"So, he doesn't know why this happened?"
Mochizuki looked at Datehang with some distress, and the latter spread his hands helplessly.
The incident happened so suddenly that the police did not get any useful clues. The only good thing is that none of the colleagues who worked with Hagiwara at the time were okay, otherwise the Metropolitan Police Department would have suffered heavy losses this time.
"Where's the ransom? There can't be any measures from above, right?"
Mochizuki looked at Memu Shisan, who was standing aside and watching the excitement. Usually, such cases were handled by the Investigation Division.
"Well, the box containing the cash was originally equipped with a locator, but the prisoner seemed to know about it in advance, and the locator was thrown away after barely functioning."
Mumu Thirteen touched his hat out of habit. Since the safety of many police officers in the Metropolitan Police Department was involved, he rushed back here immediately after the locator lost its function.
I just wanted to get some useful clues from Officer Hagiwara, but in the end, Officer Hagiwara couldn't figure out why the bomb that had stopped timing exploded suddenly, and he was only given less than five seconds to react.
"Hey, weren't you at the scene at that time? Besides, weren't you running out to catch the criminal? Did you see anyone suspicious?"
Matsuda started to twitch again, and when he caught someone, he started tearing him apart.
"Oh, I actually saw a man. He was driving a white Mazda. He looked like a foreigner from a distance. Unfortunately, the speed was too fast and I didn't catch him. How about I draw a portrait for you."
Mochizuki blinked. She really didn't pay attention to what brand of car Midorikawa Hikaru was driving, but the last time she took Toru Amuro's car home, its performance was pretty good.
Besides, this guy's features are quite obvious. In fact, the long hair of Morohoshi is quite interesting, but I really don't know these two people.
"There's no need for this. The prisoner made a phone call. He speaks fluently and has no accent. He's most likely not a foreigner."
Matsuda was a little angry at first, but he calmed down after hearing Mochizuki's description.
He quickly stopped Takagi Wataru who was about to hand over the pen. With his white Mazda and foreign appearance, this person was definitely Fukutani.
"If you have any questions, I'll be happy to answer them."
Mochizuki leaned against the glass door and looked at Matsuda and Date Hang with a smile on his face.
"You should go back to your office to recuperate. I have long heard that you were knocked down by a big octopus. It seems that you were seriously injured and there is something wrong with your eyes."
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Matsuda rubbed his hair angrily, pushed Mochizuki into the corridor, and drove out Officer Megure as well.
"Mochizuki, did Officer Matsuda and the others receive a call from the prisoner? The Metropolitan Police Department only received a threatening letter."
Mu Mu Shisan looked forward to it. As long as they leave traces, no matter how big or small, it will be helpful to them in solving the case. If they are lucky, they can follow the clues to find out the true identity of the prisoner.
"Officer Matsuda may have misremembered. It only lasted a few seconds when the bomb exploded. He had no time to answer any phone calls. Besides, he was on the phone with Officer Hagiwara at the time. How could he have received the prisoner?"
"makes sense."
Megure Thirteen sighed. Officer Matsuda was knocked unconscious by the bomb, and he also lost his rationality. It was obviously just a simple bomb threat case, why were there so many twists and turns!
Seeing that Officer Megure was deep in thought, Mochizuki immediately left quietly. He was only concentrating on fooling Matsuda and the others, but he forgot about Officer Megure beside him. If she was really asked to draw a portrait, she couldn't hand over Amuro Tohru.
In the office, Shiratori Rensaburo was pretending to clean.
There was no way that a group of people just ran in. Although everyone was very careful, some of the layout was inevitably changed. In order to prevent Mochizuki from discovering it, he could only clean the entire room.
When the position of everything is changed, the traces made by those people will naturally disappear.
"Shiratori, why haven't the new members of our department arrived yet? The new criminal police officers from the Investigation Section 1 have already started working."
Mochizuki was a little bored. If he had known it was going to be such a troublesome thing, Midorikawa Hikaru should have asked for the prisoner's face before he left. Now he wouldn't have found nothing.
"Police Department, I have talked to people from the police academy about this matter several times. According to the usual practice, they should have reported it a long time ago, but I don't know how it happened. There seems to be something wrong with the files of these two people. It is said that even The public security personnel were dispatched.”
Shiratiao was feeling guilty when he suddenly heard Mochizuki's question and quickly revealed all the information he had received.
The Metropolitan Police Department didn't know about the police dispatch. He had used his own network to get the inside information. He originally planned to wait for a new person to come and get out of these trivial matters, but he didn't expect that something like this would happen.
"Is there a problem with both?"
Mochizuki took out a small piece of bread from the drawer and spent the whole day running around. The little food she ate at home had long been of no use, and now she could only rely on bread to satisfy her hunger.
"That's not true. There seems to be no problem with one of them, but the two of them joined the company in the same batch, so neither of them has joined the company until now."
Shiratori took out an exquisite bento from his drawer and placed it in front of Mochizuki's desk. He reached out and took off the bread in her hand and threw it back into the drawer.
"For me?"
"You're welcome. I originally planned to give it to Officer Sato, but I never found a good excuse. If the police department doesn't want to eat it, they can give it to Miheko for me."
Shiratori sat back in his seat, with a somewhat lonely expression on his face. Officer Sato had almost no impression of him.
He didn't know if his persistence was right or not. Fortunately, Officer Sato didn't like anyone now, so his hope was not completely shattered yet.
"Then I'm not welcome!"
Mochizuki took out her cell phone and silently sent a text message. Miko Sato was sent outside to conduct a thorough investigation of the surrounding people and residents. She probably didn’t have much time to go back to the Metropolitan Police Department in the past few days, so she was the only one to solve this lunch. .
"Shiratori, let the colleague who has no problem report first. There have been a lot of cases in the Metropolitan Police Department recently, and we can't be idle. We'd better let him get used to it as soon as possible. Then another newcomer will be handed over to him."
Mochizuki saw a strange piece of news before she put down the phone in her hand, and her originally relaxed and carefree expression suddenly became a little serious.
She discovered more and more that the world was not simple at all, and strange things would appear.
"Police department, what's the problem? You're so anxious all of a sudden."
Shiratori was still lying on the chair in a daze, but when he saw Mochizuki's expression, he immediately stood up from his seat and became a little nervous.
"It's not surprising that they are all just based on rumors. The problem now is this little thing."
Shiratori followed Mochizuki's line of sight and found that the little octopus that had been lying dead had become active. His whole big head was resting on the edge of the crystal ball, staring at them, and his eyes kept turning. .
