Chapter 337

Although he knew the real identity of the robber from Conan, officer Sato did not catch the robber, but continued to drive to the sixth arson point to find officer Takaki who didn't know his life and death.

"What? Have you found officer Takagi?"

An hour later, the good news came that a police officer found the dangerous inflammables stored by the arsonist in the abandoned warehouse in the sixth block of Pinchuan. At the same time, he also found the Gaomu police officer who was knocked unconscious and locked on the iron railing of the window with handcuffs.

Hearing the news, Bai Yan Zhenyu and others immediately rushed to see officer Takagi. However, the attacker was probably too heavy, and officer Takagi was in a coma all the time.

Seeing such a situation, everyone was relieved. Although officer Takagi was hurt, at least his life was not in danger.

When police officer Takagi was sent to the hospital for treatment, police officer Sato had time to deal with the robbery. First, he sent Bumei and others home, and then made some preparations before taking Bai yanzhenyu and Conan to a restaurant called [Azzurro].

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"Jingling..."

The bell behind the door sounded, representing the arrival of the guests. As the boss, Xiuer Kano immediately showed a decent smile and looked in the direction of the door.

Seeing the three of Bai Yan Zhenyu coming in, Xiuer Kano was a little surprised. Then he smiled and said, "welcome, meihezi. Have you finished your work?"

"Yes, so we came here." officer Sato replied with a smile and took Baiyan Zhenyu and Conan to a seat in the restaurant.

"But you can see that our shop is closed..." Xiuer Kano's eyes flickered slightly, as if he was unwilling to continue to receive the three people.

"Don't do that. It doesn't matter if you buy me a drink."

Sergeant Sato didn't care what he thought and said with a smile: "besides, tomorrow is uncle deer's 50th birthday, which you've been looking forward to for a long time. It should be celebrated for you in advance."

"It's OK. I'm 50 years old and there's nothing to celebrate."

Xiuer Kano shook his head slightly and didn't take his birthday to heart. He took out a bottle of red wine and two drinks from the counter and carried them in an ice bucket to the table of Bai Yan Zhenyu.

"Really? You should be in a hurry, right? Because after twelve o'clock tonight, the legal prosecution period for the 'melancholy Lang incident' eighteen years ago has expired..."

Officer Sato opened the red wine, motioned for Xiuer Kano to sit opposite him, poured a glass of wine for the other party and himself, and said bluntly, "come, let's raise our glasses together to celebrate. Mr. Kan o, the mastermind of the bank robbery."

After hearing officer Sato's address to him, Xiuer Kano suddenly widened his eyes, sweat immediately flowed down from his forehead, pulled out a far fetched smile and denied: "meihezi, what are you talking about, how can I be a robber."

"[Kano], my father left these three mysterious Katakana in his police manual, which means [Ka · n · O] in Romanization."

Officer Sato shook his glass leisurely. If he chatted lightly, he explained, "take o as the vowel of N, read it as [Ka · no]. Just now I have called Uncle Shidu and confirmed it. Kan o is the nickname my father gave you in the baseball team in high school."

"Of course, after they were asked by me, they said it was Kan O and Ka O. they were not sure how to read it. After all, their memory has been blurred for so many years."

After listening to officer Sato's words, Xiuer Kano couldn't help pinching the wine glass in his hand and looked at the red agate like wine in the glass.

Sergeant Sato didn't bother Mr. Kano. After he recovered, he continued: "the reason why my father was able to determine that the robber was you was because he saw the video of you killing the security guard with the butt of a gun in the bank. I've heard from my father before that your hitting posture is very strange, but it's really the best in the team."

Xiuer Kano drank the wine in the cup and said with a smile, "ha ha, it's too exaggerated. He even regarded me as a murderer because of this action. Besides, the prosecution period of that case had passed as early as three years ago."

"No, not yet."

Baiyan Zhenyu looked at the time and interrupted: "to be exact, it's still eight minutes and seventeen seconds before it expires. According to the law, the time for the suspect to go abroad is not counted against you during the prosecution period. I've confirmed this with my aunt. I think you should also be very clear."

"That's right," said Sergeant Sato, staring into the eyes of Xiuer Kano, and then Baiyan Zhenyu, "you probably don't want to forget the day when the legal prosecution period expires, so you'll adjust your 50th birthday to the same day. You won't return from Italy until you figure out the day, right?"

Sergeant Sato's words made Xiuer Kano smile, and his eyes involuntarily floated to the nearby clock, looking forward to the arrival of twelve o'clock.

"Click... Click..."

With the passage of time, Xiuer Kano's tense throat dried. He couldn't help reaching for the iced wine bottle, but Bai yanzhenyu might as well take the ice bucket away first.

Officer Sato gave Bai yanzhenyu a look of appreciation, and then said to Xiuer Kano, "if you don't make it clear, you can't drink, because my father said before that every suspect will drink saliva to ease his dry mouth before pleading guilty. At this time, if they are allowed to drink water, the suspect will often swallow the truth and water together."

Speaking of this, officer Sato was as heavy as water and said with an extremely firm attitude: "but in this case, you can't hide the truth. Even if your throat is really dry and cracked, I won't give in."

Looking at the aggressive officer Sato, Sakano's face became more ugly, but he knew he couldn't tell the truth, otherwise he would be imprisoned.

Although he felt guilty about the death of sergeant Sato's father, Xiuer Kano was more reluctant to give up his comfortable and rich old life. After some struggle, he chose to continue to delay the time.

"Click... Click..."

In the dull restaurant, only the clock is still slowly rotating. Xiuer Kano looks up at the clock on the wall from time to time, looking forward to the arrival of a new day.

"Click... Ding..."

When the second hand smoothly turned to 12 a.m., Xiuer Kano finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes were full of excitement, because from this moment, the sword of Damocles hanging on his head for 18 years finally fell down completely.