Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator

"Is Mr. Maori stuck with something important?"

The other party suddenly changed the subject, and Banba Laitai didn't think much about it and answered directly: "There was an explosion in 3-chome just now. His daughter was injured and he had to take her to the hospital, so he didn't come."

The other party was silent for a few seconds, then nodded slowly.

"Well, when a child is hurt, a father does feel bad."

The host, Lai Tai, felt that his tone had a hint of empathy, and under the influence of alcohol, he curiously asked some offensive questions.

"You should be married, right? How old is your child? Middle school?"

"Do not."

The man opposite blinked his emerald green eyes.

"My child has been working for several years. I came to Japan this time just to visit him."

Chapter 313: Passers-by in the Chaos (Part )

Are all the kids working?

Banjo Lai Tai was stunned and subconsciously looked at the other person's appearance again.

Because he had no beard, the man in front of him looked younger than his actual age - when they first started talking, Banba Lai Tai even thought that the other person was younger than him - he didn't expect to get such an answer.

"You got married pretty early, then."

The host, Lai Tai, laughed dryly, picked up the fork and stuffed a few bites of food into his mouth, intending to skip the topic.

"Speaking of which, I still don't know your name."

After swallowing the food, Mrs. Lai suddenly remembered that she had talked so much with this man, gave him her business card, and even revealed almost everything about him, but she still didn't even know his name.

"I'm……"

The person opposite was about to speak, but at this moment, he suddenly looked towards the door, and then a panicked male voice came from outside.

"——Oh no! There's a strange box over there emitting white smoke! It's a bomb that's about to explode!!!"

The guests in the restaurant were startled when they heard the sound. Many of them knew about the recent bombings in Tokyo. They all showed expressions of fear, dropped the cutlery in their hands, and fled in all directions!

In just a blink of an eye, the only person left in the restaurant was the black-haired man sitting opposite the host Raita.

"..."

The black-haired, green-eyed man looked around, put down his knife and fork helplessly and stood up. He walked to the cashier counter, paused for a moment, took out a few banknotes and put them under a conspicuous ornament, then pushed the door and walked out of the restaurant.

There were also people running around on the streets. The man turned his eyes and quickly found the so-called "bomb".

A courier box was placed under a tree. The opening of the box was not sealed and bursts of white smoke were coming out. After a few seconds, there was a "pop" sound, and several colorful strips and sequins sprayed out from inside.

"Hahahaha! What a bunch of idiots! You're scared away!"

In the alley, a young thug with dyed hair was laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his back. It was obvious that he was the culprit. The scene of the crowd fleeing in all directions just now amused him.

The black-haired, green-eyed man glanced at the face with a thoughtful expression, but he did not rush over to grab the man or call the police out of kindness. He turned and walked across the street.

He walked a few dozen meters, found a low-key black car, opened the back door and got in.

The driver saw his master coming back and drove away without saying anything. He also witnessed the commotion outside and knew the police would be here at any time.

And their identities are obviously not suitable for being questioned by the police.

After driving for a while and hearing no more sirens nearby, the old butler who was in charge of driving finally spoke up: "Sir, did another murder happen nearby just now?"

"That wasn't the case this time," Goldwasser said. "It was a fake bomb planted by a street thug."

He paused, not knowing what he was thinking about, with a hint of helplessness between his brows.

"I wanted to see what kind of friends he would make here, but I didn't see any. I'm really not suitable for cultivating parent-child relationships..."

The old butler drove in silence, without making any comment on his master's words.

Goldwasser stared out the window and saw dark clouds covering the area at some point, and a rainstorm could come at any time.

……

In an apartment building in Nerima District.

Today, Miwa Kazuya slept until the afternoon again, and was awakened by a loud noise of something falling in the bedroom.

He initially thought it was an earthquake, so he jumped out of bed and ran a few steps, then he realized that the ground beneath his feet was not shaking. He looked at the closed door and opened it hesitantly.

The lights were off in the living room. Aoyagi Binguang was sitting on the sofa watching TV, and in front of him...

"........."

Miwa Kazuya glanced at the thick sandalwood table that was split in half in the middle, then looked at Aoyagi Binguang's hand that was resting on his knee, which was completely uninjured. His heart trembled and he silently took a step back.

Aoyagi Binguang noticed his movements and said apologetically, "Sorry, I will buy a sturdier table next time."

Sanwa Kazuya hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "What happened to you just now?"

"Nothing." Aoyagi Binguang said calmly, "I just suddenly felt a bit nauseous, like when I was halfway through eating chocolate and found myself holding a half-cockroach in my hand."

This metaphor successfully disgusted Kazuya Miwa.

He turned his head to watch TV. The background of the screen was a large group of people holding various banners. The female host was interviewing a young man with a decent appearance and a righteous face.

Before Miwa Kazuya could hear what they were saying, Aoyagi Binkou picked up the remote control and changed the channel.

The new channel was also broadcasting the news, but the background was changed to Beika Town. A police car was parked in front of a restaurant, and a young man with black curly hair and sunglasses was squatting under a tree, carefully examining a cardboard box.

Miwa Kazuya recognized it as Matsuda Jinpei at first sight.

"The rice flower scene is quite chaotic today," said Aoyagi Akimitsu. "In addition to the explosion in 3-chome, there were also street thugs who took the opportunity to cause trouble, placing prank bombs on the streets to deliberately cause panic."

Kazuya Miwa fell silent as he watched the male police officer on TV whom he had met once a few years ago.

No matter how many pranks happen, as police officers, once they receive a call, they must immediately arrive at the scene to investigate. They must have a lot of work to do these days.

Thinking of how he felt when he worked overtime in the past, Sanlun Heya felt a little sympathetic, but after a few seconds, he put these emotions behind him - those people had nothing to do with him, and now he was hungry and needed to eat.

After washing up, Miwa Kazuya walked out of the bathroom. He looked at the only dining table in the living room that had been destroyed and fell silent again.

"…It doesn't seem convenient here. I want to go to a nearby convenience store to eat something." He made a request carefully, "Do you want me to bring you something?"

Qing Liu Bin didn't even look at him and replied directly: "No need."

He paused and added, "You can go to places like that if you want in the future. I won't restrict your personal freedom. Remember to bring an umbrella. It's going to rain soon."

Miwa Kazuya laughed dryly and said "I know". The moment he turned around and completely faced away from Aoyagi Akimitsu, his expression finally relaxed.

He changed his shoes at the entrance, picked up an umbrella, and left the dark and dreary room behind him.

Before he had taken a few steps, Sanlun Heya noticed a courier standing at the door of his next-door neighbor's house.

The courier didn't know how long he had been knocking on the door, looking very embarrassed. He noticed that the door of the next door suddenly opened, and he looked over with surprise.

"Excuse me, do you know where this family has gone? I delivered it once last night, and this is my second time, but no one answered."

Miwa Kazuya shook his head: "I don't know, I just moved here not long ago, I'm not familiar with them."

This was not a lie because he was afraid of trouble, but he really didn't know. In his impression, the young woman next door seemed to be a single mother. He called her "wife", but he had never seen her husband once, and it seemed that she didn't have a job.

Seeing the courier's frustrated look, Miwa Kazuya tried to give some advice: "Is it a very valuable item? If it's an ordinary item, you can leave it at the door. The security here is good and there are not many thieves."

The courier refused with a wry smile: "This is an international delivery, and you must sign for it in person."

Now Sanlun Heya was helpless. He was about to say goodbye to the unlucky courier, but he saw the other party put down the cardboard box, picked up a smaller box at his feet and walked towards him.

"By the way, sir, here is another express delivery for your family, please sign for it."

Sanlun He also had the habit of online shopping. He raised his hand to take the box, and was stunned for a moment when he saw the information of the items on it.

"…Tie clip?"

He didn't buy this.

Chapter 314: Red and Black in the Bureau (Part )

At 4 o'clock in the afternoon that day, a rainstorm swept across Tokyo.

Morobushi Keimitsu, who had just returned to the Metropolitan Police Department, stood by the window. He watched with his own eyes as the rain outside got heavier and heavier, and the rain slid down the window like a waterfall.

"Tsk, rainy days are such a hassle."

Hearing the familiar male voice, Zhu Fujingguang turned around and saw Matsuda Jinping, with a head of wet curly hair and sporadic raindrops splashing on the lenses of his sunglasses, striding into the meeting room.

Sato Miwako, who had returned early, was waiting for others. Seeing that he was wet, she quickly handed him a dry towel.

"Thanks."

Jinpei Matsuda took it, took off his sunglasses and put them in his chest pocket, then took a towel and started to wipe his hair.

He wiped slowly and steadily, and Miwako Sato knew it was not serious. She waited until he put down the towel before asking, "Matsuda, what's going on there?"

When talking about this, Matsuda Jinpei's face without sunglasses was full of dissatisfaction: "They were all fake bombs, set by street thugs who wanted to take advantage of the chaos to rob stores. I have already arrested the guy."

As he spoke, he glanced around and said, "Is Officer Megure not back yet?"

"He wants to take a statement for Conan-kun. The kid said that he may have seen other important clues on the day of the sniper attack."

Matsuda Jinpei naturally knew who were involved in the real explosion at Beika 3-chome. By the way, he also recalled the scene he saw a few days ago and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Oh, it's that kid."

He didn't ask any further questions, and Sato Miwako ended the topic.

She looked at the heavy rain outside the window and felt a little worried. She took out her cell phone and planned to call Takagi Shigeru's group to ask when they would be back.

Seeing that she was busy, Jinpei Matsuda threw the towel on the table and suddenly walked towards Keimitsu Morobushi.

"Where is your junior?"

He took out a cigarette from his inside pocket, lit it, and asked lazily.

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at his friend smoking and said helplessly, "Because he intervened in the public protest without authorization, he was called back by the management officer as soon as we returned to the Metropolitan Police Department. I also have to write a self-criticism."

Matsuda Jinpei chuckled: "I saw the news. That guy even accepted an interview with the media. He's really brave."

Zhu Fujingguang could tell that he was "gloating" - because the situation was serious, the Metropolitan Police Department did not disclose the progress of the investigation to the outside world, and no senior dared to let reporters in. As a result, this junior just approached eagerly.

"How's the progress on your side?" asked Jinpei Matsuda after he finished laughing.