"Takagi, take out all the information on the serial murder case that you investigated before. Chiba, go see how the bank account and phone number of the bomber are being investigated;
"I'll call the forensic department to see when it will be our turn."
The Metropolitan Police Department and the Criminal Division searched the office area of the 3rd Department of Violent Crime Section 1.
Miwako Sato, who pushed in the door, gave orders vigorously. Wataru Takagi and Shinba Chiba, who had also just returned, didn't even have time to take a sip of water before they started busy again.
After taking off his suit jacket and loosening his tie, Katsumi Uehara moved his neck twice. After returning to his work station, he put his coat on the back of the chair. After freeing up his hands, he pushed the blackboard over.
"Hello? Hello. Yes, I am Sato Miwako from the Violent Crime Investigation Section 3..."
Miwako Sato, who was checking the status of the forensic doctor, was still communicating with others about the urgency of the case. After preparing a series of things, Katsuki Uehara returned to his desk and opened the lid of the thermos cup and took a sip to moisten his throat. .
The sweetness of wolfberry and red dates bounced on the tip of the tongue. With his mouth pursed, Katsuki Uehara pulled his chair not far from the blackboard and picked up a pen and wrote the two serial numbers "Shinkansen Bomb" and "Serial Murder Case" on it.
"That's it. The bank account and phone number are still being checked. Specific results should be available within two hours at the latest." Chiba Kazuhiro, who was the first to hang up the phone, walked back to Sato Miwako's desk and looked at After taking a look at Uehara Katsumi who was writing on the blackboard and Sato who was still communicating with the forensic doctor, he gave his results.
"I understand, thank you."
Miwako Sato, who also ended the call, brushed her loose hair on her forehead, her face obviously not very good-looking.
Katsuki Uehara stopped writing and glanced back: "It seems that your results are not very satisfactory."
"The forensic doctor said that our autopsy will be done in two weeks. This is the fastest time." Subconsciously brushing a few loose hairs on her forehead, Sato Miwako sighed with one hand on her hips, her eyes full of helplessness. .
"Two weeks later? What two weeks later?" Takagi Wataru, who hurried back with a stack of documents in his arms, failed to hear what he said before and asked instinctively in confusion.
Katsuki Uehara, who was twirling his pen between his fingers, shrugged: "Obviously, autopsy."
"There is nothing we can do about it. Why do we have so few forensic doctors?" Chiba Kazunobu, who took a bottle of juice from his desk and took a few sips, wiped the corners of his mouth and sighed with emotion. Japanese Forensic Medicine Practitioner The current situation of the sparse number of people: "We can't just tie up a forensic doctor to help. Besides, we don't know any forensic doctors."
"Actually, it's not impossible."
Hearing this, the man who stopped turning his pen paused for a moment, and as soon as he spoke, he was immediately greeted by the gazes of three people——
"I have a friend who has a medical qualification certificate and three years of hospital work experience."
Shaking the cell phone he took out from his trousers pocket, Katsumi Uehara pulled up the chair and sat down, and raised his eyes to Miwako Sato, whose face suddenly darkened: "Are you kidding Uehara? Autopsy is a very serious matter. Something about it—"
"This friend of mine once served as a forensic doctor on Yueying Island. He made no mistakes. Rounding it off, he should be considered rich in experience."
"once?"
She pressed her moist tongue over her slightly dry lips, placed one hand on the edge of her desk, and put her hands on her hips. She lowered her head and looked at her: "Uehara, what we need now is an experienced forensic doctor. The autopsy results will be Directly affects our subsequent judgment on the case——"
"So, are you sure you want to wait for those old forensic doctors for two weeks?"
Katsuki Uehara, who was throwing his cell phone back and forth with his left and right hands, said with his mouth to the side: "Takagi and Chiba have been waiting for more than a week, but in the end they got nothing."
"..."
Sato Miwako, whose words were instantly choked back to her stomach, blinked, then raised her eyes and glanced at Takagi and Chiba.
"Uh... I did wait for 10 days." Under the pressure of his boss's eyes, the honest Takagi Wataru opened his mouth twice, and finally confirmed the authenticity of Katsumi Uehara's words.
Chiba Kazunobu on the side did not forget to poke his head out and add: "If you include today, it is already 11 days."
"3:1, you lose, Sato." Uehara Katsumi, who had already started flipping through his phone's address book, raised his left hand and held up three fingers.
"What? Wait Uehara, you-"
"Hello? Chengshi? Are you interested in making some extra money after get off work today?"
With his feet hooked under the edge of Miwako Sato's desk and his upper body strategically tilted back to avoid her blocking movement, Uehara Katsumi dialed Aso Minoru's number.
"What? No, no, no, I'm not asking you to sell fish. I'm not that unreliable. I eat what I catch. What I mean is to introduce you to the work of a forensic doctor..."
Three minutes later, Katsuki Uehara hung up the phone, raised his eyes and looked at the three people's hands: "Done, the forensic autopsy problem has been solved."
Takagi and Chiba were stunned;
Miwako Sato closed her eyes and patted her forehead a few times. She couldn't say a word, and her every move was full of regret for not being able to stop it in time.
Takagi Wataru, who didn't know much about the professional world, asked tentatively after he came to his senses: "Uehara Criminal, your doctor friend..."
"Undergraduate degree from Dongda University of Medicine, now working at Mihua Central Hospital."
"Bachelor degree?" Chiba's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this background.
In Japan, those who can successfully get involved in the Tokyo University of Medicine at the undergraduate level and then successfully graduate from it are all outstanding people. It is basically impossible for such talents to condescend to become a forensic doctor.
"You can find out whatever I lie to you about." Katsuki Uehara spread his hands: "So, let me give you an opinion. Do I need to call and cancel the appointment now?"
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Hiss... no, I drank too much juice just now and I suddenly want to go to the toilet. Uehara, Sato, you guys talk first." Chiba Kazunobu suddenly crossed his legs, stood up from the chair, turned around and walked towards the toilet. , The fat body is trembling.
Takagi Wataru, who was in a dilemma, couldn't help but his eyes lit up when he saw this, and he hurriedly raised his feet to catch up: "Wait a minute Chiba, me too, me too, together."
"Okay Takagi, let's go together..."
"..."
The poor acting skills of the two subordinates made Miwako Sato's eyes twitch.
"So, do you want to go to the toilet?" Katsuki Uehara, who was laughing, immediately returned to a serious look after breaking the skill, and his eyes returned to his partner who was currently authorized by Megure Thirteen.
Sato Miwako pursed her lips, put one hand on the desk, narrowed her eyes slightly and stared at the man in front of her, her gaze becoming increasingly dangerous.
"Hmm?" Katsuki Uehara shook his phone innocently.
"Listen Uehara, I should have told you when you first entered the Metropolitan Police Department a year ago that the most important thing for us police officers in handling cases is not to act randomly."
After looking at each other for a long time, Sato Miwako slowly leaned down and pressed towards the man and said, "But it seems that you haven't listened to me at all in the past year."
As the distance between the two got closer and closer, Katsuki Uehara, who could even hear the woman's breathing, raised his eyebrows and said noncommittally: "I remember that the police manual said that special cases can be dealt with."
"The last time." Sato Miwako raised her right hand, spread her fingers, and said seriously.
"make a deal."
Katsuki Uehara raised his hand and high-fived her.
"You can write the application yourself. I don't know your doctor friend."
