The author has something to say:/br518 Modification: The heroine’s last name was changed to Furukawa.

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Kumisa: I saw a ghost (Physics)

Sprinkle flowers on Mazda’s appearance——

The first person they visited was the deceased’s ex-husband, Jiro Watanabe.

"Watanabe Jiro, 48 years old, was a criminal police officer in the third investigation section. He resigned as a criminal police officer ten years ago and now works in a bodyguard company. He divorced the deceased in the same year he resigned. The two had a son, who is 13 years old this year. No custody rights were generated during the divorce.

Due to the dispute, the deceased directly gave custody rights to Watanabe without even fighting."

Takagi led the way and introduced the suspect's information to everyone.

"What a cruel mother." Mouri Kogoro said with emotion.

But in the end, the dead are the most important, and it’s all done with just a sigh.

"Hey, is there any reason why Uncle Watanabe resigned ten years ago?" A childish voice came from below the crowd, and Conan pulled Takagi's clothes and asked.

"Regarding this, there is no explanation on the resume. I called my colleagues in Section 3 and did not hear that Mr. Watanabe made any major mistakes back then. It is said that he resigned suddenly."

"Well, it's quite common," Mouri Kogoro blew out a smoke ring, "After all, he and his ex-wife have divorced, and they don't want to meet her in the same workplace again. This is normal."

"On the contrary," Sato stepped forward and rang the doorbell, "the two divorced after Watanabe resigned."

Ding dong——

The door in front of me opened in response, and a neatly dressed middle-aged man opened the door.

"Hello, Mr. Jiro Watanabe? I am Miwako Sato from the Metropolitan Police Department. I would like to learn more about a case I encountered today."

Watanabe Jiro was stunned for a moment, then opened the security door and led everyone in.

The entrance was filled with empty slippers. Furukawa Kumisa glanced at them and then fixed his sights on Mr. Watanabe Jiro.

Mr. Watanabe is about to turn fifty, but he doesn't look old, except for some wrinkles between his eyebrows.

Furukawa Kumisa's gaze paused slightly at Watanabe Jiro's chin. The chin was smooth and clean, with only a short stubble. There was still a small amount of moisture around it that had not been wiped dry. It seemed that he had just washed his face and shaved his stubble.

Looking closely at the wrinkles around his eyes, the bags under his eyes were bulging, even slightly blue, and there were some red bloodshot eyes, as if he had not slept well.

After a brief taste of observation, Watanabe Jiro had turned around and led everyone to the living room. After everyone sat down, Watanabe Jiro rubbed his hands and asked dryly: "Do you want anything to drink? Tea or coffee?"

"I want to drink juice!" Conan was the first to raise a smile, "The apple juice from Aunt Jiusi's house is delicious!"

Hearing this, Furukawa Kumisa glanced at Conan, this brat.

Watanabe Jiro probably had some doubts about the police handling the case with children, but he was just stunned for a moment, and then he felt a little confused: "There is no apple juice at home, little brother, can orange juice be okay?"

"Okay! Thank you, uncle!" Conan smiled and nodded.

Watanabe Jiro served tea and juice to everyone, and sat on the sofa on the other side of the living room. He looked a little embarrassed. He looked at Sato: "Let me state in advance that Rongzi and I have been divorced for ten years, and I don't know much about her situation.

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"Uncle Watanabe is so awesome!"

A childish voice sounded, and everyone was attracted by Conan's meaningless words.

"Conan-kun, please don't interrupt when you are talking." Toru Amuro reached out and patted his head.

——Furukawa Kumisa finally figured it out. Toru Amuro was probably the "Guardian of Conan" in the Mori profession, responsible for keeping Conan from running around and talking at the scene of the case.

"I can't tell that my organizational boss is actually a male mother." Furukawa Kumisa complained to the system in her heart.

"Not only is he a male mother, but he is also a male and female servant. Your boss has something special." The system sighed.

"... He is obviously a waiter in a serious cafe, so don't look at him through colored glasses!"

As soon as Kumisa Furukawa finished complaining to the system, Conan spoke again: "Officer Sato didn't mention the names of the people involved in the case, but Uncle Watanabe knew it was about Aunt Kushi's case. That's amazing!"

The seemingly innocent childish words made Mr. Watanabe Jiro's throat roll on the sofa and sweat oozed from his forehead.

Furukawa Kumisa shook his head in his heart, "Tsk, this kid is still too restless."

"It's what you mentioned just now, little brother. You said Aunt Kushi. If you want to say that the only woman named Kushi around me is Yoshiko."

"Eh? So that's it~" Conan seemed to have accepted Jiro Watanabe's statement, and stopped stabbing him, and started to drink the juice.

Now that the kid had made a start, Furukawa Kumisa also took advantage of the victory and said: "Mr. Watanabe, you haven't wiped off the shaving stains on your face. We just saw a few pairs of slippers at the entrance that were not put away.

, Mr. Watanabe knew in advance that someone would be visiting today?"

The child's innocent talk was completely different from the questioning of an active police officer. The freshly dried sweat on Watanabe's forehead was once again soaked with sweat. Looking at his embarrassed and nervous look, almost everyone felt that the case of Yoshiko Kuji was inseparable from him.

relation.

"Because yesterday was my birthday, I invited my classmates to come to my house to play, but I haven't even had time to put away my slippers."

Another voice appeared from the other end of the living room, and everyone followed the sound and saw a boy of thirteen or fourteen coming out of the room and standing in the living room looking at everyone.

"Yongren, why did you come out? Go back to the room quickly."

Watanabe Jiro saw his son leaving the room and walked over to push him back to the room, but Yongto broke away: "I don't want it. Since it's about my mother, I have the right to listen!"

When Furukawa Kumisa heard the child say the word "mother", he found it somewhat intriguing.

Unlike an abandoned child from a single-parent family who is unwilling to call her mother, Watanabe Yuuto does not seem to reject Yoshiko Kuji. Although he calls her the unfamiliar "mother" instead of "mom", he is still willing to treat her as his mother.

Respect, this is not very common for a child who was abandoned ten years ago.

Watanabe Jiro couldn't resist Yuuto, so he pulled him to the sofa and sat down. His son came out to interrupt, which seemed to dissipate Watanabe Jiro's nervousness a little. He was no longer as cramped as he was at the beginning, and his orderliness and articulation became much easier.

: "As Yong Ren said, yesterday was Yong Ren's birthday. We hold a birthday party for him at home every year and invite his close friends to play at home."

"How many children came yesterday?" Furukawa Kumisa asked abruptly.

Watanabe and his son looked at each other and counted in their hearts: "...six."

In line with the number of slippers at the entrance, Furukawa Kumisa stopped talking.

"I arrived home at 16:38 yesterday, and I have been preparing for the birthday party with Yongto since then. I have never left the house again. You can ask Yongto."

Testimonies from close relatives of suspects generally cannot be counted as formal evidence, but Takagi still took out his notebook and asked Watanabe Yuuto: "Excuse me, where was your father around eight o'clock last night?"

"Eight o'clock?"

Furukawa Kumisa noticed that when hearing this time point, both Watanabe and his son were slightly startled.

"Yes, eight o'clock." Takagi repeated, somewhat confused, "Where was Mr. Watanabe at eight o'clock last night?"

"At eight o'clock last night, my father had been staying at home. Not only me, but my friends who came to my birthday party can also testify that they arrived at our house at six o'clock. After that, my father stayed with us until late at night."

After hearing this sentence, everyone was slightly shocked.

——Is this such a strong alibi?

In full view of six or seven people, never leaving the room?

"Mr. Watanabe was with you all the time? He never left...for example, went back to his room?" Sato was a little unwilling to give up.

Watanabe Yuuto was a little dissatisfied with everyone's aggressiveness, but he still answered the question: "If I must say it, there must be time to go to the kitchen to get food or go to the bathroom, but dad only leaves for a few minutes at a time."

This stumped everyone, even Conan frowned.

Judging from Watanabe Jiro's reaction, his trembling appearance at the beginning almost confirmed the identity of the murderer, but after investigation, he actually had such a strong alibi, so what was he afraid of?

Are there other cases on him that have not been discovered?

Now that such a strong alibi had been photographed and the Metropolitan Police Department did not have a search warrant, they had no choice but to retreat. Takagi asked Watanabe Yuuto for the contact information of his classmates, planning to go back and ask them one by one.

But looking at the looks of the father and son, one could tell that what they said about their alibi was probably true. Even if they asked the children, they couldn't disprove it.

Everyone politely said goodbye to the Watanabe father and son and left the Watanabe house.

"Takagi and I are going back to the Metropolitan Police Department to sort out case information. Officer Furukawa, do you want to give you a ride?" Sato pressed the car lock.

Furukawa Kumisa glanced at the three people from the Mori Office who were preparing to go home, and his eyes paused slightly on Toru Amuro.

"It just so happens that I have to go back to Section 2 to handle some work, so I'll bother you, Officer Sato."

"Officer Furukawa, you're welcome."

After taking Sato's ride back to the Metropolitan Police Department, Furukawa Kumisa said goodbye to them downstairs and walked up to the building of Section 2 alone.

They swiped the card all the way to get in without any obstruction. They ran to the crime scene this afternoon and went to the suspect's house to interview. When they came out, it was already dark. Watanabe's house was still some distance away from the Metropolitan Police Department. Furukawa Kumisa swiped his card and went upstairs.

By that time, there were no more colleagues in the office.

She glanced at the remaining colleagues in the office. They were mostly in the corners and to the side. No one even noticed that she had returned to the office.

It was best this way. Furukawa Kumisa breathed a sigh of relief. It would be best if no one noticed her. She originally thought that if someone noticed her, she would just come back and grab a bag and leave, and then wait until midnight to sneak back and take action.

She walked to Yoshiko Kushi's office, opened the door that was ajar, and walked straight to her desk. With a mistake of her fingertips, a small USB flash drive appeared in her hand. She inserted the USB drive into Yoshiko Kushi's computer.

After doing all this, she was about to leave when she smelled a faint aroma of beef in the air.

...Is it because she is too hungry?

She followed the smell, which seemed to be coming from the trash can under Yoshiko Kuji's desk.

The garbage bags in the trash can had been cleaned by Yoshiko Kushi, leaving only a few soup stains, which was the source of the smell that Furukawa Kumisa smelled.

She looked at the trash can for a moment, then left the office as if she didn't find anything.

The journey was surprisingly smooth, and Furukawa Kumisa's steps couldn't help but become brisk.

This smooth and good mood was completely broken by a familiar figure downstairs.

She looked at the familiar figure in front of her, the expression on her face was like a ghost.

——Because she really saw a ghost.

"Matsu, Matsuda Jinpei...?!"
Chapter completed!