in2ebook Chapter 1061 Social Master Tang Ze
Chapter 1061 Social Master Tang Ze
Chapter 1061 Social Master Tang Ze
Looking at the business card, Matsuda Jinpei was obviously stunned.
Of course, this business card once belonged to him, and for a very short time.
He only spent a week in the Investigation Division, and the printing and distribution of business cards took several more days. He actually only had four days to use the business cards.
At that time, the anniversary of Kenji Hagiwara's death was approaching, and his attention was completely focused on the bombing case. He did not go home for several days and almost lived in the office.
Combined with this man's face, which has changed a bit but is still very distinctive...
Jinpei Matsuda glanced at Tang Ze out of the corner of his eye before adjusting his facial expression.
"Matsuda, Jinpei." He twisted his chin and put on a thoughtful expression. "There is no such person in the Investigation Division 1 now. I am not very familiar with this name, but I have heard others mention it..."
"...He died in a bombing three years ago."
The few people who came closer heard the name uttered by Matsuda Jinpei, and Conan, who had once had close contact with Sato Miwako, who spoke the truth after drinking, was of course familiar with this name.
But when he said this, he didn't seem very confident.
There's no way, right? In the elevator of the East Metro Tower...
"Died in the explosion?!" The man's eyes suddenly widened in disbelief. In his excitement, he instinctively began to mutter in Russian, "Impossible, three years ago, three years ago, I clearly, clearly paid attention to the follow-up situation, and he was fine... With his skills, how could he die in the explosion..."
His face, which was hidden by his beard, had become noticeably paler, and his shocked look made everyone aware that something was wrong with him.
The death of Jinpei Matsuda in the bombing seemed to have dealt him a heavy blow.
Conan opened his mouth to speak, then realized that he theoretically shouldn't know that much Russian, so he closed his mouth again.
Although everyone present who should know seemed to know, there were still a few children and strangers present...
"It seems that you know this officer and know that he is an excellent bomb disposal policeman." Tang Ze took over and replied, "There is indeed no problem with his skills, but the criminal used some despicable means. He was unable to cut off the circuit of the explosive in advance, so he died."
After hearing Tang Ze's clear description, the man came back to his senses and his eyes rested on Tang Ze's face again.
In Japan, there are not many people who can understand Russian. Three years ago, if there was a police officer who could speak Russian, he was very lucky.
I didn't expect that among the people I just happened to meet at the entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department, there would be someone who speaks Russian so fluently...
"Do you want to ask the police for help? If so..."
Before Tang Ze could finish his words, Matsuda Jinpei, who had just been distracted by the business card, came back to his senses and tightened his grip on Tang Ze's shoulders again.
"Anyway, this guy is going to the Investigation Division to ask the police for help, right? And he doesn't even want to call the police."
"...How did you come to this conclusion?" Kogoro Mouri came over and pulled Tangze from his hand and blocked him to the other side to prevent this guy who looked malicious from coming up and attacking Tangze again.
"If he really needed to find the police, he wouldn't have come with a business card, right? He could have just called the police. This kind of thing is probably a personal request..." Matsuda Jinpei said, turning the gold-stamped business card in his hand, "...and it's the kind that's been expired for three years."
He remembered who this man was.
To others, that was a distant memory from three years ago, but to Jinpei Matsuda himself, it wasn’t that long ago.
And if the Pramya that Tang Ze was referring to was the bomber who had crossed paths with him three years ago...
"You said it so confidently. I think you just have some problems with the people in the Investigation Section." Maori Kogoro stopped Tang Ze and said in a bad tone, "You are obviously not an honest policeman. It is not appropriate for you to meddle in other people's affairs here."
"Don't say that, Detective Maori. Didn't you just retire from the police force? You're not a serious policeman anymore, so why don't you get involved?" Matsuda Jinpei replied in a very consistent manner, "It just so happens that I'm not a serious policeman either. If you still need help from the police, you can ask me for help."
He pulled out another business card from his pocket and, along with the original one, stuffed it into the man's hand without further ado.
The man, whose Japanese language skills were still very poor, couldn't keep up with his speaking speed and could only look at the square words on the business card, not understanding what was going on.
"—After all, this is what a detective is supposed to do, right?"
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At the same time, Pramiya blinked and gently let go of Muranaka Tsutomu's arm after feeling the slight vibration of her phone.
She had already arranged everything she needed to arrange, but she was just dissatisfied with herself for not being able to successfully find the last policeman and for not being able to arrange everything freely.
Even though she lives under the police's sight, it does not affect her subsequent actions.
No, on the contrary, if she just wanted to create an explosion and eliminate a group of rats following her to add fuel to Pramya's new heartbeat, living under police surveillance would be a good way to get away with it.
After all, no matter who you suspect, you shouldn't suspect a weak woman who is about to marry a former police officer and is confused and at a loss.
Soon, she left her fiancé under the pretext of going to the bathroom, walked into the cubicle, and took out her cell phone.
The map positioning interface opened on the phone, and a faint red dot was flashing gently on it.
She opened the record, looked at the changes in the location, and a sneer appeared involuntarily at the corner of her mouth.
She knew that this person would be easily hooked.
As long as they get any clues related to themselves and know in advance that their next target is Shibuya, Tokyo, these guys who are unwilling to be outdone will definitely chase after them and will definitely try to ask for help from the person who caused them trouble last time.
For example, people like Jinpei Matsuda and Kou Date who had already died a long time ago.
It's funny to say that it was because she investigated the circumstances of Jinpei Matsuda's death and found out who the murderer was that out of curiosity and necessity of the plan, she found Yoji Motobashi and got him out of the hands of the police.
She wanted to see how this guy who killed the enemy she couldn't deal with did it.
As a result, this person had already been frightened by the police and the explosion itself. Even after being rescued by himself, he was still mumbling nonsense about wanting to repent and atone for his sins...
It's boring, it's really boring.
Raising her eyelids, Pramiya slid the screen twice to call up her usual background interface.
The plan to use this tablet to catch all the mice was not very successful, so before this annoying man gave the police an early warning, she still...
Ok?
The moment Pramiya's finger pressed the start button, she found that the button with a red border on the screen turned gray, and the bomb became uncontrollable again.
Pramiya frowned deeply and quickly switched back to the location page, only to find that the red dot on the map had also disappeared.
What happened? Where is the signal that was there just now?
Did someone put the tablet into a device or location that blocks the signal? Impossible, a few seconds ago, it was clearly...
"Oh, sorry, sorry, I bumped into your things."
On the sidewalk outside the Metropolitan Police Department, Tang Ze, who was leaving without saying a word with the bearded man, seemed to accidentally bump into the tablet in the man's hand.
Caught off guard, the tablet slipped out of his hand and was quickly caught by Tang Ze again.
As he turned around to grab something, a light flashed slightly in Tang Ze's eyes.
The cash register sound that only he could hear rang, and the tablet computer in his hand briefly overlapped, becoming two, and returned to normal the next second.
"This is an important item for you, right? I see you've just been holding on to it..."
Tang Ze gave a perfectly apologetic smile, handed the item back, and spoke guiding words in Russian.
"Actually, no matter what kind of trouble it is, I think you can ask them... At least, you can ask the detective with a mustache. He is a very famous detective in Tokyo and has solved many cases. And the kid with glasses standing next to him... You may not believe it, but the criminal who killed Officer Matsuda was finally caught by this kid."
The man's originally defensive and pale face instantly relaxed when he heard this key word.
He turned his head and looked at the short Conan, and opened his mouth, but no words came out.
No one understands better than these people who have been chasing the bomber for so many years how difficult it is to bring a bomber to justice.
Not to mention that the person this man killed was the admirable policeman Jinpei Matsuda who had helped him.
If he was Jinpei Matsuda's benefactor in some sense...
Sensing his hesitation, Tang Ze blinked and continued, "Although he doesn't look very impressive, this kid is a genius in a sense. For example, he can speak Russian. He can actually understand everything we are talking about now."
"Oh, is that so?!" The bearded man was truly surprised.
Conan understood the whole thing, and also heard Tang Ze's deception. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "..."
Hey, although what you said is not wrong, after all, if a first-grade student has the knowledge and ability of a 17-year-old high school student, it is not an exaggeration to call him a genius, but your description sounds...
"...Okay, if you put it that way."
Social master Karasawa exerted his strength steadily, and the bearded man was finally convinced by what Karasawa revealed. He no longer resisted their pushing and was surrounded by a group of people and left with Kogoro Mori.
Therefore, the tablet computer that was severely damaged and hit by Tang Ze did not attract anyone's attention.
——Except for Pramya herself upstairs who was confused and didn't understand what was going on.
This bug-level ability of Tang Ze, which comes from Suzuki Sonoko, provides him with the opportunity to exchange most of the items he has obtained with money.
One point that must be mentioned is that this copying ability, which was created under Suzuki Sonoko's own strong desire and blessing, has an effect that is different from simple copy and paste.
Just like the Egg of Memory before.
Its mechanical structure can be copied, and as long as one is willing to pay the equivalent amount of money, it is not a problem to produce a fake that can withstand inspection by professional instruments.
But no matter how professional a fake is, it is still a fake and does not have all the properties and effects of the original.
In the eyes of people with special abilities like Karasawa and Jinpei Matsuda who can directly observe the power of cognition, the real Egg of Memory carries the strong wishes and emotions of the ancestors of the Kosaka family, and therefore shines with brilliant light. The replica does not have this effect.
The tablet that Tang Ze copied is still the same thing, but it is normal that a brand new fake cannot be directly connected to the original control system...
"Oh shit……"
Cursing under her breath, Pramya exhaled and put her phone away.
After adjusting her expression, she pushed open the door of the toilet cubicle and stood in front of the sink, washing her hands as the gentle Christina again.
The hands in the water are very delicate, with almost no obvious lines, and they are white and soft, obviously well maintained.
Dexterous hands and strong mechanical design ability are what Pramiya is most proud of.
So even though things were not going well and she was in a bad mood today, she still washed her hands very attentively and carefully.
Just when she finally finished washing and raised her head, another woman came out from the next cubicle.
The black-haired woman wore a pair of large glasses, and the reflection made it almost impossible to see her eyes and face.
When the other person passed by her and was about to leave the bathroom, he suddenly said something in English.
"Still pretending, Miss'Shame-on-you'?"
Pramiya turned her head sharply and saw that the woman had disappeared through the door.
Damn, where did this come from?!
And what did she mean by what she just said? What do you mean she keeps pretending? Did you hear the dirty words she just said in the cubicle?
What's wrong? Can't a gentle and lovely translator swear? You are so concerned about etiquette that you don't care what others say when you go to the toilet? !
Japanese, damn, Japanese...!
Pramya felt angry as she pinched her fingers and readjusted her expression.
Sure enough, she should have realized three years ago that this crappy place didn't match her aura, and she shouldn't have temporarily settled in Japan for treatment and revenge...