"What? What is that? Clark Kent in a mask?"
"He is the protagonist of a tokusatsu drama. He is very popular and marketable among many children and some adults. The name of this tokusatsu drama is "Masked Superman"."
Tokyo, on a certain mountain, in the Suzuki family villa.
Katsuki Uehara, who was squatting under the window sill of the living room, put on his gloves, picked up the Masked Superman figure that was placed in a conspicuous position, and observed it carefully, but he still found nothing unusual.
Miwako Sato, who was also at the search site, couldn't help but frown when she heard this: "Protagonist of a special series? I seem to have heard of it."
"It's not like you've watched the special series. It's normal that you've just heard about it."
Throwing the figure into the evidence bag and sealing it, Katsuki Uehara turned his head and stared at the slight water stains not far away on the floor——
Almost all the windows in the southeast and southeast directions on the first floor were broken, and there were a lot of water stains on the indoor floor here and there. It's not much, but it's eye-catching.
"So, the prisoner has changed the rules of killing again? Is Masked Superman's enemy a rich man?"
"It depends on how you understand it. Anyway, his old enemy organization is definitely not short of money. Transformers and transformed monsters are popping up one after another."
After handing the evidence bag to the on-site police officer, Uehara Katsumi walked out of the living room, came to the open space outside the villa and looked around. There was only a lone suspension bridge leading down the mountain.
The classic precondition of power outage in Blizzard Villa is as classic as it gets, but this time the victim is the eldest lady Suzuki Ayako.
"Where are the bodyguards? What should I say?"
"Loss of blood, hopeless." Sato Miwako gritted her teeth, her expression a little gloomy.
"The pensions are paid according to the highest standards. They sacrificed their lives to protect Ayako. No matter what the final result is, I must do this."
The two were talking, and not far from the open space outside the house, a plump middle-aged man who was on the phone spoke loudly.
The orange custom-made suit was fully stretched out by his general belly. He has short hair on his back and a mustache that twitches as he speaks.
As if he noticed that someone was looking at him, the middle-aged man turned around, adjusted the black round glasses on the bridge of his nose, and nodded towards the two of them.
"How are Sato Criminal, Uehara Criminal, how is the situation? Are there any clues at the scene? Can you find out who kidnapped my daughter?"
"Not yet, Mr. Suzuki."
Facing the inquiry from the head of the Suzuki Consortium, Miwako Sato and her partner looked at each other, couldn't help but sigh, and took a step forward: "But we already have a direction to check."
"Mr. Suzuki, can I ask if you have received any blackmail or extortion emails or phone calls so far?"
Looking at this powerful contender for Asia's richest man who could still remain calm even if his daughter was kidnapped, Katsumi Uehara followed his partner and asked.
"No, I haven't received a single relevant call or email so far."
"What about your wife and second daughter, Miss Suzuki Sonoko?"
"They haven't received it either."
"Understood."
Looking at Suzuki Shiro who was comforting his worried wife after answering another phone call, Sato Miwako shook her head: "Uehara, do you think it's okay for us to investigate from the direction of his enemies?"
"Okay, just go to Xia Muchuan."
Katsuki Uehara took off his gloves, put his hands on his hips and looked at the broken window glass outside the villa. He frowned and said: "He is very proud. Since a person like this has established the rules of the game, he will definitely enjoy cat and mouse within these rules." pleasure.
"Moreover, this kind of person will not kill for no reason. There must be a thread that can connect it all, but we haven't found it yet.
"He hid this line very secretly, and it was also the basis for his confidence and dare to play with the police like this."
Katsuki Uehara gritted his teeth, trying to recall every piece of information he had received since taking over the case——
"Takagi's email, they also found a plastic figure of Masked Superman in Takasugi. There were also water stains on the floor." Miwako Sato, who noticed her phone vibrating, flipped through her mailbox and saw the information report sent by her colleagues. He couldn't help but poke his partner with his elbow.
"I knew that since this thing is displayed so conspicuously, it must be some kind of metaphor, that bastard." Uehara Katsumi, who had guessed that it would be like this, hammered each other with his fists, and Natsuki Chuanzhi seemed to appear in front of him again. Also the figure of that bastard.
"He was at the Metropolitan Police Department last night, which means he had no time to commit the crime. And his accomplice is currently known to be a person with strong weapons and fighting skills."
"Ah, that's why his accomplice took action last night. It's most likely because Xia Muchuan Zhiya couldn't do it himself in this situation."
Sato Miwako bit her slightly dry lips, feeling unwilling but helpless: "So, now we can only wait for the investigation results from Chiba."
"And surveillance."
Uehara Katsuki added: "Even if the surveillance in the villa is destroyed, the surveillance on the road is not. As long as the time period is locked, although there is a bit more traffic, you will definitely gain something by checking each vehicle one by one. The prisoner must transport For every person to walk, he must need a car.”
"It's very difficult. We haven't found out the truck that transported the fish tank from the surveillance until now.
"The first victim in the serial murder case, Dr. Dahe, died in his apartment and was drowned in a fish tank by the murderer. Considering that the fish tank might have been sent there by the murderer in advance, we checked the people who entered and exited it within a week. There were as many cars as stars in the apartment parking lot.
"Even if the time is shortened to three days, inspecting each vehicle is still a difficult project."
"There's nothing we can do about it. Watching surveillance cameras to check one by one is the stupidest way, but at least it's effective. I'm just a little tired." Katsuki Uehara sighed, glanced at the police officer who was sorting the camera, and was about to say something. , but his phone rang——
Ring ring ring!
"Hey, Chengshi?"
"Good morning, Mr. Police."
"speak English."
"People say that you are more likely to find a job for me."
Miwa Central Hospital.
Asami, who was wearing a white lab coat, held the report he had just tested in one hand and marveled: "Do you know how high the content of Admeta in the two corpses you gave me is?"
"What?" Uehara Katsuki was stunned, and after realizing it, he hurriedly asked: "You mean they are also taking drugs?"
"Although the bodies were soaked in formalin for one to two weeks, and the conclusions that can be drawn from other aspects are not complete, I can be sure of this. The two deceased people must have been severe drug addicts before they were alive.
"Also, although it's not obvious, I also found a lot of... well, how should I put it, it should be traces in the skin tissue of the two deceased people, but it's just weird."
"strangeness?"
"Let's put it this way, I did some structural restoration. Considering that they are severe drug addicts, and most of these scars are concentrated on the chest, abdomen, buttocks and inner thighs, I think these two played a little unfairly during their lifetime. It's the kind of thing where you have to shout the safe word.
"In addition, I also found more glass fragments in the wounds of the two corpses. It seems that the murderer used the narrow-sided tetrahedron weapon I mentioned before to stab it in very hard."
"..."
"Hello? Hello? Uehara, are you listening?"
The sudden silence from the other side made Aso a little strange, so he shouted a few times.
"Listening."
Katsuki Uehara, who was suddenly stunned, his eyes changed: "Honestly, can you confirm the specific time of death of these two people?"
"If the exact number of days is accurate, further inspection will be required, but currently it can be determined that it is more than 8 days and less than 14 days."
"I understand, thanks. I'll treat you to dinner later."
Uehara Katsuki decisively hung up the phone: "Sato, have someone go to Kirino Keiichi's house right now! Quick!"
