Saburo Taguchi didn't know how he got to his residence. He only knew that he had committed a murder.
He did not dare to return to the scene to check, let alone look at the masterpiece of his madness. He only knew that before leaving, he unluckily stepped on an orange and fell to the ground. Fortunately, his gloves were not taken off at the time, and his fingerprints were not left behind.
Saburo Taguchi sat down on the tatami, which was only three and a half mats in size. He glanced at the bucket of cup noodles placed on the low coffee table and instantly became irritated.
Solidified grease was already floating on the brown soup, and black mold could even be seen growing. But this was not the reason for his irritability. What made him irritated was the IOU under his nose.
"What a damn bad luck!!"
He took out the cheapest Young Leaf cigarettes from his pocket, shook out one, lit it, and took a long sip. The intake of nicotine gradually calmed him down. What he was worried about at this stage was not the IOU, but whether the police would
I will come to investigate myself.
Saburo Taguchi was smoking while thinking about countermeasures. What should he do if the police came? He looked down at his clothes, feeling a faint sense of uneasiness in his heart. He quickly stood up and took off his coat, and walked towards the bathroom while taking it off. He had to
You need to change the clothes you wore when you committed a crime and clean them. What if there are blood stains on them that you didn’t notice?
After taking a shower, he changed into pajamas and lay down on the tatami. After watching TV for a while, Saburo Taguchi immediately felt at ease, because it had been almost three hours and the police had not come to the door yet. Most likely, they could not find out his perfect crime.
He stood up and sat cross-legged on the tatami. At this stage, he should think about how to pay off the debt he owed...or should he return to his old business of kidnapping and trafficking children?
Saburo Taguchi touched the stubble on his chin, and when he was wondering where his next target should be, he suddenly thought of Isamu Hanamori, who was beaten to death by him with a trophy. He couldn't help but frown and tried to remember, and even said to himself
He said to himself:
"Hiss... That kid seems to be from Mihua Nursery, right? Why didn't I think of it before... I can go to the nursery to pick."
He patted his thigh excitedly, and the image of a nursery emerged in his mind. There would definitely be single mothers raising children in such a large nursery. When the time comes, it would be the best of both worlds.
Less than three minutes after Saburo Taguchi was immersed in the dream of paying off the IOU, there was a knock on the door, which made him dare not daydream and get up quickly, fearing that the police were at the door, and he deliberately pretended to be impatient.
shouted:
"Who is it? You are so blind that you don't know there is a doorbell!!"
"Hello, I'm here to check the water meter. Your water meter is caught by a wheel. Can you move the car?"
Could it be that he was frightened by himself? Or that he was born to stutter.
Saburo Taguchi carefully pushed open a crack in the door and saw the tall man with his hands tangled together obediently. He couldn't help but cursed in his heart: He was tall but turned out to be a girly guy. Tsk, he was so tall and useless.
He pushed the door open directly, supporting the doorframe with one hand and flowing air:
"Boy, do you think I have a car? That belongs to the owner of the fruit shop next door. Ask him to move it."
Fujiwara Yu, who was pretending to be timid and stuttering, glanced at the dirty shoes placed at the door. It was obvious that they had not been cleaned. Even though the suspect named Saburo Taguchi in front of him had changed his clothes, the shoes were the same as those in the video.
Exactly consistent with the color.
He noticed the orange-yellow liquid stained on his shoelaces and knew that the murderer must be Saburo Taguchi.
In order to remind the two police officers hiding nearby, Fujiwara Yu had no choice but to smile and put his hands on the back of his head. On the surface, he looked embarrassed to scratch his head, but in fact he was making "OK" signs.
Witnessing Fujiwara's famous acting skills, two police officers immediately rushed out and stood in front of Fujiwara after seeing the gesture. The muzzles of their revolvers were aimed directly at Saburo Taguchi, who was about to light a cigarette, and they shouted to stop him:
"Don't move! Put your hands up!"
The cigarette that was already in his mouth fell to the ground. Saburo Taguchi never expected that something like this would happen. His eyes fell on the black-haired young man behind the two policemen. At this time, he didn't look as submissive as before, nor did he hunch his head.
Low, was staring at him with a stern face, and his ultramarine eyes were full of sullenness, as if he was silently declaring that his perfect crime had failed.
"Police, Mr. Police? Did you make a mistake? Why don't you, a good citizen like me, point a gun at me?"
The police officer snorted coldly, grabbed Saburo Taguchi's arm and pulled him out, and gave a stern warning:
"Be honest and stand next to the wall. Don't move around against the wall."
"Yes, yes, you can search whatever you want. If nothing is found, I will file a complaint against you!"
Saburo Taguchi felt a little disdainful. He had already soaked the clothes used in the crime in the washing machine. Even if the police took them back for inspection, they might not be able to find any traces.
As for the murder weapon, he had already thrown it into the river, and there was no road surveillance on that road.
When Fujiwara Yu heard his taunt, he knew that the murder weapon must not be in the house and had been disposed of. He leaned down and put on white dust-free gloves. He lifted up his shoes and saw orange peels attached to the soles, as well as a small amount of dust-contaminated pulp.
residue.
Fortunately, he didn't get rid of his shoes. People always miss the most crucial step.
He stood up and took the large evidence bag handed over by the police. After putting his shoes into the evidence bag, he said coldly:
"It won't be impossible to find it, because the key evidence is here."
Crucial...evidence?
Saburo Taguchi hadn't reacted yet, but when he saw the orange dirt on the soles of his shoes, his face became ugly. He realized that the dirt might be the orange he stepped on before leaving, and he actually forgot about this unlucky thing.
Realizing that he would be arrested if the evidence was conclusive, Saburo Taguchi, who was afraid of going to jail, knelt down and begged for mercy:
"Don't arrest me. I just want money. I don't want to kill anyone?! As long as the child obeys me, I will entrust someone to send him to a rich family. I really don't want to kill the old woman who wants to be with me."
Grab it!"
When the police officer heard these words, he couldn't hold back his anger. He resisted the idea of kicking him a few times and frowned:
"Do you think you are still speaking like a human being? Tsuda, handcuff him and take him away!"
"yes."
Officer Tsuda noticed that Fujiwara was standing still, so he asked aloud:
"Fujiwara-kun, aren't you coming with us?"
Fujiwara Yu's eyes were fixed on the small apartment where Saburo Taguchi lived. Just looking into the small room, he almost saw all the furnishings in the house.
Living in a wealthy family, he did not understand the life of running for money, but he understood that even if he was desperate, he should not commit such a dehumanizing crime. Saburo Taguchi obviously had sound limbs, but he was unwilling to work to maintain his livelihood, so he came up with the idea of trafficking.
The child's sinful thoughts led to the cruel death of the elderly and young children.
This is something he cannot tolerate and will never understand.
As a policeman, he might never be able to understand what's going on in the hearts of criminals, nor what they are thinking when they take away the lives of others... He is still able to do it even after hearing pleadings.