"Are you crazy? Do you still suspect that I am the murderer? Didn't I say everything that needs to be said? What else do you want me to say?"
Metropolitan Police Department, search department three, interrogation room.
The woman in a black lady's suit slapped the table angrily, and sternly questioned the two policemen in front of her who suspected that they were the murderers: "Do you have to force me to admit that I killed my husband?"
"Calm down, calm down, please calm down Mrs. Miyazawa."
"I can't calm down!
"I spent so much time looking for so many people and even shamelessly knelt down in front of the prosecutor's office in exchange for a chance for the police to restart the investigation. In the end, the restart was a restart, but the result of your investigation was that I kill?
"Is it me who calls out to catch the thief?
"Is it dark under my lamp?"
Miyazawa Yuka, who had no idea what kind of brain circuit this was, was filled with disappointment: "The news is right, the Tokyo police without the help of Kudo Shinichi is really terrible."
"In order to ensure that the case comes to light, the police need to consider every clue and direction that may become a breakthrough. Therefore, this is just a routine inquiry process."
Uehara Katsumi, who was sitting motionless in his chair, turned the ballpoint pen between his fingers. When he raised his eyes to look at Yuka Miyazawa who stood up out of anger, his tone was still calm: "But Mrs. Miyazawa, what you said is true. That makes sense. Judging from the information, you and your husband do have a very good relationship.
"Then, why don't we skip this topic for now and discuss where you were when the serial murders occurred?"
"Serial murder case? Wait a minute, don't you still suspect that I killed those seven people?"
Miyazawa Yuka held her forehead, shook her head helplessly, and smiled angrily: "Do you think I, a woman, can kill seven grown men in a row?"
"It's not unusual." Uehara Katsuki shrugged, turned to Miwako Sato, who was sitting next to him and nuzzled: "Have you seen her? One can kill ten."
"..."
Sato Miwako, who was still recording, couldn't help but put down her pen and gave her partner a roll of her eyes: "I'm sorry, Mrs. Miyazawa, Uehara Criminal has only been in the Metropolitan Police Department for less than a year, and he is still a dazed young man, so he spoke a little too hastily.
"Regarding this case, the police have actually confirmed that your husband did not die in a car accident, so we need to collect information from all the people involved in the case from the beginning for screening."
"It must be him who killed Toshihiko Takasugi!" Miyazawa Yuka immediately affirmed after hearing what the police said: "He was afraid that my husband would expose the secret that he wanted to poison Sayuri Matsumoto!"
"Judging from Takasugi Toshihiko's transcript, he had a sufficient alibi when your husband died in a car accident."
Putting the notes written by Takasugi Toshihiko and Matsumoto Kiyonaga in front of the woman, Miwako Sato crossed her fingers on the table and said: "He has never even seen your husband before this. He waited until Miyazawa After the news of Xin’s death in the car accident was confirmed, he learned that a manager in the group’s finance department had died.”
"My husband knows the secret that he wants to kill Sayuri Matsumoto. He is a murderer. You actually believe what a murderer says?" Miyazawa Yuka's tone was filled with unspeakable incredulity: "He is still so rich, so casually Then you can perjure yourself."
"This is true. We are also investigating why Miyazawa Nobu knew this secret. We are currently following the clues of the drug dealers you provided."
Sato Miwako nodded and affirmed her statement: "So, Mrs. Miyazawa, can you sit down and tell us your daily whereabouts in the past month? You know, the police now need to investigate all possibilities Factors affecting the direction of the case.”
After being irritated and venting her anger, Miyazawa Yuka's rationality finally prevailed. He glanced at the man sitting next to Sato Miwako, who was playing with a pen with his legs crossed. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "My husband just had an accident a month ago. In the first week, he traveled around the hospital, home, crematorium, and funeral parlor. Dr. Xia Muchuan helped me a lot in this, and he can vouch for me."
Sato Miwako pressed the tip of the ballpoint pen and nodded while writing: "Natsumikawa Shiya, the doctor who operated on your husband?"
"Yes, Dr. Xia Muchuan was at the scene of the car accident. He called an ambulance to the hospital as soon as he discovered the car accident, but in the end he was still unable to save my husband on the operating table.
"He was sorry for not being able to save my husband, but I don't blame him because I know he tried his best."
"And after that?"
"Then I made an appointment with the crematorium and funeral parlor with the help of Dr. Guan Guan wants the police to re-investigate.
"After the funeral, the police who re-investigated several times told me that the results remained the same and they still found nothing unusual."
Katsuki Uehara paused in turning the pen, raised his eyes and said, "Then the long kneeling at the entrance of the Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office?"
"Yes."
"That is to say, Mrs. Miyazawa, your whereabouts in the past month have basically been at home, insurance companies, hospitals, crematoriums, funeral parlors, and the Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office, right?" Sato Miwako stopped writing and asked.
"Yes, oh no, there are two more places. One is the fitness club, and the other is your Metropolitan Police Department." Miyazawa Yuka added after nodding and then quickly shaking her head.
"gym?"
"I'm a member there. How could I still have the energy to go to class after something like this happened at home, so I had no choice but to go to the club and suspend my card. Coach Kirino can testify to this for me."
Miwako Sato frowned: "Keiichi Kirino?"
"Yes."
"..."
After some interrogation, Uehara Katsumi, who watched Miyazawa Yuka being temporarily taken away by the police, turned back to look at his partner: "Sato, do you still remember what I originally decided to go to the hospital for this morning?"
"Xia Muchuan Zhiye?"
Sato Miwako also raised her eyes and looked at him: "How credible do you think her words are?"
"Judging from the micro-expressions, she didn't lie. But from the suspect's perspective, she is still suspected of being black under the light."
"If her alibi is true, then there should be many people in these places who can testify against her." Sato Miwako raised the notebook in her hand, took out her mobile phone and was about to make a call, but found that a call happened to be dialed. Come in——
"Takagi?"
"Sato Criminal, something happened at the Tokyo Red Corner Jockey Club."
Miwako Sato, whose expression suddenly became tense, asked: "Did the bomb explode?"
"No, it's not a bomb, it's a body."
After walking out of the racecourse stables with his nose covered, Takagi couldn't help but take a breath of fresh air: "We did not find a bomb inside the racecourse, but we found two bodies, both women.
"Judging from the information left at the scene, they should be Kirino Keiichi's wife and daughter who were kidnapped by the murderer."
