Conan: I've been linked to the tech tree system.

Finally, he lowered his head.

"Quickly tell us the whereabouts of your two accomplices. If you cooperate with us now, we might be able to reduce your sentence," Toru Tono suddenly said.

"Accomplice?"

"Yes, he couldn't have killed his wife for no reason, could he? I think it's because he colluded with the robbers in the bank robbery, and he was afraid of being reported to the police, so he killed her, right?"

"How did you know?" Sato asked curiously.

Tohno Toru opened the photo album on the table, which had several red circles drawn on it.

"The ink is still fresh, so it seems that the victim made an appointment with Officer Sato to report these 'kidnapper friends' who knew the couple."

With a thud, Masao knelt on the ground and tearfully confessed his crimes.

Chapter 119: Why is there still someone stirring things up?

Shinji Kamijou, who only came to temporarily act as a leader, left as soon as the case was over, coming and going like the wind.

Inspector Megure, who finally returned, took Sato to celebrate their victory, leaving Takagi, who looked resigned, to take statements from everyone.

Children talk all at once, making a lot of noise and lacking logic, which makes them very difficult to record.

Tohno Toru couldn't stay any longer, so he finished explaining his situation and left.

Even so, when I went out, I saw the sunset hidden behind the tall buildings.

He got in the car, started the engine, but didn't go home.

I lifted the hem of the loose coat and searched carefully. Sure enough, I found a locator inside that was flashing red.

Looking back on today's events, everyone except Conan and Takagi was at a safe social distance.

Could it be Conan?

No, there is another person who is suspect.

Tohno Toru recalled how Shinji Kamijou patted him on the shoulder when they first met.

At the time, I felt that the action was very abrupt. Now that I think about it, it was probably to cover up the fact that he was sticking a tracker on his body with his other hand.

It seems he's the one Amuro Tooru was talking about...

After thinking for a while, he used his white phone to dial the number left by Amuro Tooru.

......

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye!" The subordinate bowed at a 45-degree angle.

Shinji Ichijo put on his usual dark gray suit, tightened the red hair tie on his hand, and left his desk.

He was already used to his subordinates' obsequiousness. After all, he was a graduate of the Faculty of Law at the University of Tokyo, and was privately known as the "Gold Watch Group." After passing the first-class civil service exam, he worked at the Metropolitan Police Department for a few months before being promoted to the National Police Agency as the Assistant Chief of the General Affairs Section, earning the title of "the youngest superintendent in thirty years." He had escaped frontline work, which was indeed unimaginable for ordinary people.

The only thing I'm unhappy about is not being able to go to the security planning section, which I really wanted to attend.

Logically speaking, he has every reason to be proud and should be living a very leisurely life.

By gradually accumulating seniority, one can eventually be promoted naturally, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, become the island nation's youngest police chief or inspector, or run for office after the age of 26 and become a member of parliament.

Unfortunately, it is precisely because his position increases with age that he feels increasingly like he is walking on thin ice.

Because he was able to become a police inspector at such a young age, it wasn't just his own merit.

Shinji Ichijo walked out of the police headquarters and got into his Toyota, which he had specially modified for the windows.

The car windows were specially modified to resemble those of a limousine, making it impossible to see inside from the outside.

As usual, I checked the ashtray, the back of the rearview mirror, the drawers... all the places most likely to hide listening devices or tracking devices. Only after finding nothing did I feel relieved enough to open a black app on my phone.

The entire interface consists of only a single striking red dot and a string of numbers indicating the exact location.

A smile played at the corner of his mouth.

......

Following Amuro Tooru's instructions, Tohno Tooru arrived at a Western restaurant that he would never go to before.

"Welcome!" The waitress in the short skirt greeted us sweetly.

Instead of habitually going to an inconspicuous corner, I found a seat by the window.

I casually flipped through the menu and ordered a medium-rare filet mignon and some side dishes.

After thinking about it, I added borscht.

While waiting, I turned on the infrared function of my glasses and looked outside.

'One, two...'

He silently counted the number of police officers lying in ambush outside; it was unexpectedly large.

It seems Amuro Tooru is taking this operation very seriously.

But then again, if it really is that person... a police inspector in his early twenties is indeed a big fish.

Of course, Toru Tono did not reveal the person's specific identity to Toru Amuro, only stating that someone had placed a tracking device on him.

It's extremely rare for an organization to place an undercover agent within the police force... He had his own plans.

"Your steak."

"Thank you."

Nodding in thanks, the main courses were placed on the table one after another.

I picked up the knife and fork rather clumsily, cut off a small piece of beef, and put it in my mouth. I could feel the juices bursting in my mouth. It was tender and juicy, yet I couldn't taste any beefy smell. It was unexpectedly delicious.

I couldn't resist cutting another piece, this time adding amaranth and sprinkling it with sea salt, resulting in a completely different taste.

I ate at a leisurely pace, watching the clouds drift by outside the window.

"jingle"

The wind chimes swayed gently near the door, producing a crisp and melodious sound.

"welcome."

The waiter bowed mechanically again, his sweet smile unchanged.

When a new guest walked in, Tohru Tono wanted to bury his head in his hands.

"Tousang?"

The newcomer quickly noticed his speechless expression and walked over with some surprise.

"Ah, Ran, it's been so long. And Conan too."

A man and a woman, one tall and one short, not a very classic duo.

There should also be a Sonoko or Kogoro Mouri, right? Why aren't they here?

Ran found it a little funny to see him looking around at her. "Today, Dad is out because he had a work engagement and I promised Conan I'd treat him to something nice, so we're out eating."

"I see... Speaking of which, Conan, weren't you still giving a statement at the Metropolitan Police Department? How come you're out so quickly?"

"After all, there was only one case... If they hadn't been so long-winded, it would have ended much faster than yours..." Conan's "long-winded" was, of course, referring to his lively friends. "Honestly, why didn't they wait until we finished before leaving together? It made me waste time accompanying Professor Agasa to take them home one by one..."

"Conan—, you're not allowed to talk to adults like that." Ran placed her hand on Conan's head and scolded him.

"Yes, yes." Conan rolled his signature dead fish eyes.

"Speaking of which, Tousang, you're all here alone. Didn't you go home for dinner?"

"Because my sister also had to go out for some business, it seems there's nothing ready to eat at home, and I'm too lazy to cook... so..." Tohru Tohru shrugged.

Actually, when he took out the locator, he told Tachibana Maya that he wouldn't be coming home for dinner, and she complained to him about it.

"What a coincidence!" Xiaolan glanced at the surrounding tables. Since it was dinner time, all the seats near the window were full, leaving only the seats near the kitchen and bathroom.

Can we share a table?

Tohru Tono's table is quite large.

"..." Tohno looked at Conan, who was scanning the restaurant even while eating, with a curious expression on his face, and thought about what might happen next, so he was reluctant to agree.

But refusing might only arouse the suspicion of this highly sensitive detective...

"Of course." He still invited them to sit down.

Tohru Tono moved the dishes he had laid out on the table closer to himself, so that they only occupied about half of the table surface.

Ran took the menu from the waiter, thanked him, and began studying it with Conan.

Chapter 120 The quality of police officers is worrying.

Halfway through the meal, Conan suddenly tugged at Ran's hand.

"Sister Xiaolan, I need to go to the restroom."

Xiaolan put down her knife and fork and looked at him in confusion. "Didn't we just have dinner at home?"

"...It must be because I drank too much plum juice."

Conan shifted the blame onto the appetizers prepared by the restaurant.

"Then shall I take you there?"

The restaurant was quite crowded at this time, with all sorts of people, and Xiaolan was worried about leaving the child alone.

"No need, let Tou-gege take me there?"

Conan tries to get away with being cute.

"Oh my, Conan can be shy too." Ran teased with a laugh, then looked at Tohru Tono across from her with a smile, "Then I'll leave it to Tohru-san?"

"no problem."

I'm a little annoyed that this is brought up during a meal, but Conan's so-called "going to the restroom" has never actually happened.

Ran made way for Conan, who was sitting by the window, and Toru Tono got up and went into the restroom with him.

There was no one in the bathroom, so Conan jumped up and turned on the tap, speaking under the cover of the running water to prevent anyone from eavesdropping.