Chapter 195: Don’t homeless people have human rights?

A comparison is made between the hair of Mike's son and the hair left behind by the corpse at the scene.

It was discovered that the deceased was indeed not the car owner Mike himself.

"Oh God..." Some police officers were in disbelief.

Shuji Tsushima was sitting in the director's seat and reading the autopsy report.

When he saw that the fatal injury was a wound on the head of the deceased and that there were signs of multiple blows to the head of the deceased, he held up the document and pointed to that line and asked.

"Would a normal car accident cause the deceased to be hit on the head multiple times? Then it would have to be a series of car accidents."

"And... how did the fire in that car happen? Was it really a car accident that caused the car to explode and catch fire?" The young man asked leisurely while leaning on his office chair.

"..." The policemen who were attracted looked at each other.

No one spoke up.

"...Isn't it?" someone asked.

Shuji Tsushima: ...That’s so true.

The crime detection rate in the United States should not be entirely dependent on the FBI.

The crime solving rate in Neon relies entirely on a group of detectives. Who are the detectives here in the United States?

There don’t seem to be any famous detectives...

"The fuel tank and engine of the car at the scene of the crime were not damaged, and the reason why the vehicle exploded and caught fire was because the fuel tank and engine were damaged." The black-haired boy stated expressionlessly.

"So this fire was caused by humans, not the car." He looked around at the people who had no reaction.

"Then why was this car driven away by others?" a policeman asked.

"Where is the original owner, Mr. Mike, now?"

Shuji Tsushima: Finally someone is willing to use their brains/Moved.jpg

"When I went to search the other party's wife's house before, I found that Mr. Mike bought high-priced insurance..." Tsushima Shuji stopped talking.

Let them figure out what to do next.

Shuji Tsushima: If you can’t think of such a simple reason, just don’t become a police officer.

"So... that Mr. Mike wanted to defraud his insurance company, so he found someone to kill him and pretended to be in a car accident?" the policeman thought thoughtfully.

"Is he so sure that he will succeed?" a policeman whispered.

Shuji Tsushima: I almost laughed out loud.

It seems that Mr. Mike knows the police in New York quite well.

"After all, didn't the police officers almost close this case of an accidental car accident on the spot? After finding the car owner, the insurance company learned that it could only compensate according to the contract." Shuji Tsushima said calmly.

Everyone was blushing.

Indeed, having said that...

The other party's methods are indeed very feasible.

"Then where is he now?" Although I know that the other party may be the murderer, but...

Is the person still missing?

Where to find someone?

"It seems that the next arrest mission must be handed over to the FBI." Tsushima Shuji seemed helpless.

Of course you have to leave the troublesome task of finding someone to someone else~

And it’s this kind of interstate or even cross-border search.

So the police immediately contacted the FBI.

FBI investigators rushed to the police station.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw the police officers sitting at the conference table.

As well as the young man sitting in the director's seat with his eyes closed and concentrating, and the director standing aside.

An FBI: I have seen this boy before.

I remember the way the other person vomited blood and fell into a coma when we first met.

And the other party’s detective deeds in Neon were mentioned in the subsequent investigation materials.

It seems that someone else found the murderer.

"We meet again, police officer." The young man greeted him.

Mr. FBI nodded.

"Can anyone explain the specific case to me?" He looked around at the police around him.

In the United States, he still trusts the American police more.

"...That's just the way it is."

"I don't know where Mr. Mike has fled to now..." the director introduced in a deep voice.

"In Alaska." Shuji Tsushima interjected.

"Any clues?" Mr. FBI narrowed his eyes and looked at him.

"It's God's guidance." The young man closed his eyes and spoke piously.

Mr. FBI:...

I'm talking to you about the case and you're talking about theology?

Shuji Tsushima: Do you want me to tell you that I have invaded your surveillance network?

I don’t want it~

I don’t want to be arrested by the FBI~

Hey~

Mr. FBI looked at a circle of police officers with wandering eyes.

I felt very helpless inside.

It seems that this time we have to rely on the FBI itself.

"Have you found out the identity of the deceased?" Maybe we can find clues from the identity of the other party.

"No……"

"It should be a homeless man..." a policeman whispered.

"Everyone knows how many homeless people there are in New York, but we can't find his identity at all..." He said helplessly and indifferently.

Just a bum.

No one will care if he disappears.

"May he return to the Lord." The young man prayed devoutly.

Mr. FBI didn't say anything more, picked up the information collected by the police and turned to leave.

…

Shuji Tsushima first went to pick a forest without people.

I found a very ladylike tree.

He climbed up the tree a few times, then tied the rope up and stuck his head into the circle.

Successfully hung high in the sky.

It looks like a horrific murder.

A young couple walked into the woods.

When the kiss was in full swing.

Suddenly a frightened scream came.

The two looked up and saw a figure on the tree with his head tilted, eyes wide open, tongue sticking out, and blood on his face.

"Tick-tock——"

There was even blood dripping on them under the tree.

"Oh no..."

"Oh my god..." They looked at the blood on their bodies and took two steps back in horror.

"We need to call the police," the woman said.

"No, no, no, we can't do this." The man stopped her.

"This will cause us trouble, dear." He pressed his hands on the woman's shoulders and said solemnly.

"...Then what should we do..." The woman slowly put down her phone.

The man looked at the dead man on the tree and swallowed.

He took the woman and ran out.

Tsushima Shuji immediately regained his expression after seeing that no one was around.

Showing affection in front of a lonely and suicidal person?

Ah.

He heard someone coming.

The sound of wheels rolling over leaves.

"Xiuji?"

"It's time to go back." Haruhiko Oba sat in the wheelchair and looked up at the boy hanging from the tree.

He sighed after getting no response.

He reached out to the bodyguard on the side and took away the gun from his waist.

Just shoot Tsushima Shuji.

Breaking the rope.

"Bang——" Tsushima Shuji fell to the ground.

The wheelchair stopped next to him.

"No breathing, no heartbeat..." Haruhiko Oba touched his chin in thought.

"In this case, I can only go to tonight's event by myself." He said regretfully.

"Activity?" The boy lying on the ground regained his breathing and heartbeat and sat up.

The bodyguard on the side immediately handed over the handkerchief and mirror.

"It's the activity Shuji you've always wanted to do." Haruhiko Oba smiled and said in a gentle tone.

Shuji Tsushima wiped his face, and the handkerchief was covered with blood.

"...The painter?" he asked.

Do you want to see how the other party loses and goes bankrupt?

Or try to see if you can lose everything?

So interesting~

Haruhiko Oba responded with a silent smile.

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