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Ironclad evidence pointing to the murderer, Junichi Tanaka!
In another corner, forensic investigators also discovered some blurry footprints that did not belong to Airi Horikawa, as well as a small piece of torn fabric from a high-end suit, further confirming Junichi Tanaka's crimes.
“The evidence is conclusive.” Sato Miwako’s voice was cold, with a heavy sense of relief. “Now, Tanaka Junichi can no longer deny it.”
With flashing police lights, the ambulance sped away, carrying a glimmer of hope.
Behind them lay the cold warehouse that had swallowed lives and concealed evil, now tightly surrounded by even more police officers. Forensic investigators were busy inside, like peeling back scars, exposing all the dark details to the light of day.
This thrilling chase and rescue has come to a temporary end, but the legal trial and the redemption of the soul have only just begun.
Kogoro Mouri looked at the staff member in front of him and shook his head helplessly: "Sigh..."
Yuuki Takada patted him on the shoulder, his gaze deep and thoughtful: "Brother Mori, don't worry, I believe your detective career will be bright in the near future."
Miwako Sato took a deep breath of the chilly air and picked up the walkie-talkie: "Headquarters, the target warehouse is under control. Two key victims have been found. Conclusive evidence has been discovered. Requesting instructions on the next steps for suspect transfer and evidence preservation..."
The truth has come to light, and it will continue to resonate in everyone's hearts.
Chapter 59 Do me a small favor
beep.
Seeing his phone ring, Yuuki Takada answered it without hesitation.
"Hello Inspector Takada, I have quickly deciphered the contents of the USB drive you gave me."
"Several of them are indecent videos of Junichi Tanaka, as well as his ledgers for falsifying accounts."
Yuuki Takada said into the other end of the phone, "Alright, thanks for your hard work. After Junichi Tanaka's two murder cases are over, I'll treat you to a meal sometime."
"Inspector Takada, you're too kind. It's not easy for me to have the opportunity to help you."
The call was then disconnected.
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beep...
As Yuuki Takada listened to the busy tone on the other end of the phone, he took the phone away from his ear.
Before he could process the clues from the USB drive's contents, the indecent videos and fake ledgers were undoubtedly the weapons that broke down Tanaka Junichi's psychological defenses, and the device in his hand suddenly started vibrating again.
It wasn't a ringtone, but two short, muffled vibrations, more accurately resembling the melody of Seven Crows.
Yuki Takada's heart sank.
This specific vibration pattern belongs only to a channel that he has encrypted and hidden.
He took a deep breath, unlocked the screen, and a text message without any sender information appeared on the screen like a ghost.
The words are cold and devoid of any emotion, yet they carry an unquestionable tone of command:
"The experimental subject exhibited a large-scale irreversible rejection reaction to the APTX-4869 derivative compound (code name: 'Nirvana'), resulting in the failure of the 7th batch. Raw materials (see Annex 7-B for the list) have been exhausted. Emergency funds (budget: 300 million yen) must be activated immediately to procure 'Crimson Matrix' and active culture materials. Approval authority: Hennessy. Approval within 24 hours. Vermouth."
Yuki Takada's pupils suddenly contracted, and his fingertips instantly turned icy cold.
APTX-4869!
It turns out to be the very medicine that unexpectedly turned Shinichi Kudo into Conan!
So, does that mean all the children I had Director Ishida bring into the organization before became test subjects in this experiment?
They were actually using living children to test this terrible poison!
"Irreversible rejection reaction"... Behind these few words, how many young lives have been lost or are being subjected to inhuman torture?
“Crimson Cornerstone”... He vaguely knew that this was the organization’s code name for a certain rare radioactive element.
The term "active culture material" sounds chilling.
Three hundred million yen, just for the next experiment that is destined to be stained with blood!
A strong urge to vomit surged up his head along with a surge of anger.
Even though he did not participate in the experiment.
Through this cold screen, it seems as if he is in the laboratory at any moment, listening to the children's faint cries and desperate groans.
Even in the next moment, he would see Vermouth's beautiful yet venomous face.
Initially, he brought the children from the orphanage back to the organization simply to complete tasks assigned by the organization.
After all, who cares about the number of children in a dilapidated welfare home?
Now, he does feel that what he has done is somewhat inappropriate, but there is nothing he can do now, as the organization has devoted itself entirely to the research of the APTX-4869 drug.
Even if I refuse now, not to mention whether my boss will agree, Rum might be the first to jump out and stop me.
But reason instantly suppressed it.
reject?
Furthermore, if there were an organization behind him, would he have been able to infiltrate the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department?
The organization would not hesitate to eliminate him and then replace him with someone else to approve the experiment, which would continue, while those children... might lose even the last glimmer of hope of being saved.
His thumb pressed hard against the cold screen, his knuckles turning white.
The dazzling Tokyo night view outside his office window now appeared to him like the menacing maw of a giant beast, devouring light and hope.
The few seconds of silence felt like an eternity.
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, all that remained in his eyes was a numb, bottomless darkness.
He skillfully switched to another encrypted interface, entered a long and complex string of commands, and found the funding application that was pending approval.
[Instruction: /Approved]
Authorization Code: ********
[Note: /Prioritize/Clear logs]
Each character I type feels like a knife being carved into my conscience.
When he finally pressed the send button, he felt something inside him shatter completely.
A notification of fund outflow flashed by instantly.
Almost simultaneously, a new text message arrived silently, still without a sender:
"Received. Funds have been initiated. 'That gentleman' expressed his appreciation for your efficiency. Gin."
Gin!
The chill emanating from this name was even greater than that from Vermouth, like a cold gun barrel pressed directly against the back of the head.
This is not just a notification, but a warning and surveillance.
The organization never truly trusted him; every step he took was closely watched in the dark.
Yuki Takada slammed his phone down on his desk with a dull thud.
He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his throbbing temples.
The lingering vibration of the phone on the table seemed not to have completely dissipated, and the chill from the dark world still lingered on Yuuki Takada's fingertips.
The name Gin was like an icicle, driven deep into his nerves.
"Hennessy, if I hadn't helped you with the Shinkansen incident last time, it's about time you did me a small favor this time."
Yuuki Takada sent the other party a text message: "What do you want me to do?"
"Don't worry, you should know soon enough."
Gin, what are you up to?
Yuki Takada leaned back in his chair, trying to recall the scene from the Shinkansen train explosion the day before.
Honestly, if Gin hadn't been on the Shinkansen that day, he might not have been able to escape safely.
Forget it, I'll just consider it repaying a favor he did me.
The office lights were blindingly pale.
Just then, there was a rapid knock on the office door.
"Please come in." Yuuki Takada quickly sat up straight, trying to make his voice sound calm, even though his heart was in turmoil.
The person who pushed open the door was his subordinate, Sato Miwako.
Her face was a little pale, and her breathing was slightly rapid, indicating that she had rushed over.
“Inspector Takada!” Sato Miwako said urgently, her voice cold, “We just received a report of a murder at the ‘Blues’ Jazz Bar in 3-chome, Minato Ward! The situation… is a bit complicated.”
Yuki Takada's brows furrowed immediately.
All internal struggles were instantly suppressed, and professional instincts took over.
A port area, a bustling district, a murder case—that in itself means trouble.
Chapter 60 Sudden Case
"What exactly happened?" Yuuki Takada stood up and grabbed his suit jacket draped over the back of his chair.
"The deceased was the bar owner, named Nobuo Shimazaki, male, 45 years old. The preliminary judgment is that he died of cyanide poisoning, and he was found behind the bar."
“But…” Sato Miwako paused abruptly, a look of confusion on her face, and said gravely, “The scene is very strange. On the bar, in front of the deceased, there was a… dead crow.”
"The black feathers were intact, as if they had been carefully placed there."
"A crow?" Yuki Takada paused.
The image made his heart skip a beat; the melody of the command he had just received—"Seven Ravens"—was still faintly echoing in his mind.
Is it a coincidence?
Or... is this the thing Gin asked him to handle?
He immediately suppressed this overly alarming thought.
The organization operates with extreme secrecy, making it impossible for it to leave traces in such a concrete and ritualistic way.
This is more likely a morbid imitation, a pure coincidence.