But after seeing that his hand had just been beaten by a cat, Conan silently stopped and borrowed a thick glove from Takagi.
With protection, Conan gently pointed the cat’s tail at the screen against the cat’s poor sight. "Look, this is the man."
He’s trying to make up a story about what’s suspicious about dumb people so that police officers can find someone to bring them here first.
Who knows that before waiting for the mouth, the police department and Sato almost said "impossible!"
“？” Conan one leng.
The firm tone of the two police officers made him wonder for a moment whether the dumb man searched a class and sent it to the police officers outside fishing.
But before he had a question, he saw that Mu Mu and Sato looked at each other very consistently after refuting him, and they were lost in thought as if they were really thinking about Conan’s words just now.
This subtle reaction made Conan confused for a while.
The waistcoat of Baishi Winery is not low in recognition of curly hair or mask.
Therefore, even if the figure captured in the surveillance was blurred, Mumu and Sato immediately realized who Conan was referring to.
Vision has a great influence on people.
At dusk, the police department has seen Song Tian’s black leaf ID photo, half of his face, and Officer Sato has rounded up and seen the real face.
As soon as they arrive in Song Tian, Heiye thinks of Matsuda Jinpei and Matsuda Jinpei, but they can’t help but think of bombs at once.
Such a random equation-Song Tian’s black leaves and bombs have quickly become close.
This time it happened to be an explosion. If the prisoner is really Song Tian Black Leaf, it is not impossible.
….. Having said that, Sato Miwa, who has witnessed two rescues, still doesn’t believe that Song Tian will go to bomb people for no reason.
After thinking about her eyes, she became firm again and looked at Conan. "What makes you think that? I remember several other children saying that they were given the bomber’s tall face and disguise. "
"Because …" Conan wanted to list all the suspicious lines before the mute.
But he doesn’t have any evidence, and it will distract you to say this now.
Conan finally decided to focus on this case first.
"From the perspective of monitoring, people come from the river, and normal people rarely run there, and according to the time when passing through the picture, his pace is too fast.
"It’s more like going somewhere in the target than going to the park-for example, staring at a few children or meeting his partner at the request of his partner.
"In addition, if the person who gave the bomb to the child after the bomb exploded remains in place, he will be easily identified by the child or other people who saw the scene, and it is too risky for him to take off his disguise.
"So he needs a partner to monitor the new brother’s actions-later we talked and proved that they can really observe our movements.
"In general, I’m not suggesting that you arrest people, but find him and ask him about it."
Maybe if you ask a dumb person, he will snap a sniper rifle in his arms and then catch him red-handed …
Conan has a beautiful fantasy in his heart.
His reasoning is quite reasonable at first glance.
But the number of words is not equal to truth.
Sato’s silence for a moment was not fooled.
"But the criminals can hide in the nearby high telescope to observe the children and then leave after the explosion.
"You said that this suspicious person appeared nearby and the target did go to a certain place …"
Sato thought about it, and her eyes suddenly lit up. She slammed her fist in the palm of her hand. "When the surveillance photographed him, it was not far from the time of the explosion. He may have come to dismantle the bomb!"
Sato looked back in Conan’s unwilling sight. "You see, the first bomb was detonated in high altitude before you arrived, causing no casualties."
"Even if this can barely explain the’ unqualified bomb quality’, what about the second one? That time bomb has a neat cut. Someone must have deliberately damaged its line when you left. "
"Yes!" After listening to it for a while, the police department followed an epiphany and then was gratified.
Conan looked at Sato and looked at dusk. He always felt that the two police officers reacted strangely.
He firmly denied Sato’s conjecture that "it can’t be someone else because of the bomb"-it must be a black cat if it is not a black cat.
"Who’s that? Didn’t you say you didn’t see the bomber? " His inconsistent words confused the police.
Conan wanted to tell the truth, but he still remembered that the black cat didn’t want to talk to the police, so he swallowed it back and looked at the cat lying next to the screen.
Sato and Mumu looked down his line of sight and saw at a glance that the tip of the black cat’s tail patted the desktop and was in a good mood to eavesdrop on them.
Sato smiled and rubbed the cat and Conan’s tone of coaxing the child, "It’s good for the cat to tear it apart."
Conan regrets for a moment and wants to stretch out his hand and poke its tail.
