In the small office, the atmosphere suddenly became strange.
Miwako Sato, who also sensed something was wrong, tightened her muscles all over. She had moved her hands from the table at some point, and her sharp eyes were fixed on the man sitting behind the desk in front of her.
There's something wrong with this guy.
The police's intuition made Sato Miwako suddenly alert.
Xia Muchuanzhi also seemed not to notice this and didn't care. With his slender index finger, he pushed the gold-rimmed glasses frame on the bridge of his nose, and said with a smile on his lips: "That's right, I worry too much. A person as powerful as Uehara Criminal should be able to apprehend the criminal quickly. "
"Although saying this may be a bit self-proclaimed, I think you are right."
Tilting his head slightly in agreement, Katsuki Uehara stretched out his left hand to pick up the water glass on the table, brought it to his mouth, took a sip, and moistened his throat: "The police are confident that they will completely solve this bizarre serial case within three days. It’s a murder case, so Dr. Xia Muchuan, you can rest assured.”
Miwa Sato, who heard his partner say this, resisted the urge to turn around and ask him, and continued to maintain the best alert posture, always on guard against possible conflicts.
"3 days? So fast?" Xia Muchuanzhi also raised his eyebrows. He took off his glasses and wiped the white mist on the lenses from drinking coffee before putting them back on: "But I saw in the evening news that the police didn't seem to be there. This news was not announced to the outside world.”
"I wanted to say this to the outside world, but my boss didn't allow it. After all, that damn bastard was so crazy that even lunatic was not enough to describe what he did.
"He is more like a terminal testicular cancer patient who escaped from the lunatic asylum. He likes to take off his clothes and run naked on the street to prove that he has not been cut. A more accurate description is that the cerebellum is not fully developed and the brain is not developed at all. It is commonly known as mental retardation. "
The index finger of his right hand tapped near his temple. Katsuki Uehara, who was holding the cup in his left hand, raised his eyebrows: "Are you right, Dr. Natsuki Chuan?"
"really."
Xia Muchuanzhi nodded in disbelief, bent his elbows to support himself on the desk, crossed his fingers in front of his chin and said seriously: "But as a doctor, I feel that what you said by Uehara Criminal is very harmful to patients with mental illness and... Testicular cancer patients are not very respectful.
"From a medical point of view, patients should not be laughed at. They are one of the most life-loving groups in the world who can actively cooperate with treatment.
"Everyone has good and bad fortunes, and no one wants to get sick."
"Sorry, maybe I didn't make it clear."
Putting the half-empty cup on the table, Uehara Katsumi smiled and shook his head: "I don't mean to be disrespectful to any group of people who actively love life. On the contrary, I respect and admire those people who love life. What I did just now The words only refer to the mouse that dare not see the light.
"You also said that people are prone to misfortune and good fortune. Who knows whether that mouse went crazy because of these diseases and did this series of perverted actions."
"That makes sense. Maybe it's because I'm a doctor so I'm more sensitive."
Natsuki Kawazuya leaned on the back of the swivel chair, his eyes moved away from Uehara Katsumi, and fell on Sato Miwako: "So, Sato Criminal, do you have any questions to ask?"
"Yes, but I think you may need to go to the Metropolitan Police Department to answer the next question, Dr. Xia Muchuan."
Sato Miwako raised the phone in her hand and said calmly.
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"Zhiya Natsuki, 34 years old. After graduating from Tokyo University School of Medicine, he entered Mihua Central Hospital as an intern and has been working ever since. Judging from his resume, this guy is a model of achieving personal class leaps through reading. He is not bad in appearance and height, perfect. The top student template.”
An hour and a half later, the Metropolitan Police searched the office area of the third department.
After summarizing the personal information that could be obtained temporarily into a file and handing it to his boss, Chiba Kazushi's tone was full of confusion: "Are you sure this person is the murderer?"
"It's not that we are sure he is the murderer, it's his words and behavior that make us suspicious." Miwako Sato frowned as she took the document and looked through it, briefly explaining the man's previous behavior in the hospital.
"Perhaps... you are too sensitive?" Chiba Kazushi still felt a little unreasonable: "If he is really a prisoner, then why did he do this? Why did he want to attract your attention?"
"No reason, just provocation. It seems he is very unconvinced that he didn't blow up the hospital."
After adding the new information and name of "Natsumikawa Shiya" on the blackboard, Katsuki Uehara, who put the cap on his pen, turned and knocked on the board: "Do you still remember the challenge letter he sent to the police?"
"Speaking of this - Uehara Criminal Investigation, I have found out who Sakai Jiro was who sent the second letter to the Metropolitan Police last time." After hearing this, Takagi hurriedly returned to his seat and picked up a document. , trotted back and handed it to Uehara Katsumi.
"We collected surveillance from multiple nearby intersections and finally identified the person who delivered the package at the entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department. According to his confession, a person called him two weeks ago and said that he only needed help. You can get a lot of money if you do this.”
"He doesn't know it's illegal?"
"He said he knew, but his father was in a car accident. Although he was saved by surgery, monthly treatment would require a lot of money, so he was moved.
"The most important thing is that the other party promised to pay him the full amount in advance and promised to wait until he paid all the medical bills before taking action."
"..."
"..."
Uehara Katsumi and Sato Miwako, who were looking through the documents in their hands, both raised their heads. Takagi Wataru, who was reporting the situation, was a little at a loss for a moment——
"What, what's wrong?"
"Mika Central Hospital, first aid center." Uehara Katsumi said in a deep voice as Ichimoku Jugye read the information on his hand thoroughly.
"I guess we should know the person who sent the money and the person who called." Sato Miwako turned her head and raised her chin towards the folder in her partner's hand.
"The number belongs to a public phone booth, and the surveillance is still checking the people who used that phone booth based on time. However, the money was found, and it was a check."
"Whose account?"
Katsuki Uehara turned his head, looked at the name on the blackboard, and said solemnly: "The first victim in the serial murder case, Doctor Taiga."
"...Two weeks ago, not long before the serial murders occurred." Miwako Sato frowned, feeling as if her thoughts had hit an invisible wall: "Takagi, which bank did Jiro Saito cash his check at? Yes? Was there anyone accompanying you at the time?"
"The staff member at Mitsubishi Bank Mihua Branch who handled related business for Saoi Jiro was named Hirota Masami.
"We also came for questioning. She and the bank's surveillance at the time can prove that Jiro Saoi was indeed alone when he came to cash the check."
