Conan: Transmigrating into the Second Personality of Phantom Thief Kid

Chapter 292 Suicide Case

Roll, of course it is impossible to roll.

Even though he was frightened and hesitant, Oshiba Yuta hesitated for more than ten seconds, but followed, but this time he followed from a distance, like a small tail stalking and a stray dog ​​who was kicked and became vigilant.

After staring at the slovenly man back home, he paid special attention to the address and the business card of the residence. Then Yuta Oshiba rushed back to the police station and asked Soichi's Kishi police department for details.

The house number is: [Sacred Temple].

[The Shore Police Department is an old man who is about to retire. He is very kind, and many people who are not familiar with him mistake him for an overly kind old man.

But if someone really thinks so and tries to take advantage of it, they will definitely be bitten back.

Oshiba Yuta was tricked to Tokyo by such a seemingly kind old man.

In the completely unfamiliar Tokyo, he only knew the Kishi police department, and he could only hesitantly ask the police department, "Well, the case I went to handle today..."

The shore police department kindly pushed his water glass to him, "What's the matter? Come on, don't worry, just drink some water and talk about it."

It is an incredible event for a police department to treat a rookie so kindly. It is so incredible that the police station will immediately become a beehive, and everyone will be buzzing about the background of the rookie.

When the average person walks with the wind and communicates by shouting and working overtime, Souyi explodes when he loses his temper. This is even more unbelievable and almost apocalyptic.

When Oshiba Yuta came to work on the first day, a colleague asked bluntly: "Excuse me, are you the son of the current prime minister, and you came to search for one? It's too hard to think about it."

Every gift has a price. Oshiba Yuta slowly realized the bitterness of the beheaded queen, and he took the teacup cautiously, "That Mr. Jingji said, said he was a murderer."

"Excuse me, is this true?"

"Mr. Shensi?" The police station on the shore was startled, and then laughed, "Oh, you are talking about the guy at the gate."

Oshiba Yuta subconsciously repeated: "Demon? Devil?"

"Is it his nickname? It's a good nickname!"

Recalling the man's eyes that swept over to look at the dead thing and the light "I'm a murderer", he shivered involuntarily, and repeated, "It's a good nickname."

The shore police department still smiled, "No, no, it's not a nickname. If you mean the guy who went his own way at the crime scene today, his surname is Damen."

"[Shensi] is on the house number, just because his lover's surname is Shensi."

He thought for a while, his brows were frowned, and he was kindly troubled, "You young people may find it inexplicable, but sometimes, some people who have lost their families worry that their ghosts will not be able to find their way home when they come back."

"So his house number is the temple, well, it's not too important, anyway, you will know from him in the future, let's talk about it at that time."

As he said that, the shore police department asked again with a smile: "How do you feel today? Isn't it incredible?"

"The guy at the gate is even more sensitive than Ah Hua. He can tell the murderer's crimes in full after walking around the murder scene. More than one murderer turned pale with fright, 'How do you know?!'."

Ah Hua is a drug detection dog.

"But," Oshiba Yuta was not fooled by the dough-like kindness, he didn't pay attention to whether the man's surname was Shinji or Damon, and asked in one breath, "Mr. Jinji Daimon said that he killed his wife. "

"is this real?"

The shore police department stopped laughing.

He stood up and paced back and forth a few times, "How about this, today's bathroom case is just a text message report, right? Go and take notes."

"Don't worry, you just need to narrate what happened from your perspective. Everyone is used to it."

"After finishing the record," the shore police department pondered, "don't go yet, go to the file room to have a look."

"What you want to know is in the archives."

He looked deeply at Oshiba Yuta, "Do you still remember the first time we met?"

"I was deeply impressed by your stubborn determination that the deceased definitely did not commit suicide by leaving a suicide note, but was killed after being forced to leave a suicide note."

"That's why I tried my best to transfer you to Tokyo."

"Go to the archives and take a look. After reading it, you will probably understand the purpose of my sending you to search."]

Archives are awe-inspiring places.

Layers upon layers of shelves and various file folders were intertwined and piled up in the small room. The distance between the shelves was pitifully small, just enough to accommodate a normal-sized adult man.

Whenever there is a case that requires multiple people to search for documents, the archives room will instantly become a construction site doing hard work.

There is no way, Nihong stubbornly rejects technological progress, and even more rejects the evolution of power brought about by technological progress.

After recording the statement, Oshiba Yuta got into the archives room and stared at the suffocating shelves in a daze. A colleague kindly reminded him that the files he needed to see were on the shelf in the deepest part of the room.

There were a lot of folders on that shelf, but it wasn't full, and it was surprisingly friendly compared to the other full shelves.

The folders are arranged in chronological order, and the clips are colorful, and there seems to be a certain pattern.

Oshiba Yuta casually pulled out a file in a yellow folder.

This was a criminal case that happened in a Shibuya coffee shop. At the first glance, he noticed a name marked under the thick title.

[[Damon Kazuya].

The moment he saw this name, although the Kishibe Police Department did not say the full name of the mysterious man, Oshiba Yuta still got it right.

He was stunned, and subconsciously took out another folder and opened it, and found that there was still a marked name under the title: [Damen Kazuya].

Not just one or two copies, even three, four, five...

Every piece that Oshiba Yuta pulled out.

Every time he opened a document, he could see this name, as if every document and every case on this shelf was related to that person.

He subconsciously took half a step back, leaning his back against the wall, and couldn't help raising his head, looking up and down the shelf stuffed with layers of documents.

"This……"

Are all cases broken by [Damon Kazuya]?
It must not be the case committed by that guy. If that guy can commit so many cases, even if he has superpowers, the family members of the victims will swarm him and execute him on the spot. They will not let him still get away with bullying the novice police officer .

That can only be a broken case.

A case that can break two-thirds of the shelves...

Da Chaixiong couldn't help being speechless, "It's amazing."

He instantly reconciled with the impolite guy who was beaten up unilaterally, "It turns out he's a genius, no wonder."

A rude guy is disgusting, but a rude genius is admirable. 】

After reversing his mentality, Oshiba Yuta looked through several case files, and gradually discovered the color pattern of the case files: the red clip is a murder case in the bathroom, the yellow clip is a homicide that looks like suicide, and the green clip is a homicide that the police have determined from the beginning. case of case.

On the shelf, the yellow clips are the most, the green clips are the least, and the red clips are squeezed high in the top row.

Obviously, the red clip is special, and Kazuya Daimon is also special.

But Oshiba Yuta doesn't quite understand: why is it special?

Every document on the bookshelf is sorted in chronological order, except for the obviously special red document, the earliest time of the yellow-green document is 12 years ago, and the latest time is one month ago.

The case file included detailed personal information on the victim, the murderer, and the police officer handling the case, among which was Kazuya Damon.

In the earliest document, Kazuya Daimon is 16 years old, and in the latest document, Kazuya Daimon is 28 years old.

In this regard, Oshiba Yuta was dumbfounded after roughly counting the case files that simply occupied Kazuya Daimon for 12 years.

"That, that guy is only 28 years old?! He looks completely decadent like a 38-year-old man! Walking on the street, he will always receive poor charity from young women! Why is he only 28 years old?!"]

[The red folders listed separately are also arranged in chronological order.

The most recent document is a bathroom suicide case three months ago, and the special note of the police is: [It is a suicide, not suspicious].

The farthest document is a bathroom suicide case ten years ago. The police’s special annotations are for different time periods, obviously more than one investigation: [It is a suicide, no suspicious. ]
[After more than a month of detailed investigation, nothing suspicious. ]
[Restart investigation, nothing suspicious. ]
This case file is a bit strange. Oshiba Yuta went through the directory, police registration, case registration, case receipt and other information, and found the information of the deceased.

The deceased was a young woman, her ID photo was pasted on the information, she raised her lips and showed a youthful and childish smile to the camera.

There is a bold name on the left, Oshiba Yuta looked over:
[Shrine bell tone]. 】

　This setting is so typical of Japanese dramas, so typical that when I wrote it, I could think of countless police crime dramas, forensic dramas, lawyer dramas, and even medical dramas...

　　
　
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