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[Feb. 6] [Detective Conan] Analysis of the Scene
Title: Analysis of the Scene
Day/Theme: Feb. 6: “The justice of my quarrel.”
Series: Detective Conan
Character/Pairing: Megure, Kogoro, Satou, Takagi
Rating: R/M
Trying to piece together this whole mess was not an easy task. Kudo Shinichi was both unwilling and unable to give them any information in the matter. He was terrified, struck mute by the trauma of what he had endured, and when they had tried to ask him for any information on what had happened, he had panicked and nearly been taken by a seizure.
This behavior had caused some suspicion amongst the officers of the Tokyo Metro Police Department, particularly those who knew the boy, either as Conan or as Kudo. He had always been willing and eager to assist in helping the police in their cases. Now…
So they were left to piece together what had happened in that room based solely on the evidence of the scene and the evidence of his behavior. It was with this in mind that they gathered in one of the meeting rooms at police headquarters to look over what they had.
There was little mystery over what had happened to Kudo physically. The medical report had left them with no illusions about the tortures and torments that he had lived through at his captor’s hands. But the scene they had found in that room had given them pause.
“All right…” Megure sighed, laying the photos and reports out on the table. “Let’s take a look at this.”
He was joined in this venture by Satou and Takagi, two of his most trusted officers, and Mouri Kogoro, who had taken quite a vested interest in the case. He was reasonably angry over being lied to about Conan’s identity, but that anger couldn’t hold a candle to the fury over what had happened to his daughter’s best friend. He had pledged his assistance on the case in whatever manner possible, and was throwing himself into the investigation wherever possible.
Satou picked up one of the reports and skimmed over it. “We’ve got a small, locked room. No windows. Examination of the…well, the remains of the door showed no clear signs of any tampering with the lock, but that could be contested due to the condition of the door after the rescue. Inside the room, we have one living person, Kudo-kun. We have one dead body, John Doe, probably a member of the Syndicate, killed by a single gunshot wound. And we have a gun in the room. The chamber was empty. Only fingerprints on the gun were Kudo-kun’s.” She set the paper back on the table and sighed.
“It doesn’t seem that much of a mystery,” Mouri said heavily.
“Doesn’t mean any of us want to believe it,” Megure replied.
Mouri went on. “He shot that man. For whatever reason, he shot that man…and they locked him in there with the body.” He massaged his temples absently. “If I had to guess, he was placed into a situation where it was his only option.”
“…in other words,” Satou said in a clipped voice, “they set him up.”
“Force him to do the one thing he has always fought so strongly against,” Megure said. He leaned back in his chair. “I was hoping someone could come up with a different scenario. Because it was the conclusion I came to as well.”
“And it would account for his behavior as well,” Satou pointed out. Having been one of the first ones to have contact with Kudo when he woke up in the hospital after his rescue, she had seen him terrified, incoherent, and disoriented before he had managed to get some sort of control over himself. And that knowledge had infuriated her. “He thinks he’s a murderer, and he thinks he’ll be prosecuted for it, either legally or by us.”
“In other words, he thinks we’ll abandon him if we know the truth,” Mouri added. “So when we asked about it, he had a meltdown.”
“Self defense or not, justifiable or not, he thinks he’s a murderer,” Satou said.
Throughout this discussion, Takagi had been perusing the coroner’s report on the dead man; it had been placed into their hands just before the meeting, and he had grabbed it first. He set it down, staring straight ahead. “It’s worse then that.”
“How so?” Satou asked, startled.
“Death wasn’t instantaneous,” Takagi shook his head. “Our John Doe was alive for several minutes before he died from the gunshot wound.”
It took a moment to process the fullest implications of that. And it was Mouri who gave voice to them. “So if the door was locked directly after the shooting…he was trapped in there with the dying man.”
“A man he shot. He had to listen to that guy die,” Megure put his forehead in his hand.
The room went silent for a moment before Satou gave voice to everyone’s feelings with a single word.
“Shit.”
Day/Theme: Feb. 6: “The justice of my quarrel.”
Series: Detective Conan
Character/Pairing: Megure, Kogoro, Satou, Takagi
Rating: R/M
Trying to piece together this whole mess was not an easy task. Kudo Shinichi was both unwilling and unable to give them any information in the matter. He was terrified, struck mute by the trauma of what he had endured, and when they had tried to ask him for any information on what had happened, he had panicked and nearly been taken by a seizure.
This behavior had caused some suspicion amongst the officers of the Tokyo Metro Police Department, particularly those who knew the boy, either as Conan or as Kudo. He had always been willing and eager to assist in helping the police in their cases. Now…
So they were left to piece together what had happened in that room based solely on the evidence of the scene and the evidence of his behavior. It was with this in mind that they gathered in one of the meeting rooms at police headquarters to look over what they had.
There was little mystery over what had happened to Kudo physically. The medical report had left them with no illusions about the tortures and torments that he had lived through at his captor’s hands. But the scene they had found in that room had given them pause.
“All right…” Megure sighed, laying the photos and reports out on the table. “Let’s take a look at this.”
He was joined in this venture by Satou and Takagi, two of his most trusted officers, and Mouri Kogoro, who had taken quite a vested interest in the case. He was reasonably angry over being lied to about Conan’s identity, but that anger couldn’t hold a candle to the fury over what had happened to his daughter’s best friend. He had pledged his assistance on the case in whatever manner possible, and was throwing himself into the investigation wherever possible.
Satou picked up one of the reports and skimmed over it. “We’ve got a small, locked room. No windows. Examination of the…well, the remains of the door showed no clear signs of any tampering with the lock, but that could be contested due to the condition of the door after the rescue. Inside the room, we have one living person, Kudo-kun. We have one dead body, John Doe, probably a member of the Syndicate, killed by a single gunshot wound. And we have a gun in the room. The chamber was empty. Only fingerprints on the gun were Kudo-kun’s.” She set the paper back on the table and sighed.
“It doesn’t seem that much of a mystery,” Mouri said heavily.
“Doesn’t mean any of us want to believe it,” Megure replied.
Mouri went on. “He shot that man. For whatever reason, he shot that man…and they locked him in there with the body.” He massaged his temples absently. “If I had to guess, he was placed into a situation where it was his only option.”
“…in other words,” Satou said in a clipped voice, “they set him up.”
“Force him to do the one thing he has always fought so strongly against,” Megure said. He leaned back in his chair. “I was hoping someone could come up with a different scenario. Because it was the conclusion I came to as well.”
“And it would account for his behavior as well,” Satou pointed out. Having been one of the first ones to have contact with Kudo when he woke up in the hospital after his rescue, she had seen him terrified, incoherent, and disoriented before he had managed to get some sort of control over himself. And that knowledge had infuriated her. “He thinks he’s a murderer, and he thinks he’ll be prosecuted for it, either legally or by us.”
“In other words, he thinks we’ll abandon him if we know the truth,” Mouri added. “So when we asked about it, he had a meltdown.”
“Self defense or not, justifiable or not, he thinks he’s a murderer,” Satou said.
Throughout this discussion, Takagi had been perusing the coroner’s report on the dead man; it had been placed into their hands just before the meeting, and he had grabbed it first. He set it down, staring straight ahead. “It’s worse then that.”
“How so?” Satou asked, startled.
“Death wasn’t instantaneous,” Takagi shook his head. “Our John Doe was alive for several minutes before he died from the gunshot wound.”
It took a moment to process the fullest implications of that. And it was Mouri who gave voice to them. “So if the door was locked directly after the shooting…he was trapped in there with the dying man.”
“A man he shot. He had to listen to that guy die,” Megure put his forehead in his hand.
The room went silent for a moment before Satou gave voice to everyone’s feelings with a single word.
“Shit.”