In this way, Mizumatsu and Ai Haibara seemed to have discussed it, chatting all the way without saying anything, leaving Conan with no interruption at all, and then he arrived at the intersection where Ayumi saw the murderer.

It had just rained and there was still a lot of mud on the ground, but a damage incident that had happened here before had washed away traces.

"It's here, because the direction of going home is different, so we separated here again." Azumi pointed to an intersection: "Then I walked along the intersection. When I reached this intersection, I heard someone shouting, "Help! Kill people! " There is also the sound of running."

"And then here, a man in a raincoat suddenly turned over from there and knocked me down. I screamed in fear at that time, and called everyone." Aomi explained.

"Yes, we heard Ai Mi's cry and rushed over." Mitsuhiko and others nodded and said.

"Well..." So there are no other clues?

Mikako Sato is answering a call, and Mizumaki is responsible for confirming the situation with the little ghosts.

"Well..." He looked at Mizumama with some fear, and Arimi nodded aggrievedly: "I'm sorry, I can't remember anything else."

"It's okay, you've done a good job." Mizumatsu saw Arimi's grievance and touched her head to comfort her, but it seemed to have a reverse effect. Mizumatsu felt that Arimi was so nervous that she seemed to have a stiff hair. Looking at her expression, she obviously wanted to run but didn't dare to run.

"In the hospital, the victim's wound has been bandaged, but the victim doesn't seem to see any characteristics of the murderer." Mikako Sato had finished calling and came over to Mizumatsu and said.

While Mizumaki turned around and talked to Sato Mikako, the little ghosts surrounded Arimi in the middle.

"Ami Arimi! Are you okay?"

"It's okay... I'm so scared... I thought I was going to be eaten. It's just as terrible as a murderer."

‘Haha…’Shui Jianyue feels that she will probably be a legend of children crying at night in this life.

"Ah! By the way!" Speaking of the murderer, Aomi suddenly remembered something. "After that man tripped by me, he seemed to have lost something and picked it up again. I heard the sound of jingling."

"What is it?" Sato Mikako asked.

"Well... I don't know, but I think it should be something with '5', right?" Ayumi said after thinking about it.

“5?”

"It may be s, but I feel it's more like 5," Ayumi explained. "After that person left, I found that there was a mark on my hand...but there was something strange on the ground, so I think it should be the thing that person picked up."

"Can you draw it?" Sato Mikako handed the detective manual and pen to Arimi.

Speaking of which, the criminal police manual is obviously a very important thing, but Mizumatsu and Mikako Sato have bad habits. One casually writes things on it or even tear paper, and the other does not hesitate to use it as straw paper. It is all careless and has to change the new manual in three or two days.

Don’t think that the criminal police manual can be thrown away after it is used up. After replacing the new one, the old one needs to be reviewed and installed.

The topic was off topic... Arimi had already drawn the pattern on the manual. Mizumatsu and Mikako Sato got together to read it. Conan had healed his scar and forgot the pain and was also cushioned on the side to see it, but Mizumatsu slapped back without any merciless slap.

The pattern of Arimi painting is indeed closer to 5, and the entire line is twisted like the outline of a shield.

"Is it a Superman pattern? Some people can't remember it clearly. It seems that it is not like this." Mikako Sato tried to remember the pattern on the chest of the person wearing red underwear back from her childhood memories.

"It shouldn't be Superman..." Mizumatsu took the manual: "Since it was printed on the hand, the actual pattern should be reversed." As he said that, he drew one next to the pattern drawn by Arimi.

"Why do I think it looks more familiar now?" Sato Mikako said suspiciously, touching her chin.

"I also think it looks familiar, I hope it's not a very common thing, otherwise this clue will be the same as nothing." Mizumatsu said worriedly.

Some people began to surround the alley. After all, Mizumatsu drove a police car directly over, and ordinary people would find it strange so they watched the fun.

At this time, Ai Mei suddenly sensed something and subconsciously turned her head to look at the crowd. She suddenly saw a hurriedly turning back and leaving.

"It's him, the murderer!" Azumi shouted suddenly, and the figure ran faster.

Mizumatsu and Mikako Sato locked in the figure in an instant. Before she could tell the little ghost to stand by, she chased the figure. The detective manual was too late to put it away and fell to the ground.

Conan took the opportunity to pick up the manual and observe the figure.

"It really looks familiar. What's the annoying thing?" Conan pulled his hair depressedly. He had a premonition that he was in the dark under the light.

In less than ten minutes, Mizumatsu and Mikako Sato were back. Mizumatsu's face was dark, while Mikako Sato was dejected.

"Didn't you catch up with the prisoner?" Mitsuhiko's eyes flashed with the meaning of "You are so useless", and she dared not express it.

"Hmph," Sato Mikako saw Mitsuhiko's subtext and said depressedly: "That guy got into the pedestrian street, there were too many people there..."

Mizumatsu didn't say anything, but he had already remembered the person's body shape completely, and there was still a chance next time.

"I believe I must have seen this pattern today." Yuantai's chat channel is completely different, and the problem with the pattern is that the delay seems to be a bit high.

"I also believe you must have seen this scene today. Where are you sitting today?" Mizumatsu walked over and pointed Yuan's fat butt with her toes. Not to mention, the "feet feeling" is very good.

"Ah! It's this pattern, but it's not that big!" As everyone's eyes moved to Yuantai's butt, Arimi pointed at Yuantai's butt and shouted. It turned out that the pattern that looked like 5 appeared on Yuantai's butt.

"How big is the pattern on your hand?" Sato Mikako remembered this question.

"It's probably only as big as a hundred yuan coin. It's here." Arimi said, and raised her right hand and pointed her left hand at the position of the mark.

"Hey, what is on your sleeve?" Conan grabbed Arimi's sleeve with sharp eyes.

Sure enough, there was a strip-shaped stain on Azumi's sleeve. At first Bumi didn't care, because she was knocked down, and mud spots were everywhere on her body.
Chapter completed!