Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator

For example, he is now playing an old lady, so he has the hobbies of the elderly: gardening, cutting newspapers, collecting some waste in the eyes of young people and piling it up at the doorstep, nagging his grandson to the neighbors from time to time, and even...

Miwa Kazuya secretly glanced at a bag next to the sofa, from which several thin knitting needles and balls of wool of different colors were sticking out.

——In order to be more like an old lady, he would even knit sweaters by himself. Even if he was the only person in the room who knew his true identity, he would act seriously and do the whole thing!

A few slices of toast and bacon were quickly finished. At this time, the TV news had not yet ended and was broadcasting the news that the FBI would come to assist in the investigation.

After filling his stomach, Miwa Kazuya took the plate back to the kitchen. He picked up a simple watering can (made by Aoyagi Akimitsu from discarded plastic bottles) and went to the door to water the plants.

The closed door blocked out the sounds from inside. The afternoon sun fell on Miwa Kazuya. He felt the breeze blowing in his face and breathed a sigh of relief.

This apartment has a good location, a 15-minute walk from the station. There is another row of single-family buildings across the street in front of the door, and the balcony faces a taller apartment.

Miwa Kazuya moved slowly. He first squatted in front of the flower pots and fiddled with the leaves, then stood up and patiently watered them one by one.

"Mr. Lu Ren?"

A female voice suddenly came from the side.

Miwa Kazuya was already very used to this last name, and when he heard someone calling him, he turned around immediately.

I saw a young woman standing at the door next door, her hand on the door handle, as if she was about to go out. A boy about 3 years old stood at her feet, holding up her skirt and looking at him curiously.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Irino." Miwa Kazuya greeted, "Are you guys going out?"

"Yes, there is a food tasting event at a nearby cooking class. I want to take Xiao Che to have a look."

The young woman smiled reservedly. She had an elegant temperament, like a well-educated lady from a noble family, but her clothes were very simple, all old styles from several years ago.

Miwa Kazuya watched his neighbor leave. He looked at the flower pots carefully again, making sure that each one had been watered before returning indoors.

As soon as he entered, Qingliu Binguang's voice suddenly came from not far away.

"Who were you talking to outside just now?"

"Mrs. Irino next door."

Miwa Kazuya quickly answered his question and added, "It seems that she plans to take her children to participate in the food tasting event of the new cooking class that opened in 4-chome."

He was a little curious about the place and wanted to go and take a look. He heard that the owner of the classroom was a well-known female culinary researcher and the food should be delicious.

However, as this thought was turning over his mind, he heard Aoyagi Akiko speak again:

"It seems that her luck is not very good."

This sentence seemed to be spoken casually, without any malice, but it made Sanwa Kazuya stunned.

Aoyagi Akimitsu looked towards him. From a distance, Miwa Kazuya couldn't tell what was in those eyes.

"Are you interested in that place?" Black's teammate said gently, "Let's go there later. It's not very safe outside recently."

……Why?

Miwa Kazuya lowered his head and felt himself pursing his lips hard, his upper teeth biting his lower lip.

After a few seconds, he said in his most normal voice:

"I see."

He still didn't ask any more questions.

Chapter 305: The Tainted Hero (Part )

Inside the Metropolitan Police Department, the meeting is still going on.

Seeing that most people's eyes were on the chess piece that was almost identical to the one at the explosion site, Judy began to explain the case:

"The incident happened on the street at night, on the edge of a community with poor security, so it was initially classified as a common shooting."

"But when the local police visited to investigate the identity of the victim, Brian Woods' neighbor mentioned that he had seen Hunter visit his home a few days ago and the two had an argument in the yard."

Miwako Sato frowned slightly: "What are they arguing about?"

"The neighbor was about to go out and didn't listen carefully. He just heard that it seemed like Woods rejected one of Hunter's requests," Judy replied.

"Does he want him to publish a report to clear his reputation?" Megure Jusan guessed.

“This cannot be determined for the time being.”

Judy shook her head, and then she continued, "Because Brian Woods has offended many people, even if Hunter had a dispute with him, he was just one of the suspects. But when the Seattle police tried to summon him for questioning, they found that he was missing."

As she spoke, she posted a report written entirely in English on the whiteboard. Takagi Wataru felt dizzy after taking a few glances at it, but Morifushi Keimitsu read it carefully.

"Not only that, they also found out that Hunter had a terminal illness. This was his diagnosis, and he only had six months to live. Most of the money in his bank account was transferred out on the night of the incident, leaving only a little to barely support his life."

This time it was Matsuda Jinpei who raised the question: "I remember you mentioned earlier that he lost most of his assets due to failed investments. Is that the money he had left in his savings?"

"no."

Judy gave a negative answer, and her expression became more serious: "It was his wife who died of an overdose. A lawyer contacted him and other victims and fought the case for them for free, and finally demanded compensation."

Matsuda Jinpei raised his eyebrows: "Oh, I never thought that in the United States, where profit is paramount, there are such selfless lawyers?"

Judy vaguely felt that this was a troublesome thorn. She glanced at Aoyagi Binguang, but didn't say much about it and jumped directly into the next topic.

"That's the weirdest part of the case. The drug company paid at least $6 million to all the victims, and he got $260 million, but he transferred at least $250 million to a foreign account."

Zhu Fu Jingguang's expression was stern: "Is it a Japanese account?"

“…No, it’s actually from Russia.”

Judy's voice turned awkward.

"The owner of that account was a suspicious person that the FBI had been investigating for nearly a year. He was suspected of helping illegal immigrants to forge their identities in several cases... Because he was an FBI target, he was not officially handed over to the FBI until two weeks after the incident, which was last week."

"When we first took over the case, the FBI internally judged that Hunter might have commissioned this person to help him create a fake identity and go abroad to live. After preliminary screening, we believe that the highest possibility is that he came to Japan."

The previous introduction is just a summary, and now we will get to the point.

Zhu Fu Jingguang frowned slightly as he watched Judy quickly paste three photos of people on the whiteboard.

"This person is..."

When Takagi Wataru saw the photo on the far left, his eyes widened.

"Fujinami Hiroaki, the victim of the Suzuki Tower sniper attack yesterday." Judy introduced, "He was the unscrupulous real estate agent who introduced Hunter to a low-quality property a few years ago, which directly led to his investment failure."

With the grudge between them and the same relics, it is no wonder that Hunter's suspicion has suddenly become the highest.

“And there’s more.”

Sensing the subtle atmosphere of the scene, Judy paused and pointed to two other photos: "This man named Moriyama Jin is the fiancé who abandoned Hunter's sister. The captain Jack Waltz who reported Hunter at the time moved to Japan with his family after retiring and opened a car rental company."

"If Hunter is indeed the criminal and intends to continue killing people, the possibility of attacking these two people is very high."

She looked towards the left side of the conference table and said, "We are outsiders after all. The two of them have lived in Japan for many years. If we want to find out where they are and protect them, I can only ask you to investigate."

This made sense and even Matsuda Jinpei, who had a bad temper, nodded seriously. Then he asked the key point.

"Those missing soldiers, are they connected to him?"

"This one……"

Judy looked a bit embarrassed. "We haven't found out the specific relationship between them yet, but what we can be sure of is that those missing soldiers also participated in the Middle East war."

These words stunned several Japanese policemen and public security officers. At this moment, Akai Shuichi, who had remained silent before, suddenly spoke.

"There is one more thing I should tell you. The one who shot Hunter on the battlefield was not the enemy, but his comrade-in-arms, named Bill Murphy. Murphy was Waltz's subordinate. According to him, his shot at Hunter's head was an accident."

The corner of Matsuda Jinpei's mouth twitched. He ignored the look from Megure Jusan who was sitting a seat away and said in a gloomy tone, "Oh? An unexpected accident?"

"Yes. Murphy also died earlier this year. A reversing car knocked him into the garden, and the fence pierced his body. By the time others found him, he had bled to death. This accident was also classified as an accident."

Shuichi Akai didn't pay attention to Jinpei Matsuda's subtle tone. He maintained his usual calm style and finished talking about this seemingly related accident.

Seeing Akai Shuichi finished speaking, Judy finally posted the last three photos in her hand:

"Hunter himself does not understand Japanese and has never been to Japan before. He may seek help from these three people when he is operating here."

"One is Hunter's former instructor, who now runs a motorcycle shop; one is an old friend, who is said to have been saved by Hunter on the battlefield; and the last one is..."

Judy paused slightly and looked at Aoyagi Binguang again.

"——Current advisor to Yokosuka Military Base, the commander of that war, Mark Spencer."

When Aoyagi Binguang heard this name, his expression remained calm.

……

The impromptu meeting is over.

"We will immediately issue a wanted warrant for Hunter." Megure Juzo said to several FBI agents.

"Sorry to trouble you all."

Robert Otto was helping Judy pack up documents. Hearing this, he nodded politely to them.

Zhu Fu Jingguang did not get up in a hurry. He looked at the whiteboard with a few photos that had not been collected, and recalled the information he had just obtained in the meeting, with a solemn expression.

"Senior." The junior sitting next to him suddenly spoke.

Zhu Fujing looked over and saw this junior pointing at the two FBI agents standing in front of the whiteboard and quietly asked, "Senior, do you know the long-haired FBI agent with a fierce look in his eyes?"

His eyes were fierce, and without any hesitation, Morofushi Keimitsu was sure that the junior referred to was Akai Shuichi, and not Aoyagi Akimitsu who was standing next to him with the same long hair.

"We've dealt with each other before."

Zhu Fu Jingguang answered in a low voice.

He did not explicitly say that the other party was an undercover agent of the organization. After all, on the first day of this junior's employment, his father, Zhu Fujingguang, one of his superiors in the public security department, reminded him to try not to let this young man get in touch with the organization's affairs.

No matter what.

"What do you think of Hunter?"

While they were talking, Shuichi Akai was also talking to someone not far away.

"The person who is currently the most suspicious." Aoyagi Akimitsu gave an answer that could not be faulted.

Shuichi Akai lit a cigarette after the meeting. There were many heavy smokers in places like the Metropolitan Police Department, and no one would blame him for smoking here.

At this moment, he held a cigarette between his fingers, and through the slowly rising smoke, he stared at the weathered face of the middle-aged man in the photo: