Chapter 295 Sato, I want to report your father (Part 2)
Chapter 295 Sato, I want to report your father (Part 2)
Author: Jingxiadust
Chapter 295 Sato, I want to report your father (Part 2)
Sato Miwako was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head with a wry smile.
"You are right. As far as the result is concerned, it was indeed my father who was too confident and let the prisoner go. If you want to report it to the Gumeimen Police Department, I will not stop you."
"Well, let's hold a study session later. Your father's behavior may seem like loyalty, but it is actually malfeasance and should serve as a warning to all criminals."
As Komemon Shizuo said, he tilted his head and looked behind him, only to see Kano Shuuji sweating profusely and trembling all over.
"What do you think? Luye-san, does what I say make sense? This kind of ridiculous and stupid man who trusts his so-called friends should end up like this, right?"
Shizuo Komemon has already understood that Sato Miwako is not troubled by Kano Shuji, but confused by her father's choice back then.
Sato Masayoshi chose to trust his friend, but the other party was not worthy of this trust at all. Not only did he die, but he even left an unsolved case. His temporary loyalty actually hindered his official duties.
As Shizuo Fumimon just said, looking back, you will feel that Masayoshi Sato's behavior and the results he obtained are just like black humor.
Not only did it not become a good story, it was actually a bit ridiculous.
Miwako Sato had a vague expectation in her heart, hoping that her father's choice and sacrifice would be worth it.
Shizuo Komemon's words pushed Kano Shuji into a corner, and his choice determined whether Masayoshi Sato was a joke like Don Quixote.
However, reality will always deal a heavy blow to idealism. Although Kano Shuji was ridiculed and tangled by Shizuo Komemon's overt ridicule, he still remained silent in the end.
After all, just one more week would give him a new lease of life.
Eighteen years of fear and fear are about to end.
Rather than whether Masayoshi Sato is a joke, he still cares more about whether he can escape punishment and start a new life.
Sato Miwako shook her head in disappointment, and then smiled in relief.
"It seems that my father did make a wrong choice. He overestimated human nature. But it doesn't matter. I am different. I will not have any unnecessary illusions. I will only take you to court with my own hands."
"Miwako, you are a police officer, and you need to provide evidence when you speak." Kano Shuji said in a difficult voice, while pouring himself a glass of red wine, intending to relieve the thirst in his throat.
"To suddenly come to me and talk about a case that has passed the prosecution period three years ago, and to baselessly insist that I am the robber, is really disturbing."
"kan o." Sato Miwako looked at him calmly, having gotten rid of the previous turbulent emotions.
"On the way here, I confirmed with Uncle Saruwatari and the others that this is the nickname my father gave you back then.
Thanks to the Gumeimen Police Department's help in identifying the murderer as my father's friend, I immediately targeted you.
If the murderer is someone else, the prosecution period has indeed passed, but Uncle Luye, you have been to Italy for three years..."
She unhurriedly recounted today's case in detail. As she told it, Kano Shuji drank faster and faster. Soon he couldn't stand it any more. He slammed the table and interrupted Sato Miwako.
"That's it! There must be a limit to the nonsense, Miwako, I know your father's death has a great impact on you, but this is not the reason for you to slander me at will!"
"Haven't you noticed yet? Uncle Shikano, if there was no evidence, would I be here to tell you so much?" Sato Miwako said lightly.
Shikano Shuji was shocked when he heard this. At this moment, the door of the restaurant was pushed open violently.
Shiratori Rensaburo and Takagi Wataru walked in with happy faces, one carrying a duffel bag and the other holding a shotgun.
"This is an old banknote found at Kano's house. It's only part of it. The rest is in the car. It totals 550 million yen. It's not missing at all."
"There is also this shotgun locked in the safe. If the prediction is correct, it should be the one used to rob the bank."
Naturally, Kaitou Kidd helped open the safe in advance, and the service was excellent.
Shizuo Komemon took the duffel bag from Takagi Wataru's hand and opened the zipper, revealing a large pile of old 10,000-yen bills.
He picked up a pile and looked at it casually, then turned around and grabbed Shikano Shuuji's hair, slamming the latter's face on the bar. His expression was distorted by the sudden pain.
Shizuo Komemon slapped Shikano Shuuji on the face a few times with the old banknotes in his hand, and sneered:
"The amount of Shotoku Prince that has been discontinued is exactly 550 million yen, which is exactly the same as the amount that was robbed that year. How do you explain it?
You can continue to be tough, and you'd better keep tough in the interrogation room, and let me see how many punches your old face can withstand."
Miwako Sato reached out and held Shizuo Komemon's wrist, and said calmly: "Don't vent your anger on me Komemon Police Department, people like him are not worth it."
Shizuo Komemon glanced at her and saw that her expression was natural and did not seem to be forced, so he let go of Shikano Shuji.
Shikano Shuji, who had lost a small amount of his hair, struggled to lift his upper body from the counter, as if his spine had been removed. His whole body was so rickety that a man in his fifties looked like he was in his seventies or eighties.
"Please come back with us and explain it slowly. I'm ready to work overtime all night."
Miwako Sato took out the handcuffs, the rusty handcuffs left behind by her father. These handcuffs were originally supposed to be cuffed on Kano Shuji's hands, but he did not escape after all.
"...Can you let me go to the bathroom first?" Kano Shuji asked with a trembling voice.
"No, it doesn't matter if you can't help but dirty my newly repaired and refurbished car on the road. In short, I won't give you any chance to escape!" Sato Miwako said firmly.
"I know..." Luye Shuji laughed sadly and put on the handcuffs obediently.
…
Half an hour later, Komemon Shizuo and others returned to the Metropolitan Police Department. As the news spread, the incident gradually became a sensation.
An old case from eighteen years ago, the unsolved case of Masayoshi Sato, was actually solved!
For police officers engaged in criminal work, this can be regarded as a miracle!
After all, knowledgeable people know that the probability of solving an old case of this level is basically zero.
In the interrogation room, Shiratori Rensaburo was in charge of taking notes, while Sato Miwako listened with a serious face as Shikano Shuji revealed the truth of that year.
"I didn't originally want to kill the bank guard. I just warned him to get out of the way. Who knew I just hit him in the temple and killed him instantly..."
"What about my father's death? You pushed him in front of the truck at the intersection, right?" Sato Miwako's knuckles turned white, but she still remained calm.
Luye Xiuji looked complicated and shook his head, "That's not the case. In fact, it was your father who pushed me away."
"Eh?" Sato Miwako opened her eyes wide in surprise.
"At that time, your father took me back to the Metropolitan Police Department. I stood at the intersection, thinking about the days ahead, and suddenly felt an uncontrollable fear.
With a thought, I ran to the middle of the road in a daze, stood in front of the truck, and wanted to end my life directly.
As a result, your father rushed up to me and pushed me away..."
Shizuo Komemon leaned on the table in the corner and muttered in a low voice: "He is indeed a fool of the same lineage."
