MTL - How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police-Chapter 77 fans of the authorities

"This is…"

Matsuda Jinping stared blankly at Xin Haikong as he shoved a red-haired young man neatly into the back seat of the car, his eyes widened, his mouth opened slightly, and he couldn't help but mutter.

But Xin Haikong seemed to ignore his intentions at all.

"Officer Xinhai, then we'll deliver it here. Be careful when you go back."

Outside the car window, the sturdy security captain smiled at Xin Haikong and waved goodbye.

"Well! Thank you all."

The black-haired police officer turned his head and smiled with frowning eyes.

He opened the co-pilot's door, sat in, and fastened his seatbelt on his own. He turned his head and signaled Matsuda to drive. He didn't mean to explain at all, but urged Matsuda to drive in a gentle tone.

"Let's go! What are you doing?"

"No, you went to a funeral, why did you bring a prisoner back? Has being a policeman been so busy all these years? Performance at the end of the year?"

Matsuda twisted the key, started the car, glanced at the rear-view mirror, and was still complaining.

Prisoner?

This is your good friend.

The black-haired policeman couldn't help but chuckle.

He and Matsuda knew that Toru Amuro was an undercover agent, and they had also had a showdown before. If they didn't laugh at it, it might not be in line with their character.

"Look carefully, you know this prisoner too."

"I?"

Matsuda simply stared at the red-haired young man in the rearview mirror, with red-haired red hair, unremarkable facial features, dark skin under the red hair, and the pair of black eyeballs.

He rummaged through the acquaintances in his mind, and for a while, he really didn't find anyone with this look.

Moreover, he has always been very principled in making friends, and he is very accurate in seeing people, and he will not find some strange friends. The man in the back seat looks like he has been arrested for committing a crime. How could he have such an acquaintance?

Could it really be that some former acquaintance has unfortunately gone down the wrong road?

Matsuda's expression gradually stiffened, his lips were pressed together tightly, his eyes swept to the lower left corner, and he seemed to be in deep thought.

"I said, Xin Hai, you should give me the key to the handcuffs."

Amuro Toru was also very funny. Seeing that Matsuda had been unable to guess, he simply answered in his original voice.

Hearing Amuro Toru's words, Matsuda was stunned, turned his head back in slow motion like a robot, and looked at the red-haired young man sitting in the back seat.

To be honest, he has been a classmate in the police academy for so long, and he still can't recognize such a voice...

But how could he be here? He was handcuffed by Xinhai like a prisoner. It's a bit outrageous, isn't it, bro, the undercover finally became a criminal?

The dragon slayer eventually became a dragon?

"Falling down?"

Matsuda's voice trembled slightly, with a bit of hesitation.

"Mr. Anshi, I'll give you the key."

Xin Haikong suppressed his smile and handed the key to Toru Amuro in the back seat.

The other party was familiar with holding the key to unlock the lock for himself, and broke free from the handcuffs with his hand that had only been handcuffed for a few minutes. At first glance, he had done such things.

"Okay! Are you joining forces to play me?"

Matsuda Jinpei finally reacted with hindsight, parked the car on the side of the road angrily, unbuckled his seat belt and got up from the driver's seat, leaning in front of the red-haired youth in the back seat.

He stretched out his hand and smeared it on Anshitou's face, peeling off Anshitou's crumbling disguise in three or two strokes, revealing his normal facial features.

The questioning voice that was about to come out, when his eyes fell on the red haircut of his old friend, Shimatt, he stifled it back.

It's so red, it's rare to see Jiang Gu's dark face with big red hair on it.

His left hand hanging beside his leg was about to move, and he wanted to take out his mobile phone from his pocket to take a black photo of an old friend. This kind of black photo is almost impossible to find. If you miss this time, there will be no next time.

But rather than the urge to take pictures, what he wants to do more is—

"Aren't you a wig?"

The hand of sin lingered on Amuro Toru's red hair, and Matsuda couldn't help but pull one out to take a look, and the head under his hand was suddenly put on a mask of pain.

"Of course it's true! Matsuda Jinping!"

It's rare, I haven't heard such an angry voice from this guy for a long time. Matsuda is inevitably a little dazed.

"Ah, Mr. Amuro, did you dye your hair on purpose?"

Xin Haikong also turned his head and added a fire.

The red-haired youth's originally angry expression subsided a little, looking a little embarrassed. He pretended to smile nonchalantly.

"It doesn't matter, after I bleach it, it's my normal hair color. Hurry up and drive! Matsuda, police officer!"

The last few words were uttered by him gnashing his teeth.

Although the Matsuda people sat back, they still did not hold back their curiosity.

"No, I still don't understand. Why do you have to change your face to attend someone else's funeral? You can't use your real face... You killed the dead?"

"no!"

"Then why does Xinhai put handcuffs on you? It's like arresting a criminal. Are you killing another now?"

"Are you driving?"

Matsuda took a hint of threat from Furugu's tone after a long absence. He obediently started the car and slowly drove towards the apartment building where Xin Haikong and Amuro Toru lived. There's something good about these two guys living together.

It's a pity that this guy's mouth is like a shell that can't be pryed open, and he can't hold back an explanation for a long time.

Forget it, he didn't need to explain it, he knew that it was the "secret" of Xinhaijiang and Yugu.

Why is that organization still staring at Xinhai!

Matsuda frowned and kicked the accelerator.

·

Toru Amuro sat up straight, looked at Xin Haikong in the passenger seat, and grabbed the pocket of his suit tightly with his right hand.

Inside was the letter.

The letter M teased him.

Although he knew that this letter was M's trap, he still chose to leave this letter, keeping even a little possibility of finding out the identity of the other party.

He suppressed the anger that was surging in his heart and calmly recalled what happened.

First of all, M took the gems in advance, and predicted that he would take this opportunity to sneak into the Ninomiya mansion to test Yuko Ninomiya.

Yuko Ninomiya should have been softened by herself, but after receiving the letter, she quickly changed her face and wanted to drive herself away.

The contrast between her attitudes before and after is so big, which means that M should have considered this situation in advance, and has some kind of agreement with Yuko Ninomiya that he is not clear about.

Maybe it's all based on the communication of letters, maybe it's the use of that strange symbol as a token.

Either way, it shows that M knows himself far better than he thought.

This kind of enemy lurks in the dark without revealing the slightest, and it feels really bad to be cleaned up in public.

Amuro Toru clenched his fists, his eyes swept across the old friends and juniors in front of him, and looked at the road outside through the transparent glass in front of the car.

It was probably because of the late hour that there were no cars on the straight road.

The dark mountain forest and the layers of trees together create a driveway that looks like a dark tunnel.

Only the dotted street lights occasionally light up, illuminating the not-too-distant road ahead.

He retracted his gaze and once again looked at the junior in the passenger seat.

The black-haired youth leaned on the seat with his head tilted, his eyes closed obediently, his eyelashes trembled slightly with his breathing, as if he had fallen asleep.

I don't know if it's his delusion, the younger generation always seems to like sleeping very much. Almost every time they meet, they always have to keep sleeping.

Especially on a rickety car, every time you fall asleep, it's a life-and-death speed.

He originally wanted to reconfirm the case that night, but unfortunately the junior fell asleep. However... Matsuda was also in the car. If the case was to be discussed, the exposure of his identity would inevitably be brought up for discussion.

hiss-

Amuro took a deep breath, as if he had foreseen the attitude of the two friends at that time.

It is estimated that the two will jointly request to withdraw from the organization immediately.

Forget it, another person can discuss the case.

He took out his mobile phone and slid his fingers aimlessly on the screen. He slid for a long time without finding anyone who could talk to him.

Suddenly, a text message popped up on his phone.

·

"Wake up."

Someone poked his cheek with something icy cold, Xin Haikong frowned, opened his eyes impatiently, and met Matsuda's gaze.

"When you got home, why did you fall asleep again? How long do you stay up every day?"

You're blaming him for that.

It's not that he took the initiative to cook.

Xin Haikong was woken up by the system's prompt sound at 2 o'clock in the morning this morning, and it took a long time to calm down before regaining sleepiness.

But he wasn't sleepy enough to catch up on sleep in the car either.

Originally, I just wanted to pretend to sleep to escape the conversation with Toru Amuro, but the atmosphere in the car turned out to be a little too good. The drive was slow and steady, and the road was dark. It was normal to fall asleep accidentally.

"Who told you to drive too slowly!"

The black-haired young man forced his sleepy eyes to open, the corners of his eyes glowing with water, and his mouth was still thinking.

"Okay, hurry up and go to bed, I don't think you can walk all the way."

Matsuda carried Xin Haikong into the elevator safely. After pressing the floor button, he let out a long sigh of relief.

"Huh? What about Mr. Amuro?"

Xin Haikong's brain finally sobered up, and he looked around blankly, but he couldn't find anyone from Amuro.

Although he didn't want to deal with Amuro Toru, the other party should be very interested in the case that day, why didn't he follow him?

"The guy said he had work to do and left halfway."

Seeing the elevator door open, Matsuda gently pushed Xin Haikong from behind, motioning him to go out.

"I won't send you home, just walk back on your own."

Hello!

Xin Haikong stepped out of the elevator and looked back at Matsuda blankly.

I left halfway...what does that mean?

Did something happen that he didn't know about?

In all of Amuro Toru's current affairs, isn't it the most important thing to resolve the matter that has something to do with M?

What else could happen?

·

In the middle of the night, a young man with blond hair knocked on Dr. Agasa's door.

The door opened quickly, and Amuro Toru immediately stepped in, bent down, and happened to meet the familiar little detective.

"Mr. Amuro! You are finally here!"

Conan's tone was full of excitement, as if he had been waiting for him for a long time.

"What's the matter with me?"

Anshito lowered his head and asked with a serious face, "What do you mean by what you sent in the text message? Why do you think there is something else in the matter that day?"

He gets a text message from Conan in the car that says—

[Mr. Amuro, the murder case at the Stone of Life Art Exhibition may have other hidden meanings. ]

This is very interesting. There is indeed another hidden story in that murder case, and the mastermind behind it is M.

But he was able to obtain this information by inadvertently revealing information from Rum. How did the little detective know?

And how exactly did you define the whole incident as a homicide?

After Amuro Toru finished bleaching his hair, he came here directly according to the agreement on the text message.

The blond youth bent down, his purple-gray eyes fixed on Conan.

"I…"

Conan's expression swayed for a moment, and he was a little hesitant to speak.

The information in his hand was obtained from Haibara Ai, but Haibara didn't seem to want to get involved with Mr. Amuro. It can only be said that half of it is left, and his eyes rolled around.

"Ah! I was chatting with Dr. A Li today, and I happened to talk about the case that day." The little detective smirked and scratched the back of his head, and said tentatively:

"There are actually many kinds of drugs that can cause heart palsy," Dr. said. There are even mixed poisons that can be used in combination, where the first drug is injected two or three hours before and the second drug is released at a certain point. It just smells People on the second drug won't have anything, but people who were injected with the first drug beforehand will have seizures."

"So I'm wondering if Mr. Ninomiya Kenzaburo's death is not a coincidence..."

Conan slowly raised his head and peeked at Toru Amuro from the corner of his eye. Lying in front of Mr. Amuro made him feel a little guilty. Seeing Mr. Amuro's expressionless face, he felt more and more guilty.

"Ahaha, this is just my guess. I know it's outrageous. If Mr. Amuro thinks there is no problem, then forget it."

"Do not."

Amuro straightened up, glanced around, walked over to Conan, pulled a chair from the side, and sat down.

"You are right."

"Really? Mr. Amuro, I have long thought that the murder case that day was wrong. How could there be such a coincidence that I was scared to death by the extinguished light. Did someone from that organization poison Kenzaburo Ninomiya with some kind of drug? Ah? Later, it was reported in the newspaper that the Stone of Life was stolen again, is it also related to the organization!"

Conan's whole body was refreshed, and he looked at Toru Amuro without blinking, so excited that he jumped up from his chair.

Amuro glanced at the little detective and nodded.

Kudo Shinichi is a little smarter than he thought. The content of speculation and the truth are almost inseparable.

If he really can't find someone to think about, maybe he can try to ask this guy? After all, this guy was in the art museum at the time, so maybe he had some new ideas about the case at that time.

"Mr. Amuro?"

Conan put his hands on the table and approached Toru Amuro, wanting to wait for an answer.

"The truth of the matter is almost as you guessed..."

Toru Amuro picked it up and told the story, from the mission of the organization to the defense of the gem, to the death of Kenzaburo Ninomiya, the theft of the gem again, and the information the organization obtained the gem.

Of course, there were a lot of details that he avoided talking about.

The good thing about talking with Kudo Shinichi is that this guy can't protect himself and won't pay too much attention to his situation.

"So..." Conan frowned, looking at Amuro Toru worriedly.

"That legendary M almost predicted all of your predictions, Mr. Amuro?"

Hit the nail on the head.

Toru Amuro's expression went blank for a moment.

As shameful as it is to admit, it is the way it is, and there is little room for refutation.

"I feel that all my actions are anticipated by the other party in advance, but I have absolutely no idea what the other party is like."

The bad feeling of falling into the opponent's trap step by step, the peeping feeling that follows him around him makes him extremely uneasy.

The grey area that he had always lived on was now strongly entered by the legendary M, and it came and went.

"Can we summarize what is currently known about M?"

Conan frowned and thought about it for a long time, but still felt confused. He took out a piece of white paper and a pen from the drawer under the desk and began to write.

"How many cases have there been about M so far, Mr. Amuro?"

"From the very beginning of the case, it should be a bomb on the Shinkansen. I got information from the organization's contact person that M will take away a large number of new bombs of the organization in order to carry out the mission."

"He should have tested the bomb on the Shinkansen first to see how it worked, but the bomb was discovered by Shinkai, so the other party suspended the plan."

"Indeed, I was at the scene of that case, and I found the bomb."

Conan nodded and wrote on the paper—

[1. The Shinkansen bombing, Conan and Xinkaikong found bombs. ]

"The second case should be Tokyo Tower, the prisoner kidnapped..."

Amuro was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Conan, hesitating to say anything.

Conan and Amuro looked at each other in embarrassment.

The two looked at each other, the air froze awkwardly, and there was no need to move for a long time.

Until Conan couldn't hold it anymore, he swallowed and nodded with difficulty.

"Second prisoner kidnapped me."

"…why is it you again?"

"It's not all me. The Xinhai police officer saved me."

Conan smiled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head, took the pen and continued to write—

[2. Tokyo Tower Bombing. Conan is kidnapped, rescued by new sea and air. ]

"What about the third case?"

"The third case is the case of the Hakuma group. Within two hours of the underground gangster's destruction, all their properties were annexed by the organization one by one. From this case, I speculated that M was organized in the Metropolitan Police Department. Undercover, and through the subsequent kidnapping case, the suspect is directly locked on the police officer Murakami Masaki of the Hashimama Group's special search headquarters."

Amuro glanced at Conan's small hand holding the pen, and compared the speed of writing on both sides. He took the pen to his hand impatiently, and wrote in succession—

[3. Intercolumn group events.

4. Kidnapping Xin Haikong. ]

"And after that?"

Conan suddenly heard such a huge amount of information, and the whole person struggled to digest.

Amuro Toru seemed to have been completely immersed in his own thoughts and kept talking to himself.

"After that, I couldn't directly arrest Masaki Murakami, so I asked the younger generation to investigate this guy."

The junior in the mouth of Mr. Amuro... is it police officer Shinkai? Conan's eyes were fixed on Amuro Toru, for fear of missing a minute and a second of details.

"The fifth case was the Osaka serial murder case. As the murderer's last target of revenge, Masaki Murakami died together with the murderer on Shinsaibashi in the city center. But in fact, it was the real Masaki Murakami who died. M has long since died. Yi Rong became another person and abandoned this vest that had already been exposed!"

"My first attempt to capture M was unsuccessful."

Unable to contain the anger and frustration in his heart, Amuro Toru clenched his five fingers into fists and smashed them against the solid wood desk.

Conan took the pen carefully and wrote on the paper—

[5. Osaka serial murder case, the arrest failed. ]

"Since then, M has changed his face, right?"

"In fact, he has been changing face, but since then, I have never met M directly. If I had known this, even at the risk of revealing my identity, I would have to arrest him at all costs."

Amuro Toru is very regretful now. M already knew his identity, but he failed to use his early advantage to catch M in time. This wave was indeed his decision-making mistake.

"The sixth case was the attack of Atobe Keigo in a haunted house. The truth we finally traced was that M turned against the police officer Masahiro Hirohiko, who lost his daughter eight years ago, and made him serve the organization for eight years. ."

"Have you finally caught Fangcun?"

"No!"

Amuro gritted his teeth, and the more he talked, the more he felt that he was useless in the game with M.

M should have reminded Fangcun to flee in advance. After his public security colleagues arrived at Fangcun Hongyan's house, only the house was full of mess.

Toru Amuro took back the pen and wrote on the paper while talking about the seventh case.

[6. Hirohiko Fangmura and Haunted House hurt people.

7. The death of Kenzaburo Ninomiya, the stone of life of cutting Hu. ]

In the early stage, M actually left a lot of flaws, and soon exposed his first vest Murakami Masaki. It's a pity that Amuro Toru was not able to take advantage of that time to catch the other party.

The real tipping point was the day Murakami Masaki died, and all the clues were broken there.

Since then, M seems to have evaporated from the world, and can no longer find the slightest trace.

And he also entered a completely disadvantageous situation.

"M seems to know Mr. Amuro in particular?"

Conan recalled what Toru Amuro had said to him, and said thoughtfully.

"M knows that Mr. Amuro will have doubts about the gem, that Mr. Amuro will test Yuko Ninomiya for this, and even that Mr. Amuro will give up his plan after reading the letter and get the letter."

What Conan mentioned, Amuro had long realized that this M was too good at playing with people's hearts.

Whether it was against Fangmura Hirohiko, or the speculation at that time that he would enter the haunted house, and then a series of events this evening, it seemed that he was playing with his own hands.

What the **** is this M?

"I want to say..."

Conan looked up at Amuro Toru hesitantly, with a worried expression on his face.

"what you want to say?"

Amuro frowned. His temper was a bit too grumpy today, and he was not the same as himself under normal circumstances. Now this little detective is scared to speak.

But anyone who is played like this will probably not be in a good mood.

Toru Amuro suppressed the anger in his heart, took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and then looked at the little detective gently.

The little detective also took a deep breath, his black eyes covered with a layer of worry, as if he had done enough psychological construction, and then slowly opened his mouth—

"Mr. Anshi, have you ever thought that this M is likely to know you?"