"..."
Seeing the young woman who came to the door nodding to confirm the doubts he raised, Mouri Kogoro almost fell off the sofa without being able to sit still.
"Um...Mrs. Miyazawa, let me confirm with you again, it's Takasugi——"
"Takasugi Toshihiko, the future heir of the Takasugi Consortium."
The woman wearing a black double-breasted long trench coat interrupted Mouri Kogoro's doubts. The pearl necklace on her snow-white neck shone in the sunlight that poured into the office: "You heard right, it's him. "
After repeating the name in an extremely affirmative tone, Miyazawa Yuka folded her palms on her thighs and looked at the middle-aged detective in front of her with a hint of anticipation.
Mouri Kogoro, who didn't know what he was thinking about, put away his greasiness and exaggeration at some point, and when he raised his eyes, he happened to meet the woman's gaze full of hope.
The appearance of being weak but strong yet holding on to strength is breathtaking.
"Mrs. Miyazawa, you should know the status of the Takasugi Consortium in Japan."
As Mouri Kogoro spoke after thinking for a while, the light in Miyazawa Yuka's eyes suddenly dimmed a lot. However, she was disappointed, and she did not lose her composure. Instead, she stood up from the sofa with her proper bearing and said, "I understand. I'm sorry to disturb you, Detective Maori."
"I mean, my investigation will probably not yield the desired results in the end. Even so, Mrs. Miyazawa, are you willing to pay the fee?"
——? !
Miyazawa Yuka, who was already ready to say goodbye, suddenly froze in place, and a joy that could not be described in words unconsciously climbed onto her brows: "Yes! I am willing! No matter how much it is, I can give it to you The insurance company paid out all the compensation for my husband’s death!”
"It doesn't cost so much. My charges are always very fair."
Mouri Kogoro, who stood up and straightened the collar of his suit, looked extremely serious, and his elite detective tone was reassuring: "Then, Mrs. Miyazawa, please tell me everything in detail."
The young woman in black, who was trying to calm down her emotions, nodded gratefully, then sat back on the sofa under the gaze of Kogoro Mori, picked up the teacup, took a sip, and slowly opened the conversation——
"My husband's name is Nobu Miyazawa. He is a manager in the financial department of Takasugi Group. He was in charge of the Miwa Underwater Sightseeing Tunnel project before the accident."
"The Rice Flower Undersea Sightseeing Tunnel? The Suzuki Consortium one?" Mouri Kogoro, who was taking notes, couldn't help but stop writing when he heard this, and was very surprised.
Why does this involve the Suzuki Consortium?
"This undersea tunnel project was led by the Suzuki Consortium, and the Takasugi Consortium also participated and took a share of the pie. My husband was responsible for this before his death."
Miyazawa Yuka hurriedly explained, combing her long hair from her forehead to behind her ears, and tried to organize her words to express as much information as possible: "Originally everything was normal, but during an account review My husband noticed something was wrong and he felt someone was taking advantage of the program to make money.
"With the idea of being responsible for the company, my husband quickly traced the source of the accounting fraud along this line."
Mouri Kogoro stopped writing and frowned: "Takasugi Toshihiko? This doesn't make sense. He is the future heir of the Takasugi Consortium. There is absolutely no need to do such a thing."
"It's the subordinates he gathered."
Speaking of this, Miyazawa Yuka gradually became excited: "My husband received a warning when he found his subordinates, but he seemed to have discovered some secret, and then he became very nervous. I felt at that time Something is wrong, but if you ask him, he won’t say anything!”
Kogoro Mouri, who listened silently, pushed the tissue box in front of his client without saying a word, just in case he needed it.
"After that, my husband was in a car accident. I don't believe it was a car accident. How could there be such a coincidental car accident in this world! And I think the doctor responsible for rescuing my husband was probably bribed by Takasugi Toshihiko. They were on the operating table I killed my husband’s last hope of survival with my own hands!”
It was as if the grievances she had endured all by herself after running around for a month finally had an outlet. The increasingly agitated woman had a clear whimpering sound when she finally spoke, with tears running down her cheeks. The side slid down like a meteor.
"I explained everything to the police, but they still planned to close the case with accidental death. If I hadn't shamelessly knelt in front of the Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office and begged a friend I didn't know very well for help, I'm afraid my husband would have been in vain. died!
I have also approached many detectives, but those detectives immediately waved their hands and refused after hearing that the case involved the Takasugi Consortium and the Suzuki Consortium. Detective Mori, you are the first person who is willing to listen to what I have to say..."
Emotions surged out like a flood. The woman who wiped her tears with a tissue seemed to realize that she had lost her composure. She stood up and bowed to Mouri Kogoro in embarrassment, sobbing and apologizing: "I'm sorry that I lost my temper. Anyway... Thank you anyway, Detective Maori."
"I understand how you feel, Mrs. Miyazawa." Mouri Kogoro stood up and poured another glass of water and handed it to the young woman. He said seriously: "Don't worry, I will do my best to investigate. This matter will be taken care of by me."
Miyazawa Yuka stretched out her hands to take the water glass and bowed again: "Thank you."
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"You're welcome."
Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office, main entrance.
Uehara Katsumi, who was leaning against the marble pillar at the door with his hands in his pockets, tilted his head in front of his friend's thanks, chewed gum and blew a huge bubble: "It's just a matter of catching a few drug dealers. But I still think it's more important than talking about it." It is said that actual actions are more effective. If you have the time, you might as well treat me to two more meals."
"I have no problem, but are you sure you want to go out for dinner with me today? Where is your officer Sato?" Aso Miko, wrapped in a white down jacket, smiled and waved his hands, and water droplets splashed on Hara Katsumi's face.
"I'm spending Valentine's Day at the police station with two bombers."
Katsuki Uehara wiped his face and kicked Aso Minoru in the butt in disgust, but the latter laughed and twisted around to avoid it.
"You two are quite a match. You spend one Valentine's Day with the bomber and one Valentine's Day with the drug dealer."
"I'm sorry, the police don't deserve to celebrate Valentine's Day." The words, which were not said to be sinister but at least tinged with personal grudges, burst out from Katsumi Uehara's throat: "Unlike your doctor from Tokyo University, he is a hot potato."
"I heard that you have never missed Valentine's Day before. This Valentine's Day this year should be the first time you have missed it, right? Or is it the second time?"
Thinking that Katsuki Uehara had been in the Metropolitan Police Department for a year, Aso changed his mind and asked.
"Fake rumors and slander. Find out who you are listening to. I will arrest you immediately, even without a lawyer's letter."
