"Indeed, Chiba is right. Such a serious act of venting anger should be easy to investigate. My suggestion is to focus on investigating the relatives and servants around him. There may be surprises."
Katsuki Uehara, who was swinging his legs aside, smiled, picked up the cup, took a sip of chrysanthemum tea, and suggested.
As a popular profession for the dead in this world, "president" undoubtedly has the death star highlighted on his forehead.
Those who seek revenge, those who have grudges, those who cheat, or even those who are inappropriate.
The manner in which the presidents died is enough to fill a thick textbook on murder techniques.
And this kind of death with eighteen bullets in the body is undoubtedly a huge hatred.
"Fellow? What does this mean?"
Hearing that Katsuki Uehara, the ace of the department, would actually say such a thing, everyone including Miwako Sato looked stunned and felt puzzled.
"How should I say, as a police officer's intuition?"
Katsuki Uehara put down the cup on his hand, looked up at the time on the clock on the wall, and said with a smile: "The death of such a rich person is most likely caused by someone around him.
"For example, he fell in love with a woman, then ruined her family, and then took her in, causing her to always hold a grudge."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"You'd better go and ask for leave as soon as possible, and stop talking nonsense here." Sato Miwako helplessly held her forehead: "While the Megure Police Department hasn't left yet.
"Why, doesn't what I said make sense? Isn't this something that is very likely to happen?"
After being rejected by the suggestion, Katsuki Uehara's features twisted, his eyes were screwed up into big and small eyes, and his tone was full of disbelief: "Is it possible that you have handled so many president murder cases and you haven't even concluded them yet?"
"...I still have reports to deal with, you guys can chat."
Miwako Sato grinned, then quickly calmed down her expression. She brushed her short hair that fell to her ears with her right hand, pretending to be serious.
Rensaburo Shiratori, who was eating sushi, blinked, coughed twice, and then took a few sips of water: "I'm going to throw out the trash."
Chiba hurriedly followed: "Wait a minute, Shiratiao, I have to throw away these snack bags too, let's do it together."
Unable to get a response, Katsuki Uehara immediately turned his attention to Takagi, who looked confused——
The latter came back to his senses in an instant, scratched his temples slightly awkwardly, then decisively picked up the carton and gave him a smile: "Um, I have to deal with this case too. I wish you a happy vacation, Uehara.
"
"...???"
Seeing that Takagi, an honest man who usually obeyed him, actually rejected such a constructive suggestion of his, Katsuki Uehara's eyes suddenly widened, he looked around and then said: "No, you--"
"Okay, my dear Uehara Police Department, it's time to put away those whimsical thoughts in your head and use your injured left hand to take a leave of absence for yourself."
Seeing the core members of the three series leaving tacitly, Sato Miwako, who still couldn't hold back her laughter, stood up and came to her boyfriend——
He stretched out his hand to tidy up his collar, which was not too messy, and tightened his tie. He raised his head and looked at each other. With a smile on his lips, he said: "Just a reminder, while there are no cases now and the police department is in a good mood, if you go to apply for a vacation, it will be successful."
The rate will be very high.”
"...What you said seems to make sense." Katsuki Uehara pursed his lips without comment, glanced at his left hand that was still bandaged, and subconsciously picked his teeth with the tip of his tongue.
"uh-huh."
The sound coming from her throat rippled through the woman's smile.
Five minutes later, Mumu Shisan stamped the note.
"Thank you, Megure Police Department." Uehara Katsumi, who was very happy, stretched out his hands, took back his application form, and said with a smile.
"Okay, let's relax and have some fun."
Seeing the appearance of Deli Gan, Mu Mu Shisan raised his hand to lower the brim of his hat, suppressed the raised corners of his mouth, then raised his head, maintaining his majesty as a boss and said: "It means there have been no cases recently, otherwise you are such a fake
It will definitely not be approved.
"I heard from Sato, what kind of fan club are you going to this time? Are you going to spend three days and two nights outside? Pay attention to safety when climbing the mountain."
"okay."
"Oh, by the way, regarding Moritani Teiji, aren't you going to attend his banquet tomorrow and urge him to speed up the progress? This temporary office area is still too small and I'm not used to it."
Before Uehara Katsumi left, Megure Thirteen stopped him and gave him a casual instruction.
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"No problem, it's all done."
In Mihua Town, inside an apartment.
As soon as Pramya opened the door and walked in, she heard Oikawa Kunihiko's calm echo——
Taking a closer look, the man who arrived here at some unknown time is sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and a glass of whiskey in his hand. His expression is indifferent: "Katsumi Uehara will not have the chance to hinder us, you don't need to worry about this.
.”
"how did you do that?"
Beside the bar of T line, Nahara Monna, who was typing on the keyboard, couldn't help but narrowed her eyes when she heard the words, turned around and asked.
"As I said, I know him better than you, Nanyuan."
After taking a sip of wine, Oikawa Kunihiko reached out and threw an invitation in his pocket onto the marble surface of the bar, and chuckled: "His favorite football coach is Arsene Wenger, so he will not refuse this opportunity.
"
"Where did you get this?"
Monáe Minamihara, who is not interested in football, opened the invitation and glanced at it, puzzled.
"Of course I asked for it from others. The police network is still bad, so it's easy to check those people."
Oikawa Kunihiko, who was quite disdainful of this, sneered: "In this way, Katsumi Uehara will not be an obstacle to us."
"How is it possible? He didn't just stay for three days and two nights? At that time, we might have just stolen the bomb from the arsenal." Noticing the time on the invitation, Nahara Monáe frowned slightly.
"No, no, no, he can't stay in the mountain villa for three days and two nights. What he will really stay is another place."
Oikawa Kunihiko, who was shaking his right index finger, turned his head and glanced at Pramya who walked into the living room from the corner of his eye: "What are you doing here? Aren't you busy preparing for the wedding with your police fiance?"
"I'm just here to tell you some news. Moritani Teiji seems to have really mastered the method of getting in and out of the Toyo Gunpowder Store. I don't think you will just sit back and watch him take a share of the pie, right? Those bombs are in our pocket.
"
Pramya sat down with her waist swaying, crossed her legs gracefully, and played with the taste.
"How did he, an architect, master it?" Hearing this, Oikawa Kunihiko's eyes suddenly flashed with surprise.
"Who knows, I'm just here to give you a heads up. He will hold a banquet in his manor tomorrow. If you want to do something in his house, tomorrow is a good opportunity to sneak in."