A bomb was planted in the Imagawa Clothing Store, and Tomori Munesege was almost killed there. If anyone wanted to find a scapegoat to cover the person who planted the bomb, Tomori Munesege was the first to refuse.

"Who are you, kid? Didn't you see that a case is being handled here? How dare you speak nonsense here!" President Ueda couldn't help it. He loudly scolded this guy who targeted him again and again, and wanted to kill him.

Torn to pieces.

"His name is Tomori Munemo, and he is a detective." Officer Megure answered on behalf of Tomori Munemo.

The status of detectives in this Conan world is so high that sometimes when Officer Megure sees some detectives, such as Mouri Kogoro, or Mouri Kogoro, or Moori Kogoro, even though he feels dissatisfied, he

And they had to be allowed to wander around the crime scene.

President Ueda obviously knew this, so he lost his momentum and could only say in a stern tone: "You can't do anything with your mouth. How can such a small detective accomplish anything?"

Tomori Munege rolled his eyes and thought, 'You have never met Conan. Wait until you meet the seven-year-old detective before you come and have sex with me.'

However, it was impossible for Tomori Muneshige to say this, and he had something else to say.

"Although ability has a certain relationship with age, there are always some special beings in this world. They can do things that ordinary people can't do. It just so happens that I am one of them." Tomori Munesege shook his head.

Said: "By the way, and I am not a detective."

Now it was President Ueda's turn to be frustrated.

'You are not a detective and you are talking nonsense here?'

He glared at Officer Mu unkindly, as if he said, "How dare you fool me?"

Officer Megure was also shocked. In his eyes, Tomori Muneshige was a very capable detective. He never expected that Tomori Muneshige would refuse to call himself a detective. You must know that people like Kudo Shinichi, when it comes to

When I was a detective, my nose would point upward, and I couldn't pull it anymore.

Detective is not a profession that you can call yourself.

"I'm a swordsman, I just don't want to see someone die so mysteriously." Touching the bamboo sword at his waist, Tomori Munesege revealed his identity.

"Swordsman..." Officer Megure suddenly understood why Tomori Muneshige was unwilling to call himself a detective.

The son of the Sword Master naturally has his own pride.

"Swordsman?"

Officer Megure didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that President Ueda was more afraid of swordsmen than detectives.

If President Ueda knew what Officer Megure was thinking, he would definitely yell nonsense.

For some special reasons, swordsmen are indeed more important than detectives to the upper class of Tokyo.

And it’s more important than just one thing.

"Then Tomori-kun, let's not talk about swordsmen or detectives. How can you be sure that Secretary Shimono is not targeting the criminals of Imagawa Clothing Store?"

After a long moment of silence, Officer Memu brought the topic back on track.

"Because of that sentence, it left indelible scars on my body." Tomori Munesege replied.

"Scars?"

Not only Officer Megure, but also President Ueda was puzzled by this.

If we regard the enemy as a shopping street, then simply bombing an Imagawa clothing store is obviously not enough. This is not an indelible scar.

"From the beginning, Secretary Shimono's purpose was not to kill people. He just wanted to leave indelible scars on his thirty-year-old enemy, President Ueda."

"Wait a minute, I'm almost seventy years old this year."

President Ueda waved his hand. Even though Tomori Munesege had previously said that Secretary Shimono was Tsuyoshi Uesugi back then, he still did not connect himself with his enemy, because the fax clearly stated that he was a thirty-year-old enemy, and he Ueda

, he will be seventy years old in half a year.

"A thirty-year-old enemy does not mean that his enemy is thirty years old, nor does it mean that a building has been built for thirty years, but that the person has been his enemy for thirty years." He shook his hand.

On the floppy disk, Tomori Munesege continued: "Because you preconceptionally believed that the person who sent the fax was a bomber, you never considered this. Instead, you preconceptionally listed the commercial street as a target, and the Imagawa clothing store that happened to

The explosion has completely led your thinking to a misunderstanding. The indelible scar mentioned in the fax refers to the floppy disk in my hand."

President Ueda's face suddenly turned pale.

"If no accident occurs, the event in the commercial street will be broadcast live on Nippon TV Station in two hours. At that time, Secretary Shimono will make the contents of the floppy disk in my hand public on the big screen at the venue!"

Tomori Muneshige's voice was sonorous and powerful, and it kept lingering. As soon as he finished speaking, Tomori Muneshige suddenly felt a refreshing feeling in his heart.

He suddenly understood why those detectives were so pushy.

This is really cool.

"You mean..."

Officer Megure seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Munege Tomori with questioning eyes.

"Yes, if I guess correctly, the floppy disk in my hand should contain the criminal evidence of President Ueda or the Ueda Group over the years."

'This is indeed an indelible scar for President Ueda.'

A sudden realization arose in Officer Mumu's heart.

The inexplicable passage on the fax finally had an explanation.

"It's over." President Ueda sat down on the sofa in despair.

He knew that once the police knew what was in the floppy disk, he would lose his chance.

He Ueda has a very high status in Tokyo. Under normal circumstances, few people in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police would dare to mess with him.

But under normal circumstances, once the evidence is conclusive, his words will be of no use to those fools in the Metropolitan Police who have long been unhappy with powerful people like him.

Coincidentally, the police officer in front of me is the second fool among those fools.

Only recognize reason, not emotion.

Once the evidence fell into his hands, everything would be over.

"But I still have one question." Although he finished explaining his reasoning, Tomori Munesege still looked at President Ueda and asked.

"What's the problem?" President Ueda glanced at Tomori Muneshige with despair. He already knew that he was finished, so he didn't care much about Tomori Muneshige. He could even ask Tomori Muneshige if he had any questions, just like asking a junior.

.

"You obviously don't know that Secretary Shimono is the one who sent the fax, so why do you know that Secretary Shimono has evidence that can harm you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, President Ueda's expression changed drastically.

"This matter ends here. I will hold a press conference on behalf of the Ueda Group to admit our crimes over the years and admit that I am the murderer of Shimono."

At this moment, President Ueda seemed to have turned back into the big man who guided the country, full of momentum.

Tomori Muneshige's pupils shrank.

President Ueda's actions actually revealed a lot.

He wanted someone to take full responsibility for the crime, even if it cost him his own life.

But before Tomori Muneshige raised the question, he was as despairing as a salted fish, as if he no longer cared about anything.

This means that he is quite afraid of the person or organization who told him the information about the floppy disk in Secretary Shimono's possession.

He was so scared that he had to stand up and put everything on his body.

And while doing so, he could not reveal the existence of that organization.

Otherwise, not only him, but anyone he cares about will have an accident.

'This organization is very mysterious and very powerful.'

This was Tomori Muneshige's first impression of that mysterious force.

At the same time, among the crowd in the commercial street, a man in black walked into the darkness, holding a Big Brother gun in his hand.

"President, I failed. The pervert in cross-dressing who the organization said was going to be treated like a big shot took the floppy disk before me."

The hands of the man in black were covered with sweat, and he was obviously afraid of being held accountable for failing to do things well.

"The son of the Sword Master Yagyu... he is indeed a trouble. The Sword Master himself is nothing, but the Sword Master Yagyu is the special one. Even the BOSS cannot offend her." The other end of the phone fell silent, obviously speaking.

Thinking about something, a few seconds later, the other person on the phone said again: "But although Yagyu Sword Master is very troublesome, since that floppy disk contains records of Ueda's transactions with us, we have to..."
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