"Isn't he an architect?"
"It's true that he is an architect, but it is obvious that the Metropolitan Police Building also belongs to the ranks of architects."
"...I want all the details about him."
"When will you come back?"
"Around eight o'clock in the evening."
"That should be no problem."
After hanging up the phone, Pramya stood up from the sofa, raised her hand and greeted the short-haired woman sitting at the restaurant bar typing on the keyboard: "It's time for me to go back, and I'll go to my fiancé's place to check this out." Moritani Teiji.”
"Oh? Your police fiancé hasn't noticed anything is wrong with you yet?"
Hearing this, Nahara Monáe turned sideways and raised her eyebrows playfully: "These police are really the same trash as always."
"You may have some misunderstandings about me, Namo Nahara."
Pramya put on her coat without looking back and walked toward the door of the villa: "My dear fiancé is not qualified enough to see through my disguise."
Watching the woman go away, Monáe Minamihara tapped the five fingers of her right hand on the keyboard several times, and a file immediately appeared on the home page:
[Murazaka Tsutomu, male, 41 years old. A police officer from the Criminal Investigation Division of the Metropolitan Police Department retired due to injury three years ago...]
The middle-aged man with a wide chin in the photo had a serious look on his face, and there was a bit of disdain in Nahara Monáe's eyes.
She had also heard the legend about Tsutomu Muraka, who was called the "Devil Muraka" because he could not tolerate sand in his eyes. He had arrested many criminals during his tenure and was considered an elite soldier of the Metropolitan Police Department.
As a result, this devil in the village is actually going to marry a murderer who is full of crimes, tsk tsk.
Monáe Minamihara has no doubt that after Pramya completes her revenge, Tsutomu Muraka will be kicked out mercilessly by her.
Thinking about it, Nahara Monáe tapped the keyboard a few more times, and several more files jumped into her eyes——
[Miwako Sato, female, 28 years old, police officer of the Investigation Section 1 of the Criminal Division of the Metropolitan Police, her boyfriend Katsumi Uehara...]
Except for the current piece of information related to Miwako Sato, the files of the other four people were all collected by her after seeing the name Katsumi Uehara was investigating through surveillance.
Hidero Saruwatari, a 50-year-old university professor this year; Shuji Kano, a 49-year-old restaurant owner.
The 50-year-old successful entrepreneur Mitsuo Inamata; the 49-year-old housewife Kaminori Chouko.
Judging from the surveillance footage, these four people are the suspects targeted by Katsuki Uehara.
"They are all friends of Sato Miwako's father and have close ties with the Sato family. However, Sato Miwako's father died in a car accident during a pursuit eighteen years ago, and the murderer has not been found yet..."
Whispering along the train of thought in her mind, Nahara Monáe gradually tightened her left fist.
For Katsumi Uehara, she once cut off her waist-length hair. But they all have short hair, and this woman is even older than her.
No matter in appearance or figure, she is confident that she is not bad in the past, at least not any worse than this bitch man's previous girlfriends.
But, why exactly...
"Uehara, Katsumi."
………………………………………………………………
"Hey, here."
Inside the AZZURRO restaurant in Mikawa Town.
When Katsuki Uehara heard someone calling his name, he immediately put down the phone in his hand, raised his hand and greeted the direction of the sound, and a slightly thin figure immediately came into his eyes——
Wearing a lilac shirt and gray trousers, with a slicked back hairdo. The face is relatively wide, and the chin becomes sunken with age.
I have to say that this old man's appearance is indeed very distinctive. It's a bit like the Tengu mask in Katsumi Uehara's impression, especially the long nose.
"First meeting, Mr. Shuji Kano, I am Katsumi Uehara."
Facing the confused old man, Katsuki Uehara, who took the initiative to stand up and stretched out his hand to him, said with a friendly smile: "I asked the waiter in the store to inform you."
"Oh, that's it. Hello Mr. Uehara, what do you want from me?"
After carefully searching the memories in his mind, he found that no one could match the man in front of him. Kano Shuji sat directly opposite him and said in confusion.
"That's right. I know Mr. Luye that you just came back from Italy not long ago, so some things may not be clear yet."
Uehara Katsumi poured a glass of wine himself and pushed it in front of the old man, smiling: "I am Sato Miwako's boyfriend."
"?"
The old man's pupils moved slightly when he heard the name Sato Miwako: "Are you Miwako's boyfriend?"
"Yes. At the same time, I am also a police officer. Currently working in the Investigation Section 1 of the Criminal Division of the Metropolitan Police Department, with the title of police officer."
With that said, Uehara Katsumi took out his ID from his right hand and showed it in front of the old man.
The old man named Shikano Shuji's eyelids twitched slightly, and then he suppressed the sudden uneasiness in his heart: "What do you want from me, Officer Uehara?"
"For Miwako's father."
Katsuki Uehara, who always maintained his concentration, caught every microexpression on the face of the old man in front of him, and directly stated his purpose: "The death anniversary of Miwako's father is coming soon, and I want to catch the murderer before that. His prisoner died.”
"Did you kill the just criminal? Is there anything I can do to help? To be honest, I have longed for the prisoner to be arrested over the years to comfort Justice's spirit in heaven."
Shikano Shuji, who showed no emotion at all, wrinkled his nose subconsciously and said in an extremely sincere tone: "As long as I can do it, I will definitely help."
"Thank you."
Katsuki Uehara smiled politely, lowered his head and took a sip of wine: "Mr. Kano, may I ask you a question?"
"what is the problem?"
"You stayed in Italy for three years, right? Three years ago, you went to Milan alone and stayed there for three years until recently."
"……What do you mean?"
After noticing Uehara Katsumi's unabashed suspicion of him, Shikano Shuji narrowed his eyes and asked: "Are you doubting me, Uehara Police Department?"
"KAN O."
Katsuki Uehara did not answer the question directly. Instead, he took out a photo from his light green suit jacket and pushed it in front of him.
The object in the photo was an open police manual with the letters "KAN O" written on it.
"Miwako once told me the details of the case of his father's death. She said that the reason why the police could not find the culprit for so many years was because after Masayoshi Sato died, all clues that could point to the murderer were lost.
"The only things left that can help the police identify the prisoner are what Masayoshi Sato said before he died, [Shousilang], the bank video of the prisoner's initial robbery, and——
"These four letters were written in the police manual by Masayoshi Sato."
Katsuki Uehara, who was always paying attention to his expression, spoke slowly but with an extremely serious tone: "Obviously, the policeman who was in charge of this case never understood what these four letters meant. I wonder if you can, Mr. Kano, Can you help me answer it?"
ps: Yangjian!
Set the bowl~
