"Is this the prisoner like this?" Mikako Sato held a pencil and sketch paper, and with a hint of uncertainty, she faced the "masterpiece" she had just completed to the children opposite.

"It's not like this at all..." Ai Mei's little loli was very depressed and felt that she was being fooled. She said something here for a long time to describe the appearance of the arsonist.

"What's this thing..." Yuan Tai said without hesitation.

"Is it a child's graffiti?" Mitsuhiko continued to finish the attack.

"I think what I draw is better than this one," Aviya said seriously.

"Do you want to let this child try?" Ai Haibara raised his hand and the good cat Meow King was calm and stern, with a serious and vicious tongue.

"Don't there be any professional painter?" Conan also wondered if the group was perfunctory by the Metropolitan Police Department.

"It's not that even cats are worse than cats..." Because I had contacted Conan and others in past cases, when Mizumatsu had no time to receive Conan, Memu police station sent Mikako Sato to deal with the children's intelligence.

Sato Mikako put her head on the table in frustration and complained: "It's because the painter asked for leave today, because his mother was sick and hospitalized."

‘So is there only one painter in the Metropolitan Police Department?’ Of course, Conan did not express his questions.

The young follower Takagi Suga and the second follower Shirato Ren Saburo, who seemed to have been idle all the time, came forward and picked up Sato Mikako's masterpiece and appreciated it.

"I can't hand this over to the search team..." Takagi said bluntly.

"Well... it has the style of 20th century abstract art..." Shiraki said it more tactfully.

"Then you guys come!" Sato Mikako's mouth opened slightly, revealing the steel teeth (?) that were clenched together, and the words squeezed out from the gaps.

"I can't do it either..."

"I'm better at impressionism..." Two people who were half a dozen of good things admitted their fear on the spot.

"By the way, where is the Mizuma Police Officer?" Conan asked unhappily.

For a moment, everyone in the Youth Detective Group was "poking" Conan.

"That guy Mizuma..." Sato Mikako's expression seemed to Mizumazu owed her two million dollars. "That guy went to visit the family members of Takawa Fifty Miles, so I'm here to receive you, but that guy should come back at this time."

"Someone is talking about me?" As soon as Shuijie arrived, Shuijie said with one foot into the transcript room.

In fact, Mikako Sato planned to treat these little kids in her office at the beginning. She did not take these little kids seriously due to the influence of Mizumatsu. However, these serious kids insisted on coming to the recording room, but Mikako Sato brought them here in a daze.

"Yes, these little kids haven't seen you for a long time and miss you." Mikako Sato answered deliberately as if she was distracted, and then asked back: "How about the family members of Fifty Miles?"

"The emotions are quite stable, but they hope to catch the prisoner and perform rituals for fifty miles." Mizumatsu's eyes dimly, and he replied truthfully. Then he focused on the transcripts of the little ghosts.

Mizumatsu glanced at it and saw the abstract masterpiece. He picked it up and looked at it, and actually said, "Hmm? The drawing is pretty good!"

Sato Mikako looked happy, but saw Mizumatsu saying to Yuanta: "Your drawing is pretty good."

Yuan... Yuanta, Sato Mikako's face froze directly. Obviously, for Mizumatsu, this painting is Yuanta's style.

Yuanta didn't think so. He felt that hanging the painting on his head was an insult to him, and he glared at 未分类.

Looking at Yuan Tai's appearance, Mizumatsu realized that this was not Yuan Tai's painting, and looked at Mitsuhiko with an incredible look: "You painted it? You can't tell it, a young man." The subtext is that your gentle and kind painting style is so rough.

Mitsuhiko shook her head politely. Now Mizumatsu was a little confused. She glanced at the three loligos Mihaihara Ai Vivia, but she didn't think about it at all. Finally, her eyes were fixed on Conan. Although she didn't say anything, her eyes directly revealed a mockery: Oh boy! Such a big man is like this?

Conan used his dead fish eyes to tell Mizumama that painting was not his work.

"Hey? Are you playing tricks on me, right? It's not you or you, you can't be that cat!" Mizumatsu had always been unhappy, and the successive problems made him angry.

"Are you two?" Mizumatsu suddenly remembered the two candidates, turned to look at Shirato and Takagi among the three colleagues, looking disbelief.

However, what finally made him feel that something was wrong was that Takagi's face was full of words: "Sir, you've gotten into trouble." Shiraki's face was filled with gloating smile: "Little girl, you're done now."

Mizumatsu looked at Mikako Sato, whose expression was still frozen on her face with a half-smile expression, took a deep breath, and said to herself: "It seems that the prisoner has news again, I have to go and see it." After that, he ran away, and in a few seconds he could not even hear the sound of footsteps.

Surprisingly, Mikako Sato did not get up and chase after him, but took a deep breath and calmed down. She said depressedly: "It's a pity that the portrait was taken away by that guy."

‘No, it’s useless even if it’s left behind.’ Everyone replied in their hearts.

On the other side of Mizumatsu, Mizumatsu kicked the abstract masterpiece into his pants, and saw that there were no pursuers behind him and turned straight into the office.

There is an oversized Tokyo map hanging in the office, which is twice as big as the map on the whiteboard of memories of that day. I don’t know which archive he dug it out.

Shui Jianyue marked the new arson point on the map, and the five locations before this had been circled in red circles. Various pencil lines could be vaguely seen on the map, but they had been wiped off. However, the method of committing the crime was not very clean, and many lines could be seen.

Looking at the map steadily, Shui Jianyue's eyes kept wandering in the six red circles. After a few minutes, she still had no idea and had to give up. She turned her head and walked out of the office with a sigh.
Chapter completed!