Chapter 472: The killer is a woman, a very beautiful woman

As an Inspector of the Intellectual Crime Division, Officer Nakamori doesn't know much about killers.

So he hurriedly asked his subordinates to search the database at the Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters to see if there was such a killer as Akaso Kaze mentioned.

Not long after, a uniformed policeman brought various materials.

"No bloodstains or fingerprints were detected on Kid's monocle."

"In addition, after identification by weapons experts, the bullet casing found at the scene is a Russian 9mm special subsonic rifle bullet, which is the latest modified SSP sniper-specific model."

"Guns equipped with this type of bullet are generally Russian VSS silenced short-range sniper rifles."

"Currently, it is mainly used by Russian special forces..."

As soon as this conclusion was stated, Officer Nakamori and Detective Mouri at the scene widened their eyes in surprise.

Because there was a Russian in the chairman's office of the Suzuki Art Museum today.

That Russian embassy secretary, Sergei, had a tall and burly figure, and one look showed he had experience carrying a gun.

Coupled with his special background, getting such a gun is absolutely easy.

"Could it be..."

The matter is of great importance, and Officer Nakamori dared not easily draw a conclusion.

"Yesterday, that Russian said he wanted to take the 'Memory Egg' back for free, but Akaso-san didn't reply."

A voice sounded at the door; Hattori Heiji and Conan didn't know when they had rushed back.

"Could it be that he learned of Kid's theft plan tonight and specifically waited to snipe Kaitou Kid."

"If Kid succeeded in the theft and was then shot down by a sniper rifle, wouldn't the Memory Egg just fall into his hands?"

Although Nakamori Ginzo didn't respond, he internally acknowledged Hattori Heiji's reasoning.

However, the policeman who came to report said another situation that confused everyone.

"In the ICPO criminal database, we found a killer who specializes in sniping the right eye."

"His name is Scorpion, gender and age unknown."

This piece of information once again confused the police and detectives.

If Sergei could make an exception to snipe Kaitou Kid for the sake of the "Memory Egg," he couldn't be a professional killer, could he?

At this time, Hattori Heiji gave his reasoning again.

"Could it be that the Russian also knows Scorpion's sniping habits, so he imitated Scorpion's crime, wanting to frame the case on Scorpion."

"Maybe he is even Scorpion himself."

Hattori Heiji's sentence structure was an interrogative sentence, but the tone had no questioning tone at all.

And once this reasoning was stated, everything seemed to be logical again.

The logically sound reasoning left no flaws, and Conan, Mouri Kogoro, and others all fell into silence.

And Akaso Kaze, looking at the confident Hattori Heiji, couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

If I didn't know Scorpion's true identity, I would have really been fooled by your rich imagination.

"Does Akaso-san have a different view?"

Feeling that Akaso Kaze's expression was wrong, Hattori Heiji asked unconvinced.

Akaso Kaze's mouth curled slightly.

"If you ask me, that sniper should be a woman, a very beautiful woman."

He looked at the half of the pretty face exposed at the door and smiled.

"A woman?"

Hattori Heiji and Conan both had black lines on their foreheads.

This Onmyoji-sama's imagination is too rich...

Outside the door, Pisco quickly shrank back.

Her heart beat violently, and her chest rose and fell continuously.

Could he be talking about me?

I have been very careful and have almost never appeared in front of him.

Even when observing, I was hiding a hundred meters away, using binoculars.

He shouldn't suspect me, should he?

Pisco was about to leave when a girl and an old man came out of the elevator.

Her eyes flashed, and she hid in the safety passage.

"Everyone, sorry to bother you, I am Kousaka Natsumi, and this is my butler."

Kousaka Natsumi blinked her big eyes and looked at Akaso Kaze pitifully.

"Akaso-san, can I trouble you to let me see the Memory Egg."

Such a pitiful little beauty, Akaso Kaze would naturally not refuse.

It just so happened that the Memory Egg hadn't been taken away by the police yet.

He opened the box and placed the Memory Egg on the table.

Looking at the Memory Egg, tears flashed in Kousaka Natsumi's eyes.

"My great-grandfather's name was Kiichi, he worked as a worker in Fabergé's workshop, and married a Russian woman locally,"

Kousaka Natsumi's voice was very gentle.