Toru Amuro glanced at the co-pilot and said, "Shh, Conan-kun, Miss Furukawa is asleep."

The three people in the car all knew that they were pretending to sleep, but they could never wake up a person who was pretending to sleep, so Edogawa Conan had no choice but to give up.

So there was no words all the way. Furukawa Kumisa "woke up" at the right moment the next second he arrived at his destination, and said "drowsily": "Huh? We're here?"

Toru Amuro parked the car and unlocked the door: "Well, we're here. Miss Furukawa, please go get some rest."

Furukawa Kumisa thanked them and walked out of the car with his bag.

Seeing her figure walking into the apartment corridor, Toru Amuro started the car and drove back.

"So, Conan-kun," he started, "you specifically found a chance to be alone with me. Is there anything you want to say?"

Edogawa Conan was not surprised that Toru Amuro discovered his purpose, and he did have something to say.

The elementary school student in the back seat looked at Toru Amuro in the front seat from the rearview mirror, the lens shining slightly: "Mr. Amuro, is Officer Furukawa a member of the organization?"

This was not the first time he had asked this question. He had asked this question that day when he saw Furukawa Kumisa and Amuro Toru hooking up in the coffee shop.

He didn't get an answer at that time, and now that the old matter was brought up again, there was obviously no room for Toru Amuro to fool him anymore.

Toru Amuro smiled slightly: "So, in exchange, what bargaining chips have you prepared for me?"

He mentioned "you" in his words, which means he already knew that this was a question that Conan and Shuichi Akai - or rather the FBI - wanted to know together.

"What does Mr. Amuro need?" Edogawa Conan asked.

Toru Amuro had no intention of showing his cards first, after all, this was not what he wanted.

"Right now, I really don't have anything I want, Conan-kun."

The atmosphere in the car was stagnant for a moment, and Edogawa Conan said nothing.

——This is the worst outcome he could expect.

Only when there is a goal can an alliance be formed. They and Toru Amuro briefly reached an alliance over the identity of Akai Shuichi, but it was because both parties could benefit from it.

But regarding the identity of Kumisa Furukawa, Toru Amuro has nothing that he wants to get from him or the FBI so far.

Toru Amuro continued to drive very confidently, with a smile and his usual modest and gentle tone: "In this case, Conan-kun can go back and think about it - after all, the party without chips cannot even get to the negotiating table."

After Furukawa Kumisa arrived home, he simply took a bath and washed away the dust all over his body.

The system looked at her and asked strangely: "Host, are you really not going to follow up on this case?"

Furukawa Kumisa yawned greatly: "Since they want me to come back, then I will come back. It's good to catch up on some sleep."

"...I thought you were very concerned about this case?"

After all, the host changed his clothes after taking a shower last night and sat on the sofa waiting for the call. After receiving the call, he made a special trip in the middle of the night.

If she is not interested in this case, she can just turn off her phone and go to sleep. When she wakes up tomorrow morning, she can call her back through the missed calls and no one will say anything to her.

Just as Furukawa Kumisa was about to reply something, his phone suddenly vibrated and a text message popped up.

"are you home yet?"

Furukawa Kumisa immediately recognized that it was Matsuda Jinpei's mobile phone number - the same number that called her last night.

She thought for a while and replied: "Here we are, just took a shower and ready to go to sleep."

The other person replied almost instantly: "Have a good rest and see you tomorrow."

Furukawa Kumisa looked at two text messages less than a minute apart:...Shouldn't you be working on the case intensively now? Are you so idle?

She turned off the screen and stopped replying to him. Only then did she have the thought to reply to the system: "I am very concerned, but we have already deduced everything that can be inferred from the existing clues. The remaining new clues must be searched."

Went to find it."

She threw down her phone and lay down on the bed: "Didn't Matsuda Jinpei say that? You will tell me if there is any follow-up progress."

The system looked at Furukawa Kumisa, who fell asleep for a second, and silently closed his mouth:...Do you just believe what he said?

Facts have proved that Furukawa Kumisa's idea was confirmed the next day.

At noon on Monday, Matsuda Jinpei came to the Search Section 2 during the lunch break and called Furukawa Kumisa over.

"Furukawa, you said you saw a passing motorcycle gang the other day. Come and see if it's him."

Furukawa Kumisa then remembered that in order to make his testimony more credible, he once said that when he came here during the day, a motorcycle gang passed by on the side of the road.

This is not nonsense. Although Furukawa Kumisa did not enter the construction site in the afternoon, she did pass by Airport Road and saw the speeding party. You can tell by looking at the direction of the car that those people are definitely

Passed by the construction site.

Matsuda Jinpei took her into a small room next to the interrogation room, and Furukawa Kumisa saw the gangster-looking boy through the one-way glass.

The boy looked very young, only fifteen or sixteen years old. His afro haircut was dyed a conspicuous yellow. He was sitting across from the interrogation table, looking a little crazy.

Furukawa Kumisa took one look and confirmed: "It's him. The tattoo on his left arm is the same as the person I saw that day."

After confirming the identity of the person, Matsuda Jinpei took Furukawa Kumisa out of the interrogation room and came to the whiteboard in the search section 1 cubicle.

The victim's anatomy photos have been posted on the whiteboard, and various clues have been listed.

"After a preliminary autopsy by the medical examiner, the presumed time of death was between 8:30 and 9:00 on Saturday night, and the body was thrown into the water after death."

Furukawa Kumisa nodded: "It seems to be similar to what we deduced yesterday. At least we can preliminarily infer that the murderer is the same group of murderers who buried the boy alive that night."

Sato's voice was filled with extreme chills: "Based on the reaction of the skin at the wounds, most of the wounds on the deceased were formed before the victim died."

In other words...the victim was brutally killed by the murderer after experiencing so much inhuman torture while alive.

Furukawa Kumisa stared closely at the miserable photos on the whiteboard and took a deep breath: "Has the identity of the victim been confirmed?"

Takagi shook his head: "We are still comparing it with the list of recently known missing persons, but since the victim's death time was last Saturday, it means that the missing time was not long, so it should not be difficult to check, and it can be done as soon as the afternoon.

The results."

I thought it would not be difficult to find the victim's identity, but I didn't expect that the search class would hit a bottleneck in this regard.

Furukawa Kumisa saw "Match Failed" pop up one after another on their computer screens, and the searching police officers became a little irritated.

Matsuda Jinpei had already walked back to the whiteboard. He was staring at the clues and was lost in thought, and suddenly pointed at one of them.

Furukawa Kumisa looked along his fingers: "The deceased was suspected of suffering from atrophic gastritis before his death? What happened?"

"The deceased was estimated to be in his early twenties. At such a young age, logically, he should not have suffered from this disease, unless his diet was extremely irregular during a certain period of time."

Takagi scratched his head: "...so?"

Matsuda Jinpei paused for a moment: "Is there any detailed identification of the injuries on the deceased's body, the cause and time of the injury?"

Sato pulled out the autopsy report: "The body was soaked in water for a long time and decomposed. The cause of many wounds can only be roughly inferred... such as being hit by a blunt instrument or scratched by a sharp instrument. It is difficult to infer the specific formation time."

Furukawa Kumisa gradually came back to his senses: "Officer Matsuda means...that the victim disappeared earlier than we presumed?"

She thought for a moment: "It's not impossible. If the victim has been imprisoned somewhere for a long time and was abused... Long-term irregular eating is most likely due to the atrophic gastritis he suffered during that time, but he is currently suffering from atrophic gastritis.

It’s impossible to estimate the molding time of the wound, so we can only give it a try.”

So the police officers who compared the disappearance cases extended the time to two months.

Finally, after get off work today, Furukawa Kumisa received a text message from Matsuda Jinpei: "Found it."

She packed up her things and walked towards the Search Class 1. Miku Shimada at the table next to her covered her mouth and laughed at her: "Kumisa, are you going to the Search Class 1 again?"

Furukawa Kumisa nodded without any awareness: "Yes."

Shimada Mirai smiled even more happily: "Go ahead, go ahead, you two have such a good relationship."

Furukawa Kumisa:? Are you talking about her relationship with the Investigation Division?

Furukawa Kumisa walked into the Search Class 1 with full of suspicion, and at a glance she saw Matsuda Jinpei waving to her in front of the whiteboard.

She walked forward and saw that the victim's photo had been posted on the whiteboard.

"The victim's name is Misao Mizuo. She is 25 years old. She was reported missing two months ago by her boyfriend Takashi Matsushima. She was an engineering graduate student at Toto University.

"We have contacted their tutor, but the tutor is currently attending an important academic conference and cannot spare time, and said he would send a student to take notes."

Having said this, Takagi looked at his watch: "It's almost time. The student should be arriving soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a polite knock on the door of Search Class 1, and everyone turned around.

The brown-haired man stood at the door, his expression unclear in his narrowed eyes. He was wearing a familiar turtleneck sweater.
Chapter completed!