The next day, Tsushima Shuji was sent to the police station by Haruhiko Oba.
Of course, it was not a ruthless act to make Tsushima Shuji stay in the station to receive an education.
He asked Tsushima Shuji to become a detective.
"This kid is a detective in Neon. If you have any cases, if you don't mind, can you take this kid with you?" Oba Haruhiko said.
"Of course, we need manpower." The director nodded seriously.
Just bring one more person.
Maybe the other party ran away when he saw the crime scene?
It’s not a strenuous task, and you can also receive an unexpected amount of funding.
Why not?
"In this case, I will let this child report every day during this period." Haruhiko Oba happily made the decision.
Shuji Tsushima’s eyes were dead.
"Please sit down, don't be too formal, New York is still very peaceful..." The director smiled kindly and tried to say some nice words to bring the relationship closer.
The phone on the table rang.
"What? A murder occurred?" His tone was incredulous.
Shuji Tsushima: I just came...
This has nothing to do with me, right?
Shuji Tsushima, who knew that in the world of science, detectives had their own Death buff, fell into thinking.
Coming so soon? At least give the director some time to prepare...
"I understand. You need to take people to maintain the scene first..." The director calmly gave the order.
"I didn't expect that you would encounter a case when you first arrived. How about we go together?" He put down the phone and asked Tsushima Shuji.
The young man nodded silently.
So the two rushed to the scene of the crime.
Police cordoned off the area.
The two of them walked straight across the cordon and went inside.
"Boss..." The police officers who saw each other greeted each other one after another.
"Boss..."
"How is the situation?" the director asked quickly.
Tsushima Shuji moved to the innermost position.
I saw a car that was burned almost out of shape, and what looked like a humanoid being in the driver's seat of the car.
Shuji Tsushima stuck his head into the car window and took a closer look.
That humanoid being was indeed a human being.
It's just that it has been burned to a high degree of carbonization, and nothing can be seen.
"Preliminary inference is that the driver accidentally hit the railing while driving, causing the car to explode and cause a fire..." A policeman reported the situation in a low voice with a pen and paper.
"So...it was an accidental death." Everyone was thoughtful.
Shuji Tsushima put on his gloves, stretched out his hand and touched the inhuman charred corpse.
"What are you doing? Don't touch..." A police officer shouted to stop him.
"It doesn't matter, that's the detective I hired." The director waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to stop him.
"Did you see anything?" he asked casually without any expectations.
It is not incomprehensible for children to be curious about these things.
It's just that the other party was not scared away by such a scene, which was a bit unexpected.
"This is murder." Shuji Tsushima said casually, observing the corpse without raising his head.
"Murder?!" The director suddenly opened his eyes wide.
They were all going to settle the case with accidental death.
This boy actually said it was murder?
"This corpse is a male." Shuji Tsushima observed the car.
"But..." He reached out and pulled out a brown mass.
"Would a normal man have such long hair?" He stretched out his hand to show everyone the hair in his hand and asked.
"Maybe the car owner is an artist?" someone asked.
"Then have you found out who the owner of the car is?" Tsushima Shuji asked calmly.
Everyone:...
"Not yet..." someone said weakly.
"Oh." Tsushima Shuji just said "oh" expressionlessly, but everyone present seemed to be humiliated.
"We will find the owner of the car soon." Someone said harshly.
"Of course I believe the police." The young man smiled and said calmly.
"The murderer will be found soon." He said.
Everyone: Ahem...
I'm a little embarrassed about what's going on.
This boy...
I don’t know if it’s for face or what.
The police acted very quickly to find the car owner's information.
The information shows that the other party is thirty-five years old, married, and has a son.
New Yorker.
In the photo, the other person has short hair.
"It's short hair." Tsushima Shuji looked at the photo and said indifferently.
Everyone:...
"Maybe... the other party has grown long hair recently? How old is the information, hahahaha..." someone forced it.
The police rushed to his wife's location.
The person who opened the door was a blond woman who looked very young.
She looked surprised when she saw the police.
"Hello, does your husband have such a car in his name?" the policeman who knocked on the door asked, holding up a photo of the vehicle in his hand.
"Yes, he does have one." The woman nodded after looking at it.
"May I ask where your husband is now?" the policeman put away the photo and asked again.
"...I don't know." The woman spread her hands and shook her head.
"In other words, he is currently missing?" the police asked.
"I think so." The woman nodded helplessly.
"Unfortunately, I want to inform you that your husband may have..." the policeman said in a serious tone.
"Oh...no...God..." The woman took two steps back and murmured in disbelief.
"We need to enter your house to investigate." The police produced a search warrant.
The woman had to open the door to let them in.
Let them rummage through the box to find it.
Shuji Tsushima took a pair of gloves from the policeman on the side and put them on.
Head straight for the cabinets and safe.
Then I found several insurance contracts in the cabinet.
"Did your husband behave strangely before he disappeared?" A policeman was talking to the woman.
"Excuse me, does your husband have long hair?" Tsushima Shuji suddenly interrupted.
"You are..." The woman looked at the young boy who didn't look that big.
Which police officer's child?
Follow him out to investigate the case at such a young age?
Although she was thinking this in her heart, she still answered.
"No, my husband has short hair." She said without hesitation.
"Then your husband is still alive." Tsushima Shuji nodded.
"What do you mean?" the woman asked doubtfully.
"You will know." The young man said politely.
In other words, he just changed from the deceased to the murderer.
"May God bless him." The woman prayed with her hands clasped and her eyes closed.
Shuji Tsushima: ...I think he should protect those who meet him.
"We need your son's hair." Tsushima Shuji looked at the motionless policeman and sighed.
No wonder the FBI is so arrogant.
It's because the local police are too weak.
"Hair? Mike, I mean my husband, what happened?" The woman pulled her son in a panic tone.
"This... we still need to keep it a secret."
The policeman hesitated for a moment.
"Will you hurt him?" The woman looked at them warily.
"No, ma'am, believe us, we very much hope that your husband is safe and sound." The policeman raised his hand and assured.
Shuji Tsushima: Yes, of course the credit goes to those who catch him alive.
If the opponent resists and is killed on the spot, there is nothing we can do.
"Please find Mike, please," the woman pleaded as police collected her son's hair.
"Please rest assured, madam." the police confirmed.
Shuji Tsushima: What a good wife.
Pity.
Even if your husband comes back alive, he will only spend the rest of his life in prison.
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