyes, "Why do you treat me like a child? Of course I know what you mean, but I always feel... strange."
There was a strong sense of disobedience, which was even worse when he saw Tang Muqing's smiling face.
Although he knew that the other person was cold and cruel, he always had a vague intuition that told him that the other person was harmless to humans and animals.
Moreover, Hiro is too accommodating to the other party. Hiro seems to be gentle but is actually the most cruel. If Tang Muqing dares to threaten so many people's lives, Hiro will surely die together.
Zhu Fu Jingguang rubbed his curly hair and couldn't help but sigh, "I don't have any anger at being coerced. On the contrary, I think this is good. At least Zero is safe. As for me..."
I respect myself quite a lot, I don’t regard myself as cannon fodder, I don’t regard myself as a test subject, I live a normal life under my wings...
An ending that I dare not imagine.