Chapter 936 Just Ireland

Mizutani Kosuke turned his head and looked in surprise.

With the muffled sound of leather shoes hitting the floor, Matsumoto Kiyonaga's figure gradually emerged from the darkness.

"Yes." Ireland said softly, "Conan, the man next to you is a serial murderer, and I want to arrest him."

Conan raised his head and looked at Matsumoto Kiyonaga, pretending to be innocent and asked: "But the real murderer is obviously Miss Nanako's brother, right?"

Ireland didn't want to talk nonsense to him, and the follow-up police officers would arrive soon. Once they saw the people lying at the door, they would immediately realize the problem. He didn't have much time left, and the thing must be on Mizutani Kosuke's body.

Ireland took out Matsumoto Kiyonaga's police card from his arms and showed it to Mizutani Kosuke: "I am Matsumoto from the Metropolitan Police Department. Mizutani-kun, come with me to the Metropolitan Police Department."

Mizutani Kosuke was stunned for a moment at a loss.

Conan found the opportunity for them to look at each other, raised his wrist and fired an anesthetic needle at Matsumoto Kiyonaga.

However, the big man Matsumoto Kiyonaga seemed to have a pair of eyes on the back of his head. As soon as the anesthesia needle was injected, he tilted his head slightly as if he was aware of it. The anesthesia needle accidentally penetrated Mizutani Kosuke's neck. .

Before Mizutani Kosuke had time to react what happened, he fell down dizzy.

"Oops!" Conan said secretly.

But Matsumoto Kiyonaga turned to look at him at this time, his expression was very calm, even a little sarcastic.

Conan calmed down, met Matsumoto Kiyonaga's gaze, and asked calmly: "It is indeed you, are you Ireland?"

Hearing this, Ireland, who was still bearing the long face of Matsumoto Kiyoshi, twitched his lips and showed a terrifying smile that "confused all living beings". With the long scar on his face, even Conan felt a smile in his heart when he saw it. shock.

At the same time, Miwako Sato and Wataru Takagi, who hurried to the Rice Flower Forest, also broke into a lighted forest hut with the help of Dr. Ali. There were no gangsters in the room, but in the deepest part of the room sat a familiar figure tied up.

"Sure enough!" Wataru Takagi was still shocked, Miwako Sato had already ran to Matsumoto Kiyonaga and untied him.

The real Matsumoto Kiyonaga has been locked up in this hut in the Rice Flower Forest. In order to seek possible help, he put convenience store tape on the wings of insects. It's a pity that this kind of joke that only the elderly can understand never met a close friend until Dr. A Li accidentally solved the mystery in front of the children.

"Police Officer Matsumoto, please cheer up!" Miwako Sato tore off the tape on his face and whispered in his ear.

A sudden roar suddenly came from far and near, and Miwako Sato looked warily in the direction of the source of the sound.

Without her opening her mouth, Takagi Sheba immediately walked to the window and looked up at the night sky.

"It's a helicopter." Because it was dark, Takagi Wataru couldn't see the whole helicopter, but he could roughly tell what it was, "Maybe it's a patrol helicopter from the traffic department."

Sato Miwako nodded: "Takagi-kun, please help me help Inspector Matsumoto to the car."

"Yes!" Takagi Wataru came back quickly and picked up Matsumoto Kiyonaga.

Sato Miwako and Takagi Wataru helped Matsumoto Kiyonaga leave the cabin together, but she couldn't help but take another look at the aircraft in the sky.

Is that really the patrol helicopter of the traffic department?

At this time, on the helicopter that confused Sato Miwako, Belmod turned his gaze from below to the cabin.

"It seems that Ireland's case of posing as a police officer has been exposed." Belmode looked at Gin with a little interest in his eyes, "Is there any problem with him? If he can't get the memory card back, he will probably be very angry. ?”

Gin snorted coldly: "Don't worry."

Gin was one of the few insiders. He knew that the so-called memory card was just a blank card prepared by Mescal. Even if the mission failed, it was just to expose the suspicion of Rum. In fact, he I'm quite looking forward to that scene.

Moreover, Mescal should be with the police at the moment. With his ability, it is not difficult to steal the memory card from the Metropolitan Police Department.

Seeing that Gin was not worried, Belmod said nothing more.

Bourbon leaned against the window on the other side, his gaze seemingly casually falling outside the window.

Ireland's military strength is not low, and it hates Mescal because of Pisk's incident. However, as long as Asano Nobushige performs normally, it shouldn't be a problem to deal with a mere Ireland.

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Dongdu Iron Tower——

Knowing that his identity had been recognized, Ireland was not surprised at all, but he still asked curiously: "How can you be sure that I am from Ireland? Shouldn't people like Mescal who know the art of disguise be more suspicious? ?”

"Because Mescal and Matsumoto's police figures do not match." Conan replied calmly, "If it were him, even if he could hide it for a while, he would be discovered by the police soon."

Ireland finally showed a surprised expression: "I didn't expect you to have seen mezcal."

You must know that even he had never seen the mysterious Mescal before this operation. He had only heard about his "glorious deeds" in Northern Europe and Japan. It seems that his understanding of imps is still very limited.

Ireland walked to the side of Mizutani Kosuke, who was unconscious, and squatted down to find a small bag. He dumped all the contents on the ground and picked out an amulet.

Great, the mission is finally completed.

Conan asked: "What's going on with Police Matsumoto? Shouldn't you..."

"No, he is still alive." Ireland smiled calmly at Conan, "He has to play the role of the prisoner in my place. What do you think, Kudo Shinichi?"

Conan's pupils shrank suddenly and he stared at him in disbelief.

"Even if you live in Kudo's house and try to mix your fingerprints with Kudo Shinichi's, I can still guess your identity." Ireland poured himself a glass of red wine leisurely, "After all, those collected by Kudo's house are consistent with yours." The fingerprints are located in a place that cannot be touched by a child's height. The more you try to hide it, the more you expose your guilty conscience."

Conan's face darkened and he did not refute, because he knew that Ireland was right, and he was already facing the risk of death just based on these doubts.

"Have you reported this to your boss?" Conan asked in a low voice.

"No, I haven't told anyone yet."

Conan was puzzled: "Why?"

Ireland shook the liquid in the tulip cup and replied calmly: "Because a certain person once shot dead members of the organization who had made mistakes. He thought everyone believed his lies, but I know that what he did was just a lie. For one’s own selfish gain.”

He lowered his head with some nostalgia: "Besides, the member who died was still someone I respected like a father."