"Let's go, Miwako, aren't you getting off work yet?"
"No, I still have the last bit of report to write. Yumi, please go first."
Metropolitan Police Department, Search Section 1, Department 3 temporary office area.
Miwako Sato, who was facing the sunset, smiled and rejected her best friend's proposal to get off work together. She raised the half-written report in her hand and said, "Don't wait for me."
"You haven't finished writing yet? What have you been doing all day? I remember that there didn't seem to be any murders today, right? Could it be that you were just enjoying your romance with Uehara?" Miyamoto's mouth suddenly curled up so much that it could hold a soy sauce bottle. Yumi is disappointed.
Ever since her best friend confirmed her relationship with that bitch Katsumi Uehara, she felt as if there was a thick barrier between herself and Miwako.
sad!
"What are you talking about? I can still tell the difference between public and private." Miwako Sato shook her head helplessly and turned the ballpoint pen in her right hand: "I was reading a file about other cases during the day. It's a waste. It just took a little time.”
"A little bit?"
"...Okay, a little more than half a day."
"What other case files? Oh my god, don't you think you have enough cases on hand?"
Miyamoto Yumi, who was walking towards her best friend, opened her eyes wide when she heard this, her tone full of disbelief: "Miwako, please remember that you are a woman who already has a boyfriend.
"The most important thing you should do now is deepen your relationship with your boyfriend, rather than working overtime late at night with a pile of case files, do you understand?"
"Yeah?"
Miwako Sato, who didn't understand why, put down her pen and subconsciously turned to look at her boyfriend's workstation diagonally opposite. No one was there: "Are you sure this is not your own speculation?"
Miyamoto Yumi, who raised her butt and sat on her best friend's desk, couldn't help but roll her eyes at her: "Do you think that since you are with Uehara during the day at work, there is no need to be so annoying after get off work, otherwise you will give him a kind of self-24 A delusion that has been haunting him every hour?”
"Isn't it right? Although I have never been in love, I still know that even in the period of passionate love, we need to leave each other some private space to breathe freely, so that we can better maintain our feelings for each other.
"Besides, my home and Katsumi's home are in completely different directions. We can't always let him take a detour to accompany me to get off work."
Miwako Sato, who was leaning on the back of the seat, raised her head slightly, looking puzzledly at her best friend's eyes.
Miyamoto Yumi stroked her forehead with one hand, feeling her blood pressure rising: "You have to seize the opportunity, seize the opportunity Miwako, do you know that he is now famous as a hotshot, how many secrets are there behind his back?" A naughty fox is watching."
"Oh no, why do I feel like you are more anxious than me about falling in love?" After hearing this, Sato Miwako didn't pay attention to any sexy fox. Instead, she was very interested in the attitude of her best friend, the emperor, who was not as anxious as the eunuch.
"Nonsense, you are my best friend. I haven't been in love once in twenty-eight years. If you don't worry, who are you worried about?"
Miyamoto Yumi, the self-proclaimed love guru, gave his best friend a white look, and casually pulled out the document that made him panic from under his butt. After taking a closer look, he immediately discovered a blind spot: "The case three years ago? Matsuda-kun's bombing case?"
If the case three years ago was particularly impressive, Miyamoto Yumi could only think of the explosion that led to the death of Matsuda Jinpei.
"No."
Sato Miwako shook her head, recalling the contents of the files she had read in the afternoon, and subconsciously bit her lip and thought: "It was a kidnapping case targeting multiple wealthy people. In that kidnapping case, the only deceased was named Oikawa Mari.
"Yumi, have you heard about this?"
"Mari Oikawa? I seem to have an impression that they are a very professional criminal gang, right?"
Yumi Miyamoto, who is the gossip expert of the Metropolitan Police Department, thought about it for a while, and then came up with this case with extremely luxurious prison configuration in his mind: "I remember that there were more than 20 people, and they kidnapped seven wealthy people in an organized and planned way. people, and then extort ransom from their families?
"If I remember correctly, this case was the last case that the Arimura Police Department was responsible for before retiring, right? Miwako, why are you looking at this case?"
"It's nothing, it's just related to my current situation."
Miwako Sato, who did not talk in detail, put her elbows on the table and looked down at the copy of the file on the desk: "I have read the relevant information on that case, and the prisoners said that they did not actually intend to kill anyone at the beginning. .
"At that time, someone wanted to take the opportunity to take the lead in resisting when the police came. In the end, she was the one who was beaten and died on the spot."
"That seems to be true."
After recalling it for a long time, Miyamoto Yumi suddenly slapped her forehead: "Ah, I remembered it. At that time, there was actually a saying that the main target of this kidnapping case was only one person, and the other people, including the deceased and Kawamari, were just It’s incidental.”
"?"
Hearing this, Sato Miwako was stunned for a moment: "What? Who is that person?"
………………………………………………………………
"you guess?"
Tokyo, in a single-family villa in Cupido Town.
The man who got past the heavy security and climbed into the master bedroom used a rope to tie the panicked bald middle-aged man on the bed tightly, and then answered his question about who he was.
After the leather shoes with shoe covers stepped on the latter's thigh, his voice was hoarse and low: "Let's see if you can guess right, President."
"Please, please, I can give you whatever you want, don't kill me, don't kill me!"
The bald man wearing only a pair of trousers desperately begged for mercy. He didn't even bother to guess who the man in the evil ghost mask in front of him was: "Do you want money? Do you want money? I can give it to you, you As much or as little as you want.
"One hundred million? Two hundred million? Or three hundred million?"
"Money? No, I don't need that thing."
The man wearing the devil mask turned the gun, and then, the muzzle of the gun was pressed against the forehead of the bald middle-aged man: "I only need you to do one thing for me. Anyway, you are very good at killing people, right?" ?
"If you do this, I will not report the crimes you have committed to the police, and your wife and children will be safe. Otherwise, I cannot guarantee that you will be able to see them alive and kicking."
"..."
The bald middle-aged man swallowed hard: "Don't take action against them. The rules on the road will not harm your family. Every wrongdoer has his own debtor, so just kill me."
"It seems like you still don't understand your situation, Mr. President. I'm not negotiating terms with you, I'm ordering you."
The man wearing the evil ghost mask chuckled. Under the frightened gaze of the bald middle-aged man, he slowly raised his left hand and took off the evil ghost mask on his face, revealing his handsome true face.
"Who are you?! I have no enmity with you! Why do you do this to me?!"
"Oikawa Kunihiko."
The next second, the man pulled the trigger——
boom!
"Tell me my name when you get to hell."
After standing up expressionlessly, Oikawa Kunihiko walked to the side and picked up a camera to take pictures of the scene. He looked at the content on the screen with a hint of contempt on his lips.
ps: Review completed, recovered~
Look at my performance this month (serious.jpg)
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