Ghost Detectives in the Detective World

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"That's right, just like what this officer said, I did plant the bomb."

"I originally thought I could use the threatening letter to shift all the blame onto the terrorists, but I never expected it to turn out like this."

"Takeshita? You actually want to blow me up???"

Even now, Nakajima still finds it hard to believe that Takeshita, who has always been honest and unassuming, could have such terrifying thoughts.

"I'm going to kill you! You should have died a long time ago!"

Takeshita suddenly shoved Megure aside, grabbed Nakajima by the collar, and roared furiously with bloodshot eyes.

"You're the one who killed Yoshimi! I'll avenge her!"

Nakajima was already struggling to breathe.

Megure quickly signaled his men to separate the two men, and then he asked Nakajima...

Who is Liang Mei?

Seeing that Nakajima hadn't recovered yet, Ueda, who was standing next to him, spoke up to explain.

"Yoshimi was the manager of our boxing club in college. He committed suicide because he was heartbroken after being dumped by Nakajima."

"actually……"

Ueda glanced at Takeshita, whose face was contorted with rage, and said in a low voice.

"When Yoshimi was in junior high school, she was Takeshita's girlfriend."

"No wonder he wanted to blow you up. It turns out there's more to your feud than new, there's also old grudges."

Matsuda made a joke, but then, taking advantage of Nakajima's changing expression, he grabbed him by the collar.

"Mr. Nakajima, although you appear to be the victim in the bombing!"

"But that dead man was killed because of a deal he made with you. Shouldn't you tell us about him too?"

"I...I really don't know anything,"

Caught off guard, Nakajima blurted out "debut."

“We always met at a bar called Cocktail on the top floor of the Dahei Building.”

"I don't know anything about his specific identity or other information."

The Big Black Building? A cocktail bar?

Could this be the Black Organization's hideout? Before Nakajima could finish speaking, Matsuda had a sudden thought and wanted to find an excuse to slip away.

But before he could even move, Conan had already hurriedly run away.

He had clearly overheard Nakajima's words.

Is this kid so eager to go and die?

Seeing Conan running further and further away, Matsuda, worried that he might step into a trap set by the Black Organization, didn't care about anything else and hurriedly took steps to chase after him.

Unexpectedly, he had only taken two steps when he was stopped by Megure.

"Matsuda, where are you going?"

"Inspector, the case is solved, so of course I'm going home to continue my vacation!"

Matsuda replied irritably, then hurriedly bypassed Megure and chased after Conan.

Tch, if this kid hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten he was still on vacation!

Megure pursed his lips. Calculating the time, Matsuda had been resting for several days; it was time to send him back to work at the Metropolitan Police Department.

......

Because Megure stopped him, by the time Matsuda arrived at the Daikoku Building, the explosion had already occurred.

Black smoke was billowing from the top floor of the building, while directly below, rocks and other debris were falling from the explosion, injuring many innocent passersby.

The chaos and panic among the crowd further exacerbated the casualties among innocent people.

Out of professional duty as a police officer, Matsuda had no choice but to temporarily abandon the pursuit of clues about the Black Organization and instead begin directing passersby below the building to take refuge.

Because the partial collapse caused by the explosion had blocked traffic, the Metropolitan Police Department's traffic division quickly arrived at the scene.

Lin Xiuyi took a look and, sure enough, it was Yumi again.

"I'm leaving the outside to you. Immediately evacuate the crowd below the building, otherwise, if it explodes again, the casualties will be much greater than what we have now!"

After saying that, Matsuda rushed into the building without waiting for Yumi's reply.

Tch, that bastard, he didn't even remind me to be careful...

Yumi pursed her lips unhappily, then quickly began directing the crowd and getting the seriously injured people into ambulances.

Chapter 232 Yumi's Sour Taste

Inside the Dahei Building, the numerous security guards, though terrified, at least remembered their duties.

Instead of fleeing, they remained inside the building, evacuating the crowd.

Matsuda looked around for a while and soon spotted Conan.

It's good that the kid is alright.

Matsuda breathed a sigh of relief and immediately stepped forward, grabbing Conan and pulling him aside.

"Why are you running so fast, kid? What if this is a trap? You're done for!"

"Leave me alone," Conan rolled his eyes. "I'm annoyed!"

Seeing his expression, Matsuda immediately understood.

He didn't say anything more, picked up Conan with one hand, and walked out of the building.

Outside, Yumi, a police inspector from the Ministry of Transportation, was hurriedly directing the crowd to evacuate the scene.

She was in a bit of a flurry of activity when she saw Matsuda calmly walking out carrying the Mori kid. Her fair face immediately darkened.

"Matsuda! Come and help!"

“Young lady, I’m busy too, you know!” Matsuda shrugged. “Didn’t you see I’m investigating the cause of the explosion at the scene?”

"Heh, an investigation?" Yumi sneered. "Then tell me, what results have you found? What exactly caused this explosion?"

"Well, it's probably a natural gas leak," Matsuda casually made up an excuse.

This explosion is linked to the Black Organization, so the case will definitely be impossible to investigate further.

In the end, in order to give the public an explanation, the Metropolitan Police Department will probably give reasons such as a natural gas explosion.

"Now that you've investigated everything, why don't you hurry up and help me!"

Yumi angrily kicked Matsuda in the shin.

"There are too many people here, and our traffic department simply can't manage them all."

Knowing that the Black Organization has destroyed all the necessary evidence, there shouldn't be any more explosions.

Matsuda naturally didn't want to do that kind of thankless work anymore.

He was trying to figure out how to fool Yumi when a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Yumi, how are the injured people?"

It was Sato; she had rushed over after receiving the emergency call.

"Hey, Matsuda, what are you doing here?"

“Protecting the Japanese people is the responsibility of our Metropolitan Police Department,”

Matsuda threw Conan to the ground and said with a righteous expression,

"Of course I'm here to assist the traffic department in evacuating the crowd."

That bastard is truly shameless...

Yumi and Conan both rolled their eyes.

Sato did not doubt Matsuda's words.

In her heart, Matsuda was able to sacrifice his life three years ago for the innocent people in the hospital.

Now that another bombing has occurred, he naturally won't shirk his responsibility.

"Reporting to Officer Sato, thanks to the timely rescue, no one is in immediate danger."

Yumi deliberately gave a salute.

"But someone from your department deserted their post and I caught them!"

"Unauthorized absence from duty? Who...?"

Sato had just opened his mouth to ask a question when Matsuda pulled him aside.

"Miwako, let's not listen to Yumi's nonsense, it's more important to go to the scene and investigate!"

Two detectives from the same department walked against the flow of people back into the building.

Yumi watched their retreating figures, and thinking about how she still had to stand outside directing traffic, she suddenly felt a pang of jealousy and pouted.

She was about to continue working when she suddenly felt a tightness in her calf. Looking down, she saw that it was Conan, that brat, who had suddenly grabbed her leg.

"Hey, kid, what are you doing? Trying to take advantage of me?" Yumi raised an eyebrow. "Believe me or not, I'll kick you away?"

"Yumi-neechan, I'm scared..."

While pretending to be innocent and dealing with Yumi, Conan nervously glanced at the intersection not far away.

There, a black Porsche was parked.

Beside the car, two figures that Conan would never forget stood there, watching the building billowing thick smoke.

After watching for a while, the two got into the car and prepared to leave.

Conan quickly let go of Yumi's leg, wanting to run over.

Even if they can't catch up with the Porsche, they should at least install a bug in the car.

He just didn't expect that before he could run two steps, someone would grab him by the collar and lift him up again.