Okura Kazuo, thirty-three years old, is a typical person with an ordinary appearance, an ordinary mind, and an ordinary family background.
Since he didn't want to go back to Nagano Prefecture and wanted to stay in the bustling Tokyo, after saving enough money, he rented a small shop in a cheap area and sold some daily necessities, snacks, tobacco and alcohol, and there was absolutely no problem in supporting himself.
But he didn't expect that his ordinary life would be broken today.
Just when he was about to close the shop and go to the back streets to play small steel balls, a beautiful female student came to him out of breath. She opened her mouth and asked her if there was surveillance in the store. She showed joy after learning that there was surveillance.
This made Okura Kazuo even more confused.
The next time he met with female students, he brought two handsome and fashionable young men in police uniforms. It was a pity that the girl who seemed to have finally fallen in love actually had a boyfriend.
He didn't stop looking good to the other party because he felt sorry. After seeing the police, his expression became serious subconsciously. After learning that the surveillance in the store was what they needed, he cooperated very well and also asked in a low voice what happened.
Something happened.
Then I learned that the old woman who often brought her little boy here was murdered at home.
Okura Kazuo was a little confused at first, and couldn't believe that this kind of thing could happen in this ordinary small neighborhood. But the eyes they looked at the surveillance video seriously, silently warned that here was the cruel truth... His ordinary life
There seemed to be a slight disturbance, but it was the one he least wanted.
Calm days may be quite good.
While Okura Kazuo was in a daze, the beautiful female student seemed to have discovered something important. Secondly, the handsome boy turned out to be the leader of the reasoning case. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: He is really young and promising.
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"There are not so many coincidences in this world. The overlapping clues are the truth we are looking for. I think he should be the murderer we are looking for."
After hearing the profound words spoken by the young man, Okura Kazuo suddenly became curious. He stood up and stuck his head out to look at the surveillance video of the quota screen through the gap. He was stunned when he saw it.
It wasn't until he heard the voice "I'll contact the technician right now!" that he recovered, raised his hand and said:
"Well, Mr. Police Officer, I know this person."
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Maybe there are coincidences in this world, and this coincidence is leading them to the truth.
Hearing this, the police officer couldn't contain his excitement. He put his hands on the counter and said excitedly:
"Really? Do you know his name, age, where he lives?!"
Time is precious, and the key evidence they have now depends on whether the murderer is aware of it. If he cleans it up, he may not be able to arrest him - because both the police and detectives must pay attention to evidence.
Okura Kazuo did not dare to delay, and quickly recalled while saying:
"He is a regular customer during this period. He will come to buy cigarettes from me. The cheapest young leaf cigarettes cost 300 yen a pack."
"Let's talk about the important points. I don't want to know about such irrelevant topics!"
Fujiwara Yu noticed that the police officer was a little anxious. He understood that he wanted to solve the case quickly, but a nervous boss was not good for memories, so he quickly asked a leading question:
"Boss, since he came to buy cigarettes, he should have shown his driver's license, right?"
"Oh, yes, I remember his name is Saburo Taguchi. Yes, that's the right name!"
Hearing this, Fujiwara Yu already had an initial impression of the suspect Saburo Taguchi: Saburo Taguchi is a male, an adult, between 1.65 and 1.7 meters tall, thin in build, and his family's financial situation is poor.
Why did he come out with no money? Because he did not choose to go to a cigarette vending machine, which is expensive but extremely convenient and allows you to buy cigarettes without showing a driver's license. This information was learned from a smoker named Matsuda.
"It should be easy to check the name, right?" Fujiwara Yu looked at the two police officers beside him and asked aloud.
"Well, although it is a relatively common name, it can still be checked through the ID photo on the driver's license." The police officer took out his flip phone and immediately contacted the technician. While waiting, he couldn't help but anxiously pace back and forth in the canteen.
Step by step, the boss Okura Kazuo almost fainted.
Fortunately, the technicians retrieved the information database very quickly, and successfully identified a man with the same name who lives in the apartment building No. 9, 5-chome, Yoneka-cho through his driver's license. Since his appearance matched exactly, there was no mistake.
"You also come with us. This case is thanks to your help."
"Um."
After Fujiwara Yu and Miyano Akemi successfully got into the back seat of the police car, like children who were scolded by their homeroom teacher, they straightened their backs and placed their hands on their knees without daring to move. They even kept their eyes on their toes and did not dare to look to the side at all.
Move a little bit.
It's not that I feel guilty, I'm just riding in a police car, especially when encountering a red light...
The sight of passers-by peeking in from the window is really painful.
Even the two of them complained feebly in their hearts at the same time: It was outrageous that the date actually took place at the scene of the murder and in the police car.
Fujiwara Yu was somewhat fortunate that this was a secret arrest plan. Thinking on the bright side...well, at least the siren didn't sound.
After ten long minutes, the two got off the car at a speed that could be compared to Shinkansen speed. The police officer glanced at the two in surprise. If their legs hadn't been clamped, they would have really suspected that they were in a hurry to find the toilet to relieve their menstrual cramps.
question.
"Yami, why don't you go up there and go next to the police car?" Fujiwara Yu felt that there might be danger if she went up there, so it would be safer for her to stay next to the police car. Generally, prisoners would not choose to commit crimes next to the police car.
"Well, please pay attention to your safety, Fujiwara-kun."
Fujiwara Yu nodded and followed the two police officers upstairs. This apartment building was relatively old, and the leather shoes made a "squeaking" sound when stepping on the steps. It was difficult to suppress the sound of footsteps.
But it was much better to go to the corridor. The leading police officer wanted to take out the revolver in the holster, but another police officer shook his head and stopped him. There is no conclusive evidence yet, so this form is somewhat inappropriate.
"Fujiwara-kun, you are wearing plain clothes, this matter..."
"give it to me."
Fujiwara Yu knew what the police officer was thinking, and he had to say that what he did was correct, so as not to alert the enemy. So he came to the door of the suspect Saburo Taguchi in a natural manner, raised his hand and knocked on the door.
Boom, boom, boom.
After three beeps, there was movement inside, accompanied by an impatient voice:
"Who is it? You are so blind that you don't know there is a doorbell!!"
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PS: In fact, before the Taspo card appeared, that is, before 2008, Neon's ban on minors purchasing tobacco was not strict. But let me be strict in advance. You must use your driver's license to prove your identity before purchasing.