The next morning, at the Mouri Detective Agency.
Seeing that Conan hadn't changed his clothes yet, Ran put her hands on her hips and scolded, "Conan, it's your first day of school, you can't be late. It will give the teacher a bad impression."
"Just a moment, Ran-nee."
Conan was still holding his toothbrush, his eyes glued to the television, where news about the Fuchu Prison was being broadcast.
Over 30 hardened criminals had been killed, and 20-something had disappeared. This was practically the biggest crime of the century.
Conan wanted to learn more about the case.
Bam!
Ran punched him on the head, angrily saying, "Little kids shouldn't watch such gory stuff, go change your clothes!"
"Yes, Ran-nee."
Conan held his head with both hands, his face full of a "I'm-so-done" expression.
...
At the same time, Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.
Dozens of high-ranking police officials from the General Affairs Department, the Police Affairs Department, the Criminal Department, and the Security Department were gathered together.
The atmosphere in the room was so heavy that you could practically wring water out of the air. The young policeman who delivered the documents came out of the meeting room and almost collapsed.
So scary!
The bigwigs were all gathered together, and everyone was wearing a grim face, enough to scare anyone out of their wits.
The young policeman thought this as he looked at Inspector Megure, who was inside reporting the investigation results, with sympathy.
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In the meeting room, Megure was constantly wiping the sweat off his forehead.
Severed limbs, dismembered corpses, rivers of blood, Fuchu Prison shrouded in fog...
The photos posted on the wall were absolutely terrifying.
From midnight to now, Megure hadn't even closed his eyes.
"Megure, report the situation."
Shirahama Seitaro, the chief of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, sat with a stern face and tapped his aching brow with his thumb.
"Yes sir."
Inspector Megure bowed respectfully to the Chief and the department heads before starting to report the situation:
"At 00:43 this morning, we received a call from a prisoner in Fuchu Prison."
"He said that there were ghosts killing people in the prison, and many people were dead."
Pausing here, Megure swallowed, then said, "We thought it was ridiculous at first, but considering the phone number was from Fuchu Prison, we sent two patrol officers."
"As a result, fog enveloped the entire prison, and all the guards were asleep."
"And inside the prison, all the cell doors were open, and there were the mangled bodies of prisoners everywhere..."
Megure's description was as objective as possible.
However, the police commissioners and department heads present still felt their scalps tingling.
Fog, ghosts, murdered prisoners... It sounded like a ghost story, but it was real.
After Megure finished, he even thoughtfully brought out a painting, saying, "Chief Shirahama, this is a scene drawn by a prisoner in the prison. He swore that what he drew was what he saw with his own eyes."
Shirahama Seitaro took the painting with a look of doubt.
When he saw the ghost on the painting, a creature with a red-hot body, huge black wings, his pupils contracted and he muttered softly:
"How is this possible?!"
...
"Finally, I've fooled them."
Half an hour later, Megure walked out of the meeting room, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and let out a long sigh of relief.
It wasn't easy.
He usually solved murder cases with the help of the old detective, Kudou.
Such a major murder case, how could it be easy to find clues.
"Moreover, the murderer in this case is clearly a ruthless criminal, it's best to hand it over to the Public Security Department."
Megure mumbled to himself, ready to go home for a nap.
But as he walked out of the police department, reporters who had been waiting there surrounded him, flashbulbs flashing non-stop.
"Inspector Megure, any progress on the Fuchu Prison Fog Dog Murder? Could you give us some details?"
"Inspector Megure, is the killer in this case really a ghost? Could it be a self-directed performance by prison inmates?!"
"..."
These reporters kept pushing forward, the microphones almost shoved into Megure's mouth.
"Everyone, I will inform you if there is progress in the case."
"I still have something to do, I'm leaving now."
Megure quickly drove away, but stopped halfway.
"Anyway, the reporters will soon expose all the details of this case, why don't I call the old detective Kudou, and ask him if he has any clues?"
Thinking about his external brain, Megure thought for a moment and decided to call him and give him some details about the case.
Well.
He wasn't trying to take credit.
It was for justice!!