Just then, Miwako Sato almost ran over.
She clutched a stack of reports, still smelling of ink, her expression unusually strange.
"Director! The report... the report is out!" Miwako Sato's tone was a bit hesitant.
"It's finally out!"
Toshiro Odagiri's spirits lifted, and he snatched the report, a triumphant, Smile grin on his face.
"Hmph! Let's see how those drug dealers deny it now!"
He eagerly flipped to the most crucial section: the material composition analysis conclusion.
However, when he clearly saw the few lines of printed identification results on the report, the smile on his face instantly froze, as if struck by Medusa's petrifying magic.
He rubbed his eyes and leaned in to look again.
Black and white, crystal clear:
Sample Number: DJSK-001 (White Crystal)
Main Component: Sucrose
Purity: ≥ 99.8%
Identification Conclusion: Meets edible rock sugar standards
Sample Number: DJSK-002 (Red Pill)
Main Component: Pancreatin, Pepsin, Sucrose... Identification Conclusion: Ordinary multi-enzyme tablet, aids digestion, promotes appetite.
Sample Number: DJSK-003 (Dark Green Lumpy Substance)
Main Component: Tea Polyphenols, Caffeine, Chlorophyll... Identification Conclusion: Low-grade green tea brick containing a large amount of tea stems and Crushed...
Clatter.
The heavy identification report slipped from Toshiro Odagiri's stiff fingers and fell heavily to the ground.
He looked as if all the strength had been drained from his body, staggering back a step, his back hitting the cold wall heavily.
His lips trembled, his face changing colors, at one moment ashen, at another pale, and finally turning a purplish-red.
"Officer Odagiri, what's wrong? Is there a problem with the identification results?" Conan asked, somewhat puzzled by the sight.
It was better that Conan didn't ask, as soon as he did, Toshiro Odagiri's anger surged.
He suddenly looked up, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Conan: "It's... it's all because you!!!"
Toshiro Odagiri completely lost his mind, any dignity as a Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department Criminal Department Director, any adult decorum, was thrown to the winds.
He grabbed Conan by the collar, lifting him clear off the ground.
"You damn brat! It's all your fault!!"
Toshiro Odagiri's face was contorted with rage, spittle flying onto Conan's face.
"What eight tons of drugs?! What a shocking major case?! It's all your damn kid's fantasy! You made me... made the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department lose face in front of everyone! Became the laughingstock of the world!! I'll make you pay!!!"
He raised his fist, about to smash it down hard on Conan's face.
"Director! Stop it!!!"
Miwako Sato reacted extremely quickly, using all her strength to grab Toshiro Odagiri's raised arm, forcefully separating her furious superior from Conan.
"officer Sato! You dare to stop me?!" Toshiro Odagiri's eyes were wide with rage.
"Director! Please calm down!"
Miwako Sato stood in front of Conan without flinching.
"Conan-kun is still a child! Besides, the appearance of rock sugar and multi-enzyme tablets, even for professionals, cannot be 100% accurately distinguished by mere sight and experience without professional instrument identification!
Conan discovered an abnormal situation and chose to report it to the police immediately, which precisely shows his high vigilance and strong sense of prevention!
His judgment was a reasonable suspicion based on the on-site situation, although the result was wrong, the motive and the act itself were not problematic at all.
The mistake is ours, the police, for making such a big fuss and causing such a huge misunderstanding without final confirmation! How can you push the responsibility onto a child?!"
Miwako Sato's words were like a bucket of cold water poured on Toshiro Odagiri's anger, also bringing him back to a shred of sanity.
He gasped for breath, looking at Conan, who was protected behind Sato, his collar wrinkled from being pulled.
He then looked at the other police officers who had rushed over upon hearing the commotion, their expressions filled with surprise and uncertainty, and finally realized how undignified and absurd his behavior had just been.
He sighed, released his fist, leaned back against the wall, and covered his face with both hands.
Conan tidied his collar, ignoring Toshiro Odagiri's gaffe, his gaze falling on the identification report on the ground.
He squatted down, picked up the report, and carefully read through it.
"Officer Sato,"
Conan looked up, not at all like a child who had just been scared.
"This identification report is based on a sample test, right? The Forensics Department couldn't possibly have inspected all eight tons of goods in such a short time, could they?"
Miwako Sato nodded.
"Yes, the samples for identification were randomly drawn from different snakeskin bags and different locations.
Our colleagues in the Forensics Department have been working overtime, trying to cover different batches and packaging as much as possible, but the total quantity is too large, and the time is too short, this is already the limit."
Conan pushed up his glasses. "Officer Sato, Officer Odagiri, I have a theory. Is it possible that the Cunning Hares is playing a trick with mixed packaging?
To confuse the public, they might have mixed a small amount of drugs with a large amount of rock sugar and multi-enzyme tablets, to avoid the risk of large-scale inspections.
If they were really only selling rock sugar, why would so many people buy it?"
Conan's words reminded Toshiro Odagiri.
"Right! Right! It must be this way!!"
He excitedly said, as if grasping at a life-saving straw.
"Cunning drug dealers! They must have used this method! Ordinary sample testing simply can't find it! As long as we can find the real goods mixed in, we can convict them! And salvage the situation!"
Miwako Sato frowned deeply; she felt her superior was becoming somewhat obsessed and reminded him.
"Director, while Conan's speculation is possible, there is currently no substantial evidence to support it. According to legal regulations, without conclusive evidence, we can at most detain the suspects from the Cunning Hares group for 72 hours.
To test all eight tons of goods would definitely not be enough in 72 hours! The Forensics Department has limited personnel and equipment..."
"If it's not enough, find a way!"
Toshiro Odagiri rudely interrupted her.
"Contact all institutions in Tokyo that can conduct drug testing! University laboratories, pharmaceutical company R&D centers, forensics departments of other police stations!
Mobilize all available personnel and equipment! Three shifts! Non-stop! We must find the real goods within 72 hours!"
He paced back and forth, his voice becoming more and more urgent. "If we still can't find it within 72 hours..."
He stopped abruptly, his eyes turning cold.
"Then apply for an extension of detention! Say that the case is major and complex, evidence is still under further examination, and there is a huge risk of suspects colluding, destroying evidence, or absconding.
No matter what, we cannot let them go! We must investigate thoroughly until the truth comes out!"