"Ah sneeze!"
Katsuki Uehara, who was squatting at home changing medicine on his left hand, suddenly sneezed. He subconsciously raised his head and looked toward the balcony. The bright moonlight followed the cool night breeze and entered the living room along the gap in the floor-to-ceiling window that was not closed tightly.
His hands trembled and he almost poured the potion all over the floor.
The handwritten clue file of the Chou Si Lang case was spread out on the rectangular coffee table. After throwing the cotton swab used to apply the medicine into the trash can, the man wrapped a new bandage around his left hand.
"Strange, I remember the windows weren't closed tightly when I went out in the morning?"
After moving his left wrist and confirming that the newly wrapped bandage would not have much impact on the mobility of the wrist joint, a somewhat puzzled Uehara Katsuki stood up from the sofa, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, opened the curtains, and casually Close it tightly.
Did I remember it wrong?
Considering that his girlfriend was indeed rushed from home to attend the press conference this morning, Uehara Katsumi couldn't think of a reason after recalling it for a while, and then he didn't pay much attention to it.
Putting the matter behind him, he returned to the sofa and sat down, his eyes falling on the open paper - the current situation of everyone who had been interviewed by the police in the case of Chou Silang so far. It's written on it.
One name after another, along with their current age and job, was all information he had investigated using his own police channels.
Considering that the murderer of this case in my memory should be an old acquaintance with Miwako's father, after a short visit and investigation and a phone call to inquire about his future mother-in-law, Katsuki Uehara quickly set his sights on a small On the circle——
Hidero Saruwatari, who is 50 years old and is currently a university professor, had a very good relationship with Masayoshi Sato, the deceased in the Shoujiro case, and was his high school baseball team partner;
Shuji Kano, 49, has the same relationship as Masayoshi Sato and is currently a restaurant owner.
Mitsuo Inamata, 50 years old this year, was the main player of Sato Masayoshi’s high school baseball team. He is now a successful entrepreneur, and his industry is finance;
Finally, there is the classic configuration of a Japanese high school club - the former beautiful manager of the baseball team: the 49-year-old Choko the Bird.
Because they played on the same baseball team in high school, these four people had the closest relationship with Masayoshi Sato eighteen years ago.
Considering that the murderer had the impression that he had traveled abroad and had recently returned to the country when the prosecution period was over, Katsuki Uehara quickly crossed out the name of the sacred bird Choko who had never been abroad.
"Another classic choice of three..."
The man's bandaged left hand carefully rubbed his chin. He looked at the three remaining names on the manuscript paper and fell into deep thought.
As a university professor, Hidero Saruwatari has the experience of going abroad on official business to participate in academic exchange meetings, and as a successful entrepreneur, Mitsuo Inamata goes abroad to discuss business, which is even more common.
As for Shuji Kano, as a restaurant owner, it is a bit abnormal for him to stay in Italy for several years. After all, the restaurant he opened in Tokyo is not Italian cuisine.
At the same time, in a villa in the suburbs of Miwa Town.
The short-haired woman in her room put on a newly bought lavender nightgown after taking a shower, and her eyes fell on the computer screen on the desk by the window - Katsuna Uehara was drawing and writing in the living room. The writing comes into view clearly.
She moved her butt slightly and sat on the chair. The woman's eyes flickered, and her right hand subconsciously touched the screen - the gruesome scar on the back of her hand was not covered by the bandage, and looked particularly terrifying under the soft light of the bedroom!
"Click."
The sound of the door lock being unlocked brought the complicated-looking woman back to her senses in an instant. After switching the surveillance screen in almost a second, she immediately turned to look at the door of the bedroom, and a figure with a gloomy face strode in - —
"Nahara Monáe, two monitoring devices are missing. Please give me an explanation."
"Are you crazy Oikawa Kunihiko? This is my room. I should have told you not to break in without my permission."
The man with slicked back hair, Kunihiko Oikawa, still had a distinct smell of medicine. Hearing this, his face turned dark. He grabbed his partner's pajamas collar with his right hand and forced her to look at him: "Pramya is not using surveillance. The equipment is necessary, what are you going to do with the monitoring?"
"Of course it is to contribute to your revenge plan." Nahara Monáe looked directly into the man's eyes, with no strange look on her eyebrows: "Also, I locked the door, please put down the spare key for me. I You can't come in the room."
"..."
Having nothing to say, Oikawa Kunihiko glanced at the computer screen that was displaying a map of Tokyo, loosened her collar, and walked forward -
Nahara Monáe's expression changed, and she raised her hand to stop her: "What are you doing!"
Snapped!
With a simple switch, the hidden monitoring page was restored immediately, and the two parallel monitoring screens of the bedroom and living room occupied the entire screen. In the surveillance room of the living room, Katsumi Uehara and a tall woman were sitting on the same sofa, eating and chatting, and then they were clearly seen:
She has short hair, wears a lavender suit and skirt, and her facial features without any makeup are extraordinarily beautiful and delicate.
"You crazy person!"
Oikawa Kunihiko turned around suddenly when he saw this scene, and his handsome face was twisted to a point of horror: "I have repeatedly told him not to disturb him, but are you turning a deaf ear to my words? Do you really think that I dare not kill you?! "
"……I can not hold it in."
Nahara Monáe immediately broke the pot and said with an expressionless face: "If he hadn't rejected me, I wouldn't have become a public security officer."
"You think the police have nothing to do with him!"
"Nonsense, the power of the police is superior to that of the police. I am a police officer just so that I can become his boss one day, steal his case, and use my power to make him regret it!"
"Are you mentally ill?"
"Did you know me on the first day? When I followed him in the police academy, you must have also secretly investigated me."
Nahara Monáe sneered: "I have nothing now, I don't even know how long I can live, and I can't appear in front of him. Let's see what happened to him? It's good that I didn't kill him."
"As for his previous girlfriends, he is lucky to be alive today. He is a scumbag."
"I'm warning you not to mess around. His last girlfriend's best friend is an elite FBI investigator. If something happens to Uehara Katsumi, his ex-girlfriend will most likely ask his FBI best friend to come over and help investigate."
With a serious warning, Oikawa Kunihiko directly cut off the monitoring, cleared all data, and prevented the continued transmission of signals.
"FBI?"
Uehara Katsuki's house, on the sofa in the living room.
Her feet in short white socks were sitting cross-legged on the sofa with her legs, and her toes under the white socks were twisting subconsciously. Miwako Sato, who was holding a straw in her mouth, took a sip of Fanta. She couldn't help but be surprised when she heard this: "real or fake?"
"What I'm lying to you for is Miyano Akemi's ex-boyfriend. I asked Miyano Akemi to contact him via email, and asked him to go to Cuba to rescue the exposed Reina Mizuno as a return of favor.
"Just now, Reina Mizuno sent me a message, saying that Miyano Akemi's ex-boyfriend named Shuichi Akai has successfully rescued her in Cuba and she is safe now."
After throwing his cell phone into his girlfriend's arms, Katsumi Uehara felt a little emotional.
Needless to say, Shuichi Akai is the FBI's ace who specializes in wineries, and he was able to pinpoint the whereabouts of Belmod and Reina Mizuna so quickly.
"But, if that's the case, wouldn't Reina Minami start investigating the cause of her exposure?" Miwako Sato, who had left rows of teeth marks on the straw, held her chin in one hand, feeling a little worried.
Although the anonymous email did not explicitly ask for the reason for the exposure, she did not think that Reina Mizuno, an agent with CIA background, would stop there.
What if Edogawa Conan is found...
Uehara Katsumi didn't care about this at all: "I said I couldn't tell the reason for the exposure, and she also promised not to investigate and keep it secret, because she also knew that there were many rats in the CIA. In the case of one-way communication, she can't trust her now. A group of colleagues who are like insects.”
Do you understand the value of assassinating Castro hundreds of times but failing?
"So, what do Miyano Akemi think? Is she going to the United States to find her FBI ex-boyfriend?" Sato Miwako looked at the chat history with some curiosity.
"No, she won't go. She plans to take her younger sister to elementary school safely in Tokyo."
"?"
Sato Miwako was stunned.
What the hell? Are you really in elementary school?
"it is true."
Seeing his girlfriend's expression, Uehara Katsumi immediately understood and told him about meeting Haibara Ai at Didan Elementary School.
Of course, I skipped the part about not being a human being.
"Oh, right."
When he mentioned this, Uehara Katsuki immediately snapped his fingers, pulled out several bound reports from under the coffee table and handed them to his girlfriend. He said seriously: "I didn't even eat dinner tonight, so I wrote it all at home at once. Reports, please help me hand them over to the Memu Police Department tomorrow."
"So soon? The sun is coming out in the west?"
Miwako Sato's eyes widened in disbelief when she saw this stack of reports. She looked her boyfriend up and down as if she was possessed by an alien. She even reached out and pinched his face: "I don't have a fever, and it's not a hallucination."
"Don't look at people through colored glasses. I am the benchmark for the Metropolitan Police Department."
"Do you think I look like a fool?"
"It's quite similar, otherwise you wouldn't have been deceived by me."
"Katsumi Uehara!"
"Ah! It hurts! Let go! Let go Miwako - don't murder your husband!"
"Who is your husband!"
Miwako Sato spat with a blush on her cheeks, then reacted belatedly and immediately changed her words: "Ah no, who is my biological husband - uh, that's not right either. Forget it, I haven't agreed to marry you yet. , scumbag."
"Don't slander me. I, Uehara Katsumi, am doing the right thing."
"Last time you were hospitalized, did you think I had forgotten all those ex-girlfriends who visited you? One of the elementary school teachers came to see you late at night with a fruit basket. He had ulterior motives at first sight."
"Are you jealous?" Katsuki Uehara narrowed his eyes and smiled like a fox who stole a chicken: "Do you want to eat oranges? I guarantee that the oranges on my fruit plate will never be sour, at least they won't be as sour as that day."
The thin-skinned Miwako Sato immediately rolled her eyes at her boyfriend: "Do you know how many love-murder cases account for the many cases I have handled?"
"What percentage?" Katsumi Uehara approached his girlfriend with a playful smile and put his arm around her shoulders.
"80%."
"So much?" Katsuki Uehara raised his eyebrows: "Then will you let me join this percentage?"
Hearing this, Sato Miwako smiled slightly, raised the corners of her mouth and threatened, "What do you think?"
Set the bowl~
(End of chapter)
