Teenage Detective

By Nolan Mathieu

As a former member of the Investigation Division, he knew that fires, disappearances, and other cases received much less police attention and attention than homicides. Even more serious arson cases were difficult to be handed over to more capable personnel, unless they were serial arson cases. There were more than 200 people in the Investigation Division, and more than half of them worked in homicide-related teams. But what would he bring this time?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nolan Mathieu
• Release date: Jun 12, 2024
• ISBN: 9798227771520

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Teenage Detective​​

Chapter 1 Don't Come Close

I haven't been to class for so long. Don't you feel like you can't understand what's being taught?

Finish

Hmm? Frankie Morrison followed her gaze and glanced at the book he had just closed, then scratched his head. It's okay. I wasn't away for long...right?

Is this what a smart person is? That's really unfair. Suzuki Sonoko, who was watching their movements with her face in her hands, shook her head. Yeah, if you don't have a good memory, you can't be a detective.

Um, ahahaha... Frankie Morrison laughed dryly a few times, not knowing how to answer for a moment, and could only silently change the textbook for the next class.

How should he put it?

His IQ is indeed not low. Due to his career interests and plans, he has been reading a variety of content to expand his knowledge since he was a child.

Therefore, the learning content in high school that can be solved by memorization and basic logical calculations does not put much pressure on him.

But coming back today can be so seamless...

The main reason is that during the time he disappeared, he was still able to roughly understand the teaching progress of Teitan from the homework and learning situation of Benjamin Grant and David Davison.

I don't have a girlfriend because I have high standards. If I were to take the initiative to find one, I would...

Among the many students who found various excuses and brought questions and materials from various subjects to Judy's office to chat, his frequency of visiting Judy was definitely not high.

...So the person in the scandal is me?

Putting down the new paper in his hand, David Davison felt amused and shook his head.

Hey, how old is she? She looks quite young to me.

Then I received all kinds of gazes filled with curiosity and gossip.

That's right, Teacher Judy, she's very nice to us.

The girls burst into laughter and joined in the heated gossip.

There are so many beautiful girls in school, but you don't have a partner. Is it because you don't like to find one? Suzuki Sonoko snorted and added without giving in.

If he stays in primary school for a few more days and learns the basics of listening, speaking, reading, writing, addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, he will be forced to fit in.

The version I heard was that Teacher Judy seemed to like a certain student...

Yeah, you don't have to worry about English class. Knowing that Frankie Morrison often travels between the two countries because of his parents, Suzuki Sonoko waved her hand and said, Your English level is better than my Chinese level.

But Teacher Judy seems to be quite old. It's hard to believe that she's still single.

No, Dr. Shinde seems to have a girlfriend?

This is what a 17 year old should listen to!

Huh? I thought she was 24 or 25 at most.

Not bad. Seeing him answer, the boy made faces as expected.

David Davison, who had long been accustomed to blocking out the noise around him, only raised his head belatedly when the classroom became unusually quiet during the break.

Her critical hits were extremely effective, and the classroom was immediately filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Lively discussions arose everywhere, and then gradually died down after talking about the scandal between Judy and her students.

Frankie Morrison subconsciously looked in the direction of David Davison. When he remembered that he was not very familiar with David Davison in theory, he resisted the idea of giving an example.

Rather than boring grade discussions, beautiful teachers are what these hormone-driven high school boys like to talk about.

Yes, she is a foreign beauty with a great figure. The boy who took the lead in teasing Frankie Morrison and Benjamin Grant in the morning turned around and gave a thumbs up, Teacher Judy, this is it.

Teacher Judy is a great beauty at the age of 28, and of course she is also a great beauty at the age of 18. Only great beauties can look down on you guys.

That's right, and Nishikawa, I heard before that you went to find that guy from Class A. Did your confession fail?

Next up is English class. Frankie Morrison touched his nose, embarrassed to express his emotions, and changed the subject, I haven't seen the new semester's schedule yet.

Look at David Davison, his English reading ability is so good, and his oral English is also first-rate, but his English scores are still flying low all day long...

Ah? I heard her say that she had been married and divorced a long time ago, and that she came to Japan because she was widowed.

Hey Frankie Morrison, the boy sitting in front of them saw that the topic had turned to English class, turned around and said excitedly, Don't worry about grades. You've been away for a long time, you haven't met the new English teacher!

Suzuki Sonoko rolled her eyes at the group of over-energetic boys, slammed her English book on the table, and interrupted unhappily, Stop talking about the age of a beautiful girl behind her back. Let alone 28, even if she's 18, you guys don't have a chance.

Except for the first few minutes when he felt unfamiliar, he even felt a little moved as he listened to the rest of the class.

As more people started talking, the topic quickly deviated from the topic, and soon turned from mocking the boys' wishful thinking to discussing Judy's emotional life.

What nonsense are you talking about! Teacher Judy doesn't think highly of us, that's because we are young!

Exams are different from daily conversations...

Oh, it's normal that you can't tell her age as a foreigner. The last time I saw her work ID, Ms. Judy was 28 years old.

Oh? A new teacher? Frankie Morrison, who had actually met Judy more than once, had a premonition of what they were going to say, but he had to force himself to cheer up and pretend to be very interested.

He could guess what would happen next without them saying anything.

Why is this happening? Did they digest the handsome guy and the beautiful girl internally? What a waste!

Suzuki, it's too much for you to say that! The boys who were interrupted by her words immediately started to make a noise.

The topics that high school students often discuss are very narrow, and the opposite sex is one of the major topics that they cannot cross.

Considering Judy's appearance and figure, the topic about her will probably continue to be popular for a long time.

Teacher Judy, you must be kidding. I saw her hanging out with Dr. Arata during the holidays, I think, hehe...

Well, speaking of Teacher Judy, I heard that she already has a crush on someone.

However, as a member of Alexander Robertson's team, Judy often plays the role of the relay when Alexander Robertson has no time to contact David Davison or when the situation changes.

In contrast, David Davison, who was often called upon by Judy, seemed to be special.

According to his own habits, David Davison, who has already caused too much disrepute, would not respond to these glances at all.

——It wouldn't be a big deal to let these rumors run wild. Gossip can't hurt professionals like him and Judy.

But, thinking back to this morning, Frankie Morrison, who had come to him to show his brotherly love, and seemed to hope that he could get along well with his classmates...

After folding the corner of the page he was reading, David Davison also took out his English textbook and placed it on the table. He spoke for the first time in his life and responded to these groundless gossips.

Do you think there's something going on between me and Teacher Judy? It's just a misunderstanding. Teacher Judy has a lover. After thinking for a while, David Davison spoke the truth, The person is my brother.

Eh?!?!

Shocked by the autistic man's abrupt words and shocked by what David Davison said, the students around him exclaimed in surprise.

I thought I heard someone calling my name.

Judy, holding books and lesson plans, pushed open the back door of the classroom and walked in with a smile.

Are you interested in my private life? Judy raised her eyebrows and curled her red lips that seemed to be painted with blood. You can ask me directly. Do you want to come to my office and sit down?

The high school students who were caught talking about others behind their backs immediately lowered their heads and studied the texture of the desks in front of them as if nothing had happened. No one dared to respond.

After looking around, Judy nodded with satisfaction, stopped beside David Davison, and patted his shoulder What about you, David Davison?

Judy's red nails dug heavily on David Davison's shoulders, her fingertips full of strength, obviously having heard David Davison's last choreography.

David Davison, who rarely gossiped about others and was caught by the person involved, said ...

Sure enough, trying to join the social life of mentally retarded high school students comes at a price.

What did you say? After a few seconds of mental preparation, David Davison, who had enough nerves, raised his head without blushing or beating his heart. I don't know, cousin.

Judy's fingers on David Davison's shoulders suddenly loosened.

This kid is simply relying on his relationship with Alexander Robertson to bully others by taking advantage of his power.

...Also, how did he find out about her situation? Or could even this be considered intuition?

After staring at David Davison, who had an innocent look on his face, for a few seconds, Judy looked away, coughed, turned around and continued walking towards the podium.

Okay, stop chatting, everyone, and concentrate on getting ready for class...

The students, holding their English books tremblingly, exchanged a few shocked and excited glances in silence.

Didn't Teacher Judy just agree? Right? It must be, right?!

Also, is David Davison actually this kind of guy? From a certain perspective, it seems that he can also be regarded as a hypocrite...

In a subtle atmosphere, the English class officially began.

Frankie Morrison, who had only heard David Davison's family history, slowly widened his eyes after simply sorting out the logic.

Wait a minute, the cousin David Davison mentioned seems to be just one person?

Could it be that Teacher Judy is also...? !

W hat's wrong, Mr. Akai ?

Seeing Alexander Robertson, who was adjusting the channel with a monitor on, suddenly paused and remained silent for a long time, Camille asked curiously.

Alexander Robertson is the type of person who can be patient, keep his attention and experience highly focused for years, and keep moving forward as long as he is provided with direction and goals.

Even if you really feel tired and lack energy, you must never show weakness in front of others.

He is like a lone wolf living in the wild. He firmly believes that any signs of fatigue and slackness may become opportunities for other hunters to seize. He refuses to relax at all. The long-term undercover life has also made him accustomed to grinding his teeth and sucking blood, and being sharp at all times.

To put it simply, if one can be distracted to the point of being unable to recover in front of him, then Alexander Robertson must be in trouble .

......nothing.

During the normal channel switching test, Alexander Robertson, who was forced to accompany Judy to experience David Davison's shamelessness, took a breath and continued to change channels firmly.

Forget it, if it's David Davison, he shouldn't be surprised no matter what kind of accident happens.

He was just taking advantage of Judy's old relationship to avoid being retaliated by Judy. If it were David Davison, it would seem that...

No, how did David Davison find out that he and Judy had a relationship, and that Judy probably hasn't given up on him yet?

Everything else is easy to explain, but how can this be classified as intelligence capability? Or has Bourbon finally gone crazy and decided to start the investigation from Alexander Robertson wearing open-crotch pants?

Alexander Robertson was puzzled when he first felt the damage to David Davison's reputation.

Of course he himself couldn't tell David Davison, and he didn't think Judy would tell David Davison such a thing either.

After counting, it seems that there is only...

Alexander Robertson looked silently at the confused Kamal.

Kamal, who didn’t understand what happened but whose reputation was also damaged?

G o to your house for dinner? Frankie Morrison, who was packing his schoolbag, froze for a moment and reflexively became alert. Why, why did you say that suddenly?

Benjamin Grant tilted his head and observed his expression for a while, then shrugged You haven't been home for so long, there must be no food at home? Hattori and the others will stay in Tokyo for two days, why don't you just go to my house and eat.

I see... Frankie Morrison laughed awkwardly after realizing that he had overreacted.

In fact, even if Frankie Morrison had not been away for a long time, as childhood sweethearts, it was their normal state to often have Frankie Morrison, who was ruthlessly abandoned by his parents and had to eat at home, go out for dinner.

The reason for such a big reaction is that Frankie Morrison, who has been staying at Benjamin Grant's house for a long time with another ID card, is just feeling guilty.

Well, I remember hearing you mention before that your uncle Benjamin Grant is cooking for you now? Frankie Morrison racked his brains to find a solution, using his quick wit, I'll just go and eat. I'm sorry to bother you.

No problem. Benjamin Grant picked up his shoulder bag, looking relaxed and casual. Adding a few more people won't increase the workload much. On the contrary, because there are so few people eating, it's not easy to estimate the amount of food. Dad even complained that he often made too much.

Oh, I see... Frankie Morrison responded dryly. Having indeed heard Jacob Smith complain like this, he thought about it carefully for a moment, his tense nerves slowly relaxed, and he reflected secretly in his heart.

Although Alby Mackay only said some ordinary sentences with no logical problems, he couldn't help but extend them in a more profound direction.

Perhaps, this is the true portrayal of suspecting someone of stealing an axe.

It's a good opportunity to invite Hattori Kazuha. David Davison, my father and I will cook together and show you our cooking skills. Benjamin Grant raised the corners of his lips, looking very happy. I have always felt sorry that Hattori and his family came all the way to support us, but we were a bit inadequate in entertaining them...

Wait a minute, classmate. David Davison moved the phone away from his ear and interrupted the conversation between the two people, who were hard to tell whether they were chatting or fighting. He calmly stated the situation he had expected, Something went wrong. Hattori and Toyama's phone numbers are unreachable.

I had already guessed the direction of the plot development, but after confirming it over the phone, David Davison finally put his mind at ease.

He knew that the detectives' exciting after-school activities were unavoidable.

Hattori Heiji and Toyama Kazuha, who went together to do something for their parents, met with an accident as expected.

Chapter 2 Detective Ability

As soon as Jacob Smith returned home, carrying bags of groceries, he was greeted by the gazes of high school students sitting in a row on the sofa in the office.

All of a sudden, Jacob Smith remembered what he had seen in a documentary the parent birds worked hard to bring food back to the nest, and saw a row of baby birds that had not even fully grown their feathers, chirping and opening their mouths wide, waiting for food.

An indescribable fatigue arose spontaneously, and Jacob Smith suddenly empathized with the housewives who had to take care of food for the whole family.

It's really tiring to take care of these little things that only eat and don't work...

That Hattori kid is missing?

Soon, Jacob Smith heard about higher blood pressure.

If it was just his phone that was not working or could not be contacted, it might not be a big problem, but the same is true for Miss Yuanshan. David Davison nodded and described the problem. It is very unlikely that both of them lost contact at the same time.

They are people with a sense of time. They have already agreed in the morning to have dinner together when we come back from school. Benjamin Grant also frowned tightly. If there are any special circumstances, I think they will notify us.

David Davison said, you know the person they are looking for today, so we came to ask you. Frankie Morrison looked at Jacob Smith, looking at his face that had also been working day and night, and sighed in his heart.

The detective industry in Tokyo is developed, and there are naturally many large and powerful detective agencies - this is why Toru Amuro used the reason to start a business to start a detective agency, and no one even thought it was strange - but the nature of the work is left here, and then expanded. Industry is still limited.

After all, detectives are not lawyers, and they don't even have an entrance exam. What they pay attention to is personalized customization and one-on-one service. Most of them still work alone.

If the real Ellis Patterson was brought there, he could be included in the battle with a football, so why bring Alfred Hamilton to join in the fun?

With the encouragement of sister Sophie Taylor, the otaku kid has indeed increased the frequency of morning exercises, and the improvement in his physical fitness is visible to the naked eye. However, in a fighting situation, moving his calves faster is of no use.

What business do you have with him? The man on the other side seemed to know Jacob Smith's style very well and laughed twice. But you came at a bad time. I couldn't contact Nanchuan in the past two or three days.

It's not convenient for you high school students to go to Beido Town without a driver's license. How about... Jacob Smith, who was already worried, stared at the bag of vegetables for a few seconds and his mood fluctuated again.

At that time, Toru Amuro, who was responsible for identifying the direction in the vast snow and leading the way and leaving tire tracks, drove the car very steadily, which made Benjamin Grant not understand the reason why David Davison asked the question at all.

Yes, two people came at around ten in the morning. They were students from Osaka, one boy and one girl, right? The person on the other side gave a definite answer, I told them that Kusukawa was not around recently, so they asked for Kusukawa's home address and left.

Jacob Smith looked at Ellis Patterson in shock for a moment, then looked at David Davison who was smiling and approving for a moment, and he began to wonder.

You guys really like to worry. What can a detective do? Jacob Smith muttered, but he still took out his phone and looked through the address book. Okay, then I'll give them a call and ask.

I've been a fake elementary school student for so long that I can't speak casually now. I even feel uncomfortable using some honorifics.

Well, okay. Alfred Hamilton, wearing a mask, put his hands in his trouser pockets, trying to imitate Ellis Patterson's usual style, but one could still feel his quietness.

No, Ellis Patterson has a cold. If he goes out on a rainy day and gets wet, he will have a fever. David Davison shook his head in denial.

It's hard to say which is more terrifying staying home to deal with so many dishes or running out to find the missing high school student.

David Davison nodded with satisfaction towards his sensible sister.

Eh? Is it just you guys and Ellis Patterson? Jacob Smith subconsciously included the child who had been too quiet in the past two days when he counted the heads.

Last time, thanks to David Davison's brilliant idea, they were escorted by several superheroes and experienced a terrifying night when the mountain was closed due to a blizzard and they were forced to stay overnight.

No problem, leave it to us!

Has it been two or three days since we last contacted each other? Jacob Smith's expression became a little more serious. Did you not call the police?

Is this why you asked us if we had eaten before we got in the car? Benjamin Grant calmed down for a while and said weakly, It wasn't like this the last time we took Mr. Amuro's car...

I'll ask Mr. Amuro for help. David Davison had already made a backup plan, so he made sure nothing went wrong. Don't worry. Mr. Amuro has been driving for so many years, but he has no violation record.

Who would have thought that Ellis Patterson agreed immediately.

David Davison added in his mind.

It's raining so hard, and I originally only needed to wait to welcome the guests, but now I have to go out and find where the guests are...

As expected, one of the most annoying things about naughty kids is the noise level.

Does David Davison have such an effect on children? I've never seen Ellis Patterson so obedient before?

No, no, I haven't had time to play these things recently... Facing his daughter's sharp gaze, Jacob Smith tensed his scalp and waved his hands repeatedly, I have something to talk to him about, serious business.

Can you give me the address of your residence? Okay, there is Hatosou at 4-chome, Kaido-machi...

Therefore, the Beihu Detective Agency, which has more than ten people under it and can rent office space, is already a leader in the industry. Jacob Smith certainly has the contact information of their person in charge.

Let's go find someone, Uncle Benjamin Grant. Before Jacob Smith could make a decision, David Davison took the initiative to stand up. It would be impolite if we all rushed to find someone and still hadn't found dinner by the time we got back.

The young man downstairs... Thinking of Amuro Toru, who is Goro Akechi's boss and can be considered a detective, Jacob Smith felt relieved. Then hurry up and don't take too long to look for him. The food will get cold if you wait.

Ah, it's Benjamin Grant... Are you looking for Nanchuan? A middle-aged male voice with a smile and a businessman's temperament came out through the external speaker, What, are you short of partners for mahjong again?

It seems that it would be best to call David Davison to investigate the case next time. Even if it does not help with the reasoning, as long as it can play the role of suppressing the naughty child, it is also a merit...

E ven if you don't agree , this kid... Jacob Smith, who had already experienced Ellis Patterson's style of pestering and squeezing into crime scenes, complained out of habit.

After recording the address, Jacob Smith looked out the window at the rain curtain and sighed deeply.

As a detective, it's not uncommon to lose track of someone for two or three days when something happens. He said he had caught up with a big case and needed someone to follow him. I think he found a fat sheep and wanted to eat it all by himself. I don't know where he is hiding. The person on the other end of the phone obviously didn't take it seriously and answered in a very casual tone.

Not long after, Toru Amuro's Mazda stopped downstairs of Arihito-so in Haido-cho, and four people came out one after another.

Because when he needs to break the law, either he doesn't drive his car at all, or the traffic police can't catch up with him.

Did anyone else go to your place to look for Nanchuan today? They looked like high school students. Jacob Smith asked quickly.

Then two of them, Benjamin Grant and Frankie Morrison, simultaneously grabbed the handrails on the outside of the apartment and retched, holding their chests.

Ellis Patterson, who was sealed by the fire and the cold, has been so silent in the past two days that he often forgot that he existed. The annoying little devil in the past has become well-behaved and cute without a mouth.

That's because the situation was special last time. Mr. Amuro was responsible for being the front of the team in the snowy environment, so he drove more restrainedly. David Davison, who was used to it, stood firmly on the ground with both feet, looking at the two inexperienced high school students with sympathy.

How about it, do you feel happy riding the Gundam?

David Davison... After a long while, Frankie Morrison finally got over the nausea caused by the dizziness and raised his head with gritted teeth, You, you call this driving safely.

It's such a slippery road on a rainy day, but Mr. Amuro was able to drive here in 20 minutes, bypassing the congested main road. It must be very reliable, right? David Davison said shamelessly, pretending not to understand. The situation is urgent. We haven't found Hattori and the others yet. Time is life.

Although it is true that Toru Amuro drives like a Gundam, he knows how normal people drive, and he does not regard his driving skills that are enough to shoot thrilling police and gangster chases as an ordinary skill.

Generally speaking, unless there is an emergency, he drives very steadily and rarely brakes or starts suddenly. He is capable of driving an F1 car, but he is also a veteran driver.

Who made Frankie Morrison say right away that they were going to look for the missing Osaka high school detective?

David Davison can only say that he can't help. Did you choose the idol?

Room 202, not far from the stairs. After parking the car, Toru Amuro approached, looked at the three high school students, and shook his head, You two still need to practice.

The two high school students, one who played football since childhood and the other who studied karate for many years, both thought they had good physical strength and were not very convinced.

There's no such thing as training. We're not going to select pilots... Frankie Morrison complained softly, holding his head.

David Davison, who took in the detective's complaints, silently looked down at the back of his head that was exposed.

It's hard to say. You may not have the chance to fly a fighter jet, but you will have plenty of opportunities to fly a commercial airliner.

While the two dizzy high school students were still recovering, Toru Amuro glanced at David Davison and then looked at Frankie Morrison. His eyes were full of a sense of settlement, You're making trouble again, right? Just wait for me.

The non-existent Ellis Patterson Edogawa is none other than the missing high school detective Frankie Morrison, and David Davison told him this himself.

And now, Frankie Morrison, who theoretically should not have appeared, not only returned safely, but also appeared at the same time with Edogawa Ellis Patterson, saying that David Davison had no idea at all. Anyone who knows a little about David Davison's true nature would generally find it impossible to believe it.

This means that if it weren't for the unexpected situation with Hattori Heiji, Amuro Toru, who had recently been too busy to pay attention to Teitan, would have definitely missed out on important information.

- To put it simply, Frankie Morrison must have a close connection with the missing Ellis Patterson, and David Davison is well aware of it.

Pointing at David Davison with his index finger, Amuro Toru temporarily put aside the topic and returned his attention to the matter at hand This must be the home of Mr. Kusukawa they are looking for.

As soon as I walked to the door, I saw a clearly written notice posted on the door. The words on it clearly stated that the owner was not at home at the moment.

'I will be back before noon. If you have any express packages, please leave them with the landlord on the first floor.' After reading out the key information, Amuro Toru nodded, This is Mr. Kusukawa's tone. This is not fake.

Do you also know Detective Kusukawa? Benjamin Grant was surprised, and finally understood why David Davison chose Toru Amuro to help.

Although Mr. Amuro, who has several jobs and works in a cafe all day, seems to be not interested in the entrepreneurial part, he is actually doing quite well in the industry.

Of course, the Haido Detective Agency is a relatively large one. There are always interactions between colleagues. Although his tone was relaxed, Toru Amuro's gaze remained unrelaxed, and he scanned every position at the door in the fastest time.

This is the brand logo on Hattori's hat. Frankie Morrison, who had just stood in front of the door and immediately got into the mood, accurately pointed out the faint marks on the door. It seems that he and Miss Toyama did not bring umbrellas. This is the water mark left by his hat.

Well, normally he went from the Haido office to this apartment. Considering that he was unfamiliar with the route, he should have arrived at the door around 11 o'clock. He saw the notice and mistakenly thought that Mr. Kusukawa would return at noon, so he waited for a while. Amuro Toru pointed to another mark that was less than waist height. This one might have been left by Hattori-san when he leaned against the door after waiting for a long time.

Almost. Frankie Morrison nodded in agreement, gesturing at the location.

Mistakenly? Benjamin Grant reacted quickly, grasping the message from Amuro's words, Doesn't this notice mean that he will be going home in the afternoon?

I guess Mr. Kusukawa was planning to return home soon, but something prevented him from coming back. Amuro Toru pointed to the transparent tape on the crack of the door at his feet, It's a simple detection device, which is convenient for making sure no one sneaks in.

It was a very simple method, which was common sense for an undercover agent who needed to be extremely cautious on weekdays, so he discovered it extremely quickly.

Amuro Toru knew a little about the missing Kusunoki.

Because he often participates in gambling, Nanchuan has almost no savings, and any new income will soon be put into gambling.

Therefore, Nanchuan, who has an extremely high demand for money, has always liked to take risks and pursue high returns with high risks, which is very consistent with his gambler's mentality.

If you walk by the river, you will get your feet wet. It is normal for him to be extremely cautious about his personal safety.

Yes, now the tape is not only peeling off, but there is a lot of dust on the glue surface. It has been ineffective for some time. Frankie Morrison bent down to observe the short piece of transparent tape and gave his own judgment.

He could notice that Hattori, who was much more capable than him, had stayed at the door for so long, so there was no reason why he couldn't notice it.

Frankie Morrison frowned when he was finally convinced that Hattori Heiji had met with an accident.

Regardless of whether the actual effect met expectations, Hattori came all the way from Osaka to help him.

If the other party is in danger in Tokyo during this period...

Hattori wouldn't leave the door for no reason. He must have discovered something. David Davison, who was standing behind them, said, Suppose he got tired of waiting and sat here, and saw the tape next to him. Then he would definitely...

David Davison reached out, grabbed the door handle of the apartment and turned it hard.

The door of the apartment opened.

It's not locked at all? Someone broke in! Benjamin Grant covered his mouth in shock, looking at the empty entrance of the apartment, and then looked around at the three people around him, Is this a detective? Really amazing.

The three people who actually had the rank of detective smiled at her.

Hattori is also a great detective. Looking at the small pigeon coop, David Davison reminded.

Yes, he will definitely not miss this information. Let's go in and take a look. Frankie Morrison was very sure.

He had no psychological pressure at all to break into a house as he could search the crime scene without restraint, and he easily found the door to the only living room in the small apartment.

Creased paper.

Well, look at this indentation. It's because it's naturally bent when plugged into a right-angle edge.

The intruder didn't find this. It fell naturally. A drawer, or a cabinet door... I guess it's a drawer.

I can’t tell what was taken.

Here on the table, there is pencil powder. It's very new and you can still smell it.

It should be done by Hattori after he entered the house. Let me see the size of the marks. Hmm, about 10 centimeters square...

Yes, a notepad.

"Well, Hattori probably used a pencil to

Kenbashi-cho, Ito...?

There's also a phone number, but the numbers are written lightly and can't be seen clearly across the page.

It’s good to have a direction.

you're right.

David Davison, who had no intention of walking through the sliding door, strolled to the door of the living room and raised his eyebrows at Benjamin Grant who didn't react.

What was he talking about before? You can't think of detective as a normal profession, right?

Detectives in this world are more like a job than a profession, and ordinary Muggles cannot do it.

...Hey. Seeing the two people who had been quietly walking around the room for a few minutes and had finished investigating the direction, Benjamin Grant was silent for a moment and suddenly sighed.

What's wrong? You and Frankie Morrison grew up, haven't you gotten used to this kind of scene yet? David Davison looked at her strangely.

No, I just think that if this is the normal state of detectives, no wonder the police rely on detectives so much. So it is not surprising that my father has been a detective for so long and only became famous by chance at this age. Benjamin Grant said this , there was even a bit of sadness on his face, He used to be a policeman, maybe he is not suitable for this profession.

If we classify Shinichi, Hattori, and even Akechi-kun's talent in the detective profession as genius teenagers, then even Mr. Amuro, who works as a waiter and changes career path, is a detective with first-rate observation and excellent reasoning ability. This is a bit...

It seems that Mr. Kusukawa is really missing. At this point, she couldn't help but murmur, He used to be a policeman, so his professional ability should be average.

Still a policeman, Toru Amuro feels like he was shot several times in the back ...

Frankie Morrison, who was the real behind-the-scenes planner for Jacob Smith's debut and had no way to refute it for a while ...

Pfft - cough cough cough... This is David Davison, who fully understood all the jokes and was struggling to hold back his laughter.

Chapter 641 Law-Abiding Citizen Bourbon

A high school student with a Kansai accent? I've never seen one before.

I have been at home all day and haven't met any strangers yet.

I heard the Kansai accent from Osaka. I've never been there. By the way, this boy looks familiar...

Frankie Morrison covered his face and almost ran away from the door of the last one.

There was something really strange about the look in the housewife's eyes. He suspected that if he ran a little slower, he would be caught and molested by the star-chaser who was suspected to be a detective.

He began to find the knowledge that wealthy and free housewives were the main force of fanatical star-chasing as credible.

Huh... His last name is Ito. After confirming that there was no movement behind him, Frankie Morrison fanned his face with his hands. This is a very common last name. We have checked with five families, but there is no news...

I just said it was too early. For this kind of thing, it's more convenient for the police to come. Benjamin Grant pressed his knees and lowered his head to check the list in his hand. He couldn't help but be curious as he looked at it. The list that Amuro found first is very detailed. Is it because he has been a detective for a while and is more familiar with the police?

Her father was a policeman before he became a detective, and even many of the police officers in charge of related cases in the Metropolitan Police Department had worked with him.

But when it comes to finding people, Jacob Smith still relies mainly on his hard-working legs and door-to-door visits with a smile, which is similar to their situation today.

This makes the address in her hand clear, clearly marked, and even exaggeratedly accompanied by a printout of a route map, which makes it particularly unique.

Because he is not a criminal police, he is a public security police.

David Davison squinted his lips as he tried to find the target location while moving his eyes back and forth between several points.

How should I put it, hearing Benjamin Grant say to Toru Amuro that the detective is more important than the police is really hard to hold back.

Toru Amuro's eyebrows twitched, but his strong qualities as an undercover agent prevented him from showing anything strange.

Forget it, this is the daughter of a famous detective. By the way, she is also the childhood sweetheart of another famous detective. She doesn’t like the police, so...

No, what on earth is going on at the police academy? Are even policemen with professional backgrounds so unsettling to the public? !

He went back and designated a few words to ridicule the guys at the Metropolitan Police Department, and by the way, he checked again on the recent training status of the members of Team Zero...

Yes, after working as a detective for a long time, you will naturally become familiar with the police officers in the area. Holding the documents that his subordinates were rushing to produce at high speed, Amuro replied calmly, That's not how Detective Mr. Benjamin Grant handles cases. ?

How could it be? If it were that easy, many policemen would consider changing careers to become detectives. My father handles those ordinary commissions, such as finding people, finding cats and dogs, emotional issues, etc., and he investigates them himself. Benjamin Grant smiled helplessly, You seem to have more experience than my father.

Maybe he has been handling homicide cases for a long time and is mainly familiar with criminal police. He is not that familiar with the police officers in the local police station. Amuro Toru narrowed his eyes and smiled brightly, and it was impossible to tell that he was talking nonsense.

Of course it's nonsense. The police in the area are still dealing with various public security issues. Being a policeman is not just eavesdropping. Apart from the public security, who would have nothing better to do than to do this kind of census business...

David Davison complained in his heart as the group walked to another Ito door.

Why are you asking this? Are you the police? This time, the uncle who opened the door was obviously more vigilant than the previous few families.

We just want to find... Benjamin Grant smiled and was about to explain his purpose in a nice tone.

Amuro Toru's decisive voice interrupted her directly Yes, police. We are looking for missing minors. Please cooperate.

Oh, oh... Seeing that Amuro Toru not only said this, but even took out his ID with a police badge, the uncle's expression eased a little, Well, two people did knock on the door this afternoon. They must have been looking for someone with the same surname but went to the wrong door.

Well, do you still remember the direction they left last time? Opening the police manual skillfully, Toru Amuro began to write it down seriously.

Yes, I went to the intersection over there. Yes, that direction.

Excuse me, just to confirm, is it a dark-skinned boy and a thin girl?

Yes, that's them.

Do you remember what time we met?

Well, probably around 2pm...

After completing the investigation and questioning work in an orderly manner, Toru Amuro made a few excuses to the uncle who opened the door, such as the case is still under investigation and it's a plainclothes operation, and easily made the other party promise not to publicize the matter, and then he turned around and left calmly.

...What was that just now?! Benjamin Grant pointed at the door behind him, then pointed at the document that Amuro Toru casually put back into his pocket, and was stunned.

It's not a real ID. Amuro Toru curved his eyes again, his smile still as bright and cheerful as ever, Fake ID.

This, this is too... The two facts, that the circumstances of Hattori Heiji's disappearance were indeed special and that Amuro Toru was impersonating a public official, started fighting in Frankie Morrison's mind. He held his head with a dazed expression.

An illegal little trick. It actually works, doesn't it? Toru Amuro snapped his fingers.

Frankie Morrison suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu from Goro Akechi ...

David Davison put his fist to his lips and swallowed a laugh.

How to describe David Davison's feelings...

Funny analysis Nothing Toru Amuro just said was a lie.

Is he a policeman? Of course he is. He is a police inspector who is under 30 years old and is from the Public Security Department of the National Police Agency. There is no one more policeman than him.

Is that a fake certificate in his hand? It is indeed a fake certificate made for him by Team Zero considering his identity.

——This should be called official translation, right?

Toru Amuro has always had this set of certificates, which are legitimate and use the 2-inch photo he took when he first joined the company, except that the name is Tori Amuro instead of his real name.

Since Kaito Kidd can consider the needs during the operation and may need to prepare some police uniforms to blend into the action team, it is reasonable for Bourbon, an intelligence officer with deep needs, to get a set of fake certificates, right?

By the way, David Davison does not deny that he contributed to this bad idea.

After all, it's really funny to see Toru Amuro claiming to be a fake policeman. The more you know about his identity, the funnier it is.

Okay, based on the direction, the scope has been narrowed down to two households. Smiling at the two high school students who were shocked by the dirty world of adults, Amuro Toru turned the topic back to the point, Hurry up, we should be able to make it in time for dinner.

O ne of the two kids with Kansai accents has dark skin? The woman holding the cat hesitated for a moment and shook her head to deny it. They haven't come to my house yet.

Hearing the woman's denial, Frankie Morrison frowned slightly.

However, this is the last suspicious household, which doesn’t make sense.

Hattori Heiji is a voluntary detective with a wider range of work than Jacob Smith, and he may have received no fewer field visits than Jacob Smith.

The chances that he would be so mistaken as to not recognize the direction were extremely small.

He carefully looked at the woman in front of him, comparing her with the last person who opened the door.

He has a plump figure and face, and the clothes he wears are low-key but high-quality formal wear;

The Siamese cat in my arms was shiny and smooth, and its fur and even the shape of its ears had been carefully trimmed.

He is not short of money and has a slightly intellectual temperament. Compared with the man who opened the door last time and refused to cooperate and looked very annoyed, he seems more credible.

Should I go back to the previous store and have another look? I always feel that there is still something worth observing.

Frankie Morrison retracted his gaze as he weighed the pros and cons in his mind. Just as he was about to thank Benjamin Grant and say goodbye, he heard a cry of surprise.

Are you Attorney Misari Ito?

Ah? You know me? The woman was surprised. Have you seen me before?

My mother is also a lawyer. I heard her talk about you. After confirming the other party's identity, Benjamin Grant smiled. She said that you never consider income and profit when taking cases. You are a public interest lawyer with a sense of social responsibility.

That's really too much praise, but thank you mother for the compliment. The woman raised her hand and stroked the lawyer badge that was slightly hidden by her collar, her brows relaxed.

She was obviously very pleased with Benjamin Grant's compliments.

Seizing the opportunity, Frankie Morrison spoke again We are looking for a family named Ito nearby. Do you know any suspicious residents nearby?

Ito... Ito Misari thought for a moment and answered slowly, There seems to be a family named Ito behind the elementary school in Go-chome. The house is clearly in ruins, but there are a few homeless people coming in and out.

That sounds like it's the one. Frankie Morrison suddenly realized and thanked the lady in front of him again, Thank you very much, thank you for your trouble.

You are welcome.

Watching the smiling Ito Misari walk back into the room, Frankie Morrison turned around and the smile on his face faded.

He looked at his companions in front of him for advice Do you think this family and the previous one need further investigation?

Are you saying that lawyer Ito Misari is also suspicious? Benjamin Grant couldn't believe it and shook his head vigorously. No, that's impossible. It must be the family from before...

Well, that's a possibility. Knowing that Benjamin Grant would find it hard to accept that Ito Misari, who was praised so highly by even Kisaki Eri and had such a good reputation, was included among the suspects, Frankie Morrison did not insist but softened his tone.

In his opinion, the Ito in the first two streets did look less like a good person, but Ito Misari had just provided an address far away from here, which made her more suspicious.

No matter how you listen to it, it seems like they want to lead them further away.

Why don't we split up, both of you? Sensing Benjamin Grant's thoughts, Toru Amuro and David Davison looked at each other and said quickly, I tend to think that Hattori-kun's disappearance is closely related to these two families. How about you two go back to the previous family and observe carefully, and we two will take a look at this one?

Frankie Morrison looked at Amuro Toru carefully and couldn't help but admire his ability to read people's expressions.

This kind of grouping is a win-win option, whether in terms of combat power, detective ability, or Benjamin Grant's mentality.

He is indeed an adult who is good at handling things. No wonder it only took a short time for the firm to run successfully.

Although the main voice is Goro Akechi...

Okay. Frankie Morrison nodded, glanced at David Davison, who in his impression had done many times to protect others, and gave an additional reminder, Remember to notify us if you find any problems.

I just don't want you to say that.

David Davison glanced at him quietly, but nodded to show that he had heard it.

Watching the two high school students walk towards the intersection, Toru Amuro put away his smile and moved his neck left and right.

The law-abiding citizens have left. David Davison, who also put away his gentle expression, raised his eyebrows.

The reason for sending the two of them away was not so much out of consideration, but more because the presence of unrelated citizens made them feel restricted.

Toru Amuro turned around and looked at the gate that had been closed behind him. He stood on tiptoe and lightly climbed onto the top of the wall.

We are also law-abiding citizens. He emphasized, already in bourbon mode, You are still in high school, Kumail.

Since when did Bourbon and Kumail need a search warrant to break into someone's house?

G ood boy, wait for mom here first. Ito Misari placed the cat in her arms on the cat climbing frame with a kind face and stroked the cat's short fur twice, Mom will prepare dinner for you when she is done, baby.

She maintained this gentle smile, pulled down the attic ladder again, and walked step by step into the dim attic.

There were bruises on the corners of his eyes and mouth. It was unknown where he was cut. Blood was dripping down his eyebrows. Hattori Heiji sat there leaning back, trying to control his breathing.

The previous beating had obviously caused him considerable pain; his cheeks twitched slightly with his breathing, as if he was trying to reduce the burden.

Hey, weren't you so handsome just now? How come you're so embarrassed in the blink of an eye? Arrogant Osaka boy.

The light from below shines upwards, and Ito Misari's face looks eerie under such light.

Her sweet and intimate tone therefore made her sound even more sarcastic and weird.

When someone knocked on the door just now, the brat wanted to yell. The man squatting on the side sneered, stretched out his hand and roughly grabbed Hattori Heiji's hair, pulling his face up, Give him a hard time.

Heiji...are you okay, Heiji...! Feeling the trembling body against her back, Toyama Kazuha sniffed and spoke in a low voice with tears in her eyes.

She was afraid that speaking too loudly would cause dissatisfaction among the criminals, and tears filled her eyes for a moment, but she did not dare to cry, for fear of triggering violence from Frankie Morrison.

Perhaps they wanted to use her to threaten Heiji into submission, but it was not the time to attack her yet. No matter which of them protested or tried to argue, they would beat up Hattori Heiji, making her dare not say a word.

You have a wide circle of friends, Osaka Detective? Ito Misari sneered and patted Hattori Heiji's face twice. You can even attract the famous detective Frankie Morrison? Not bad.

Hattori Heiji breathed hard, trying to suppress the burden of the pain in his muscles.

He raised his head, looked at the woman's gloomy and provocative face, and forced a smile What's wrong, are you jealous of me?

You bastard...

Hey, don't do it yet. Raising her hand to wave away the men beside her, Ito Misari sat down calmly, We invited you here because we believe in your ability, kid. It's a pity that your friend is quite cautious and brought a lot of people with him. Otherwise, it would be great to have him come to accompany you to do the questions.

Hattori Heiji twitched his lips and looked at her face calmly One of the victims you framed has come to our door. Aren't you panicking at all?

Frankie Morrison and Benjamin Grant have both come, so there's no reason why David Davison shouldn't be there.

Although he was not sure whether this woman still remembered David Davison's face, the situation was not favorable to him. The other party did not even cover his face, which clearly showed that she had no intention of letting them leave alive. He absolutely could not give in in his words and had to delay as much time as possible.

If it were that group of guys, they would definitely be able to find out the clues.

What do you mean? What do you mean by one of the victims... Ito Misari frowned. Just as she was about to ask what Hattori Heiji meant, another series of urgent doorbell rings, accompanied by the call of a cat, came from below.

Apparently, someone was knocking on the door again.

Chapter 642 Hattori Heiji Where are my teammates? Help!

Why does it happen to be today, with so many people coming to disturb me... Ito Misari walked down the stairs, complaining, but her steps forward were very cautious.

Hattori Heiji, who was born in Osaka, is not only the son of a police officer, but he also knows a lot of people in Tokyo. Compared to Kusukawa, who may not be discovered even if he disappears, people who know him may think that he owes gambling debts and is dead and nowhere to be found, this is a very tricky guy.

However, when he came to her house following the clues left by Nanchuan, she actually had no other choice.

No matter how tricky or difficult the situation is, if you don't try hard to cover it up, are you going to just give up and go to jail?

Damn it, a gambler who got such a difficult help just because he used to be a policeman...

Ito Misari gritted her teeth in her heart, and before opening the door, she chose to carefully lean over to the peephole and look out.

The situation was already very urgent and she couldn't afford to be careless.

A slightly childish and harmless face can easily arouse the affection of older people, especially older women. If the other party hadn't appeared at such an inappropriate time, given her personality, she might have come forward and chatted amiably.

This is the kid who was behind Frankie Morrison just now.

Misari Ito carefully stared at his face for a few seconds through the door, then adjusted the angle and looked at the empty path and courtyard behind him.

He was the only one, maybe not Frankie Morrison, who discovered something was wrong.

Did something get left behind? Or borrow a toilet or something? Tsk, trouble, just now

By the way, didn't she close the door before? Didn't she close it tightly?

Although he kept muttering in his heart, Misari Ito opened the door after deciding that the other party was not a threat.

What's wrong, young man? Ito Misari gripped the door handle tightly, with a friendly smile on her face, Is there anything else I can help you with?

David Davison stood one step away from the door with his hands in his pockets, saying nothing. He didn't say anything when he heard her, but smiled at her with his eyes narrowed.

What are you laughing at for no apparent reason...

Before Ito Misari could figure out his behavior, a cold metal object stretched out from the side and pressed against her neck.

The sound of the gun being loaded with the safety closed, without the obstruction of air, went straight into her ears along her bones, making her break out in a cold sweat.

This is the muzzle of the gun.

The moment she leaned out, someone clinging to the wall beside the door took advantage of her blind spot and pointed a gun at her head.

Good afternoon, Attorney Misari. The man holding the gun spoke in a gentle tone, smiling, Since you are doing this kind of work, I thought you would be more cautious. It is not in line with your professionalism to be tricked into opening the door by two minors in a row, ma'am.

Toru Amuro stood up and stood in front of Misari Ito, his hand holding the gun without shaking.

David Davison took a step forward, and before Ito Misari could get nervous about what he was going to do, he bent down and let the kitten that heard the noise and jumped out smell his palm.

The cat's nervousness and hostility disappeared instantly, and it even followed David Davison's outstretched arm and climbed onto his shoulder in two or three steps.

Don't be nervous, Lawyer Misari. We don't want to make things too awkward. Let's go in and talk.

David Davison grabbed the cat that was rubbing against his cheek into his arms, hugged the cat and stroked it a few times, feeling that he should be quite like a godfather now.

Sensing the danger, Ito Misari immediately let go of the door handle she had been holding, raised her hands to show that she was harmless and cooperating, and silently took a few steps back into the door.

I'm sorry, is there any misunderstanding? I never make enemies with anyone. If you're after money, I have a movable safe in the bedroom upstairs... While she said words to ease the situation, she was secretly thinking about how to break the impasse.

The two detectives who came looking for death and the one with the pendant have been subdued, and several of her thugs must be guarding the attic entrance now.

If we delay for a few more minutes and let them realize that something is wrong, it will be hard to say which side has more gunmen.

First try not to let them pay too much attention to the attic ladder, to give them some space for a sneak attack...

Ito Misari's thoughts went blank for a moment.

Because David Davison, who looked fair and innocent, held her cat in one hand and pulled out an AK47 from her flat commuter bag with the other hand...

Holding the gun with his arm and reaching out to grab the stabilizing grip, David Davison smiled at her gently Would you mind if I touched the trigger by accident?

Ito Misari didn't know how to respond ...

Hattori Heiji was panting and lowered his eyes to pay attention to the gun pointed at him. Considering Toyama Kazuha who was clinging closely behind him, he took a breath and did not dare to act rashly.

Since Frankie Morrison and his men came to my house, the traces I left when I entered would definitely attract their attention.

As long