Chapter 13: "Idiot!"

What Did You Do?

Did he really expose the fact that the Metropolitan Police Department had no evidence on suspect number one?!

Nakajima Takuto stood there, confused, his mind blank.

When the police didn't have the exact evidence, they wanted Akikawa Kyousuke to confess.

They relied on making Akikawa Kyousuke believe that the police already had the evidence.

But he was willing to take shortcuts and give him a chance to surrender and redeem himself.

Now, revealing to Akikawa Kyousuke that the police had no evidence, all those previous threats lost their meaning, right?

Nakajima Takuto's hand, which had been gripping Akikawa Kyousuke's neck, gradually loosened. Akikawa Kyousuke pulled away and coughed again.

But at that moment, Nakajima Takuto had no time to worry about Akikawa Kyousuke.

Realizing he had made a huge mistake, his clothes were completely soaked in cold sweat.

If his boss found out about this, he would definitely face severe punishment.

"No, this isn't right. There's still a chance to fix this."

Nakajima Takuto turned his head stiffly and looked at Akikawa Kyousuke, who was holding his neck and coughing desperately.

"With his mental age and experience, he probably doesn't even understand what I just said."

"How can a child who's been locked up in his house since elementary school know anything about police criminal investigation procedures?"

"Also, if he confesses, won't the previous mistakes be wiped away?"

"When prisoners have already confessed, who would know that I accidentally revealed the status of the case investigation to the prisoners?"

Nakajima Takuto calmed himself and spoke deeply to Akikawa Kyousuke:

"I'll give you another chance. Think carefully before you speak. Remember, I'm giving you a chance."

"You are an adult now, and the Protection Law stopped applying to you two years ago."

"If you confess honestly now, it will be considered a surrender, and you'll receive a lighter punishment."

"But if you're caught later, the result won't be the same."

Nakajima Takuto no longer had the energy to pretend to be kind and gentle in front of Akikawa Kyousuke.

He simply said it clearly so the other party should understand, right?

Akikawa Kyousuke thought for a moment and then spoke cautiously:

"I remember that the motorcyclist seemed to be wearing gloves when he killed my mother."

Nakajima Takuto: "?"

"You added a setup, didn't you? I heard you say that no fingerprints were found, so you added the glove story for the fake prisoner, right?"

Nakajima Takuto was almost dead with anger, and once again, he couldn't contain himself, shouting angrily:

"Stop talking to me about motorcyclists! The police already have the evidence! It's obvious that you held a grudge against your mother, so you killed Mrs. Ryoko!"

"No, no, no! Everything I said is true!" Akikawa Kyousuke repeatedly denied, "Even if I really wanted to kill my mother, I couldn't..."

"What 'couldn't'?!"

"As long as you have a knife, even someone like you could kill your own mother with your own hands..."

Nakajima Takuto said angrily, and then grabbed Akikawa Kyousuke's right hand, which had always been hidden in the sleeve of his hospital gown.

However, upon seeing Akikawa Kyousuke's right hand, swollen and purple, bent in the opposite direction, Nakajima Takuto's words caught in his throat.

"Ah!"

Akikawa Kyousuke screamed.

Nakajima Takuto saw the pain on Akikawa Kyousuke's face as his cheeks twisted, and quickly released his hand.

"What's... wrong with your hand?"

This time, Nakajima Takuto's words started to stutter.

It was the first time he noticed that Akikawa Kyousuke's right hand was broken.

There was severe swelling and subcutaneous bleeding.

And the color of the subcutaneous bleeding wasn't red anymore, it was purple.

This showed that quite a bit of time had passed since Akikawa Kyousuke's hand injury.

A bad premonition began to form in Nakajima Takuto's mind.

"Did he...?"

"Did he say something about the motorcyclist...? But his hand is broken..."

"It can't be. He must be lying to me!"

"Why wouldn't he tell me he had an accident when he collided with his mother?!"

Nakajima Takuto became even more furious and started to think that something was off.

"He's hiding the truth! Why hasn't he told anyone his hand was broken?"

"This kid is such an idiot, he doesn't realize the consequences."

"No! This has to be a trick!"

Nakajima Takuto grabbed Akikawa Kyousuke's wrist and squeezed it hard while staring at him.

The evidence was still unclear, but Nakajima Takuto's frustration was rising.

"Tell me what happened! Now!"

"Speak quickly, boy!"

Just then, the door to the room burst open with a loud bang!

Sharp screams echoed through the hospital.

In that moment,

Nakajima Takuto felt his right hand, which had been holding Akikawa Kyousuke's wrist, grabbed by a pair of white palms.

"I'm sorry."

The voice sounded again.

As soon as those words were spoken, Nakajima Takuto felt a sharp pain in his wrist.

"Ahhh!"

The pain was so intense that Nakajima Takuto released his hand and looked at the person who had grabbed his wrist.

It was none other than the high school detective, Sera Masumi.

"A mere high school student dares to torture a member of the Metropolitan Police Department...?"

Just now, Sera Masumi had had a very bad attitude when questioning whether he had induced a confession, and now he dared to attack him directly.

Nakajima Takuto felt that the seemingly complacent high school detective in front of him wasn't even paying attention to a Metropolitan Police detective.

She surely knew the consequences of underestimating a Metropolitan Police detective!

However, before Nakajima Takuto could finish his words,

He felt his vision blur, and he heard a "Bang!" sound in his ears.

At some point, the other hand of Sera Masumi, which hadn't been holding Nakajima Takuto's wrist, closed into a fist and flew past Nakajima Takuto's ear like a bullet.

A few strands of hair fell from Sera Masumi's fist.

Nakajima Takuto's ears were left stinging from the punch.

He felt as though the blood in his body had frozen instantly.

Nakajima Takuto had no doubt.

If Sera Masumi's punch had hit him in the face, he would have been sent straight to the emergency room.

"You're so impulsive, uncle. Sera is a super Jeet Kune Do master who could even suppress Ran..."

Conan, who entered with her, looked at Nakajima Takuto, who was stunned with fear. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he silently complained in his heart.

"Nakajima-kun! Miss Sera! What are you doing?!"

The voices of Chiba and Nobu, who arrived later, also echoed in the room.

Their eyes were wide with shock as they saw what was happening, unable to understand what was going on.

Soon after,

Sera Masumi slowly withdrew her hand, took a step back, and distanced herself from Nakajima Takuto.

She gently wiped her fist, and there was a mosquito body on it.

The dark green eyes of the girl reflected Nakajima Takuto, who was ashen-faced, and

A smile of apology appeared on her face, which was more delicate than countless active male idols.

"Sorry, Officer Nakajima, there was a mosquito."

　**(End of Chapter)**