On the rooftop, Shui Jianyue was lying on the railing, fiddling with her cell phone boredly.

The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Building has eighteen floors on the ground and four floors on the underground building. At night at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, you can vaguely see the lights of the imperial palace.

The low small door sandwiched between the Imperial Palace and the Metropolitan Police Department is the legendary Sakurada Gate, and the Metropolitan Police Department is called Sakurada Gate because it is too close to this gate.

The memories have ended in a long dispute, and there is no special progress in terms of the results. Sure enough, some things are destined to be the result before they begin.

Mizumatsu felt that this time was a bit late, and as he expected someone should have come to find him.

Just as I was thinking, footsteps came from behind.

"You are indeed here, the water police officer." The visitor looked like "You see, I guessed it's really accurate."

Mizumatsu curled his lips: "Stop pretending, use the eavesdropping device hidden on Mr. Maori to hear the memories just now clearly? Didn't I say that there will be anti-eavesdropping devices in major meetings in the Metropolitan Police Department? Why haven't you learned a lesson?"

"I have learned a lesson! After last time, I asked Dr. Agasa to change the signal to a transit type. Before the transit station is discovered, it can be disconnected in time." Conan said proudly.

Mizumatsu's mouth turned even more crooked: "You can avoid tracking so easily? Are you thinking about spy technology a little simple?"

"Eh?" Conan then shook his head: "Stop talking about this, Mizuma Police Officer, isn't the direction of this case going well?"

"Oh? What's not so good?" Mizumaki turned his head at this time, not understanding what Conan was saying: "What are you talking about?"

Conan's expression became much more serious: "Because according to my reasoning, the murderer... is you!"

Mizumatsu raised his eyebrows and said the expression of "You continue talking".

"Start directly from the deadliest place." Conan was very rare without talking about a lot of small questions waiting for the other party to defend himself: "Officer Mizuma, do you know what Mr. Kenjiro Fuki, do you like to smoke?"

"Smoke? Doesn't he smoke a pipe?" Although he was joking like this, Mizumatsu's face changed.

"It's this problem. People who smoke generally have a preference for specific brands of cigarettes. For example, Uncle Kogoro usually smokes seven-star cigarettes, and my father often runs around the world, so he smokes Marlboro, which can be bought in many countries." Conan's glasses showed pure white reflections.

"It's true that minors are banned from selling tobacco and alcohol. How can you get so much knowledge?" Mizumatsu interrupted the passage unhappily.

"But when Mr. Kenjiro Fukiyama asked the Mizuma police officer to buy cigarettes, he did not specify the brand specifically? Did the Mizuma police officer buy the right one?" Conan's tone could be called a question: "I said before that Mr. Ken Ken is not familiar with the Mizuma police officer? Does the Mizuma police officer know what brand of cigarettes he smokes?"

"Hasn't he discussed cake pranks with me before?" Mizumaki explained dryly: "I saw him smoking cigarettes at that time."

"I said it, it's not impossible, but it's unreasonable!" Conan shook his head: "Even if you know that you don't need to ask specifically, you should say it from Mr. Feng Yan's standpoint."

"But that's not what Kenjiro Fuki himself said, it was someone else who edited his recordings." Mizumatsu explained.

"Then the prisoner who recorded should be a person who is very close to Mr. Fengyan, why didn't he add this sentence?" Conan shook his finger: "Besides, this is not fatal enough, just talk about why the foreman has not found any useful clues and evidence yet?"

"Oh? Do you have any guidance on the working methods of my men?" Mizumatsu looked down at Conan with a bad expression.

"The reason why they couldn't find useful clues is because their vision was completely disturbed by useless clues!" Conan looked at Mizumama: "Whether the cake or the killer's mark, the strange blood and dust on the wall, the murderer deliberately left traces that were completely unrelated to the crime process and interfered with the search!"

Conan continued: "If it is someone else's doing this is just a clever way of doing it, it will only leave more flaws for yourself, but there is one person who can do it. No, it should be theoretically only one person can do it, that is, you, the officer who teaches two forensic personnel at one hand and knows the search process of all police officers well, that is, you!"

Suddenly Conan's tone changed: "I mean if it were you, you could do this..."

"What's wrong?" Mizumatsu did not get angry or reacted in Conan's expectation: "Isn't it the reasoning that I can only commit the crime? Is it me?"

"As far as the reasoning can be made by the current clues, the murderer is only the Mizuma Police Officer, so only by collecting more clues can you get the real answer and find out who is framed you." Conan said seriously.

"Then, what kind of clues can get different answers? Can you give me some examples? Otherwise, I won't understand it very much?" Mizumatsu asked.

"I...I..." Conan stammered and lowered his head: "I can't imagine...I know this is an unqualified reasoning. I haven't seen the real truth yet, but I'm worried that the next progress of the case will be the same as I imagined, so I'll come and remind you first."

Speaking of this, Conan asked Mizumama anxiously: "Stop talking about me, do you have any clues? Do you know who framed you?"

Mizumatsu could feel that Conan was really worried about him, and not because he wanted to compete for someone who completed the reasoning first before appearing here.

Mizumatsu smiled: "The detective's mind cannot imagine it, so there is no other possibility, right? What is the detective's famous saying? Exclude the mistakes and then..."

"Excluding everything that is impossible, even if the rest is impossible, that is the truth!" Conan subconsciously corrected it, and finally looked at Mizumatsu in surprise. After realizing that the other party had no intention of joking, he couldn't help but take a step back: "Midama Police Officer...What do you mean?"

"I think...I'm the prisoner." Mizumatsu smiled and pointed to his head and said, "In my memory, I did all the things you said."

"How is this... possible? How could a person like you kill?" Conan stared at Mizumama with wide eyes: "Why... why?"

"Why did you say?" Mizumatsu shrugged: "You don't know those people."

"Organization?" Conan understood at once: "Is it the organization done it? How did it do it? What did they do to you? Hypnosis? Or threat?"

"How do you ask so many questions? How do you ask me to answer you?" Mizumatsu was impatient by Conan's confusing look on his face, and reached out to pinch Conan's mouth: "But no matter how many questions you ask, I don't plan to answer you. Since I still trust me, shut up and pretend to be a child. I have my own plans for everything."

"Go home quickly! You will be noticed if you stay with me for too long!" Mizumatsu whispered: "Be careful not to be targeted by those people, avoid untimely things!"

"You..." Conan looked at Mizumatsu and took two steps back. Finally digested the message, nodded, turned around and ran away.
Chapter completed!