"What did you say? I have to go to the Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office?"
"Ah, but it's not a big problem. I just want to confirm your identity. Just tell the truth."
"Confirm my identity? What do you mean?"
"The drug dealers will definitely catch you disguised as a woman on the island to hide your identity. For safety reasons, the prosecutor needs to confirm what happened one-on-one with you."
At midnight in Tokyo, the starry sky is mesmerizingly beautiful.
Katsuki Uehara, who was leaning against the railing of the balcony of his rental apartment, was shaking a martini in his glass and laughing very lazily under the bright moonlight: "The reason why I disguised myself and sneaked into the island in order to investigate the truth about my father's death is perfectly justified. Don't worry.
, come true.”
"..."
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone——
"I understand. Thanks, Uehara."
After a long time, Aso's voice came out from the receiver of the mobile phone. He turned around and put the wine glass on the man's hand on the balcony leisure table, and then whistled like a normal person: "You're welcome, hang up, tomorrow
Remember to come to the Metropolitan Police Department to see me at nine o'clock in the morning."
"Shouldn't it be you who came to the hospital to find me? Your officer Sato's car is still parked in my parking space. Don't you want it anymore?"
"Sato has been working overtime for the past two days. When he got off work in the evening, the security guard at the hospital was probably asleep in the security booth, and he even picked up a car. I will occupy your parking space for two more days."
"...You're fucking using my parking space to pick up girls, where can I park my car?!"
"Stop talking nonsense, this is called police-citizen cooperation."
"???"
"I will apply to the Mumu Police Department for a Good Citizen Award banner for you. If you don't apply, I will pay for it and print one for you. That's it, hang up."
"Uehara you——"
Abeido Town, Asai House.
In the entrance hall, Aso Minoru, who had obviously just returned from the evening shift, stared blankly at the interface that showed the end of the call, and his full output was instantly useless.
"This bastard..."
Looking at the name noted on the communication interface, Aso Minori's complaints turned into laughter and curses, and he casually threw the key on the entrance cabinet, making a "click" sound.
Turned the corner of the entrance hall and turned on the light in the living room.
The three photo frames placed in a conspicuous position next to the TV cabinet made Aso pursed his lips, walked forward a few steps, and leaned over to pick them up.
Father, mother, sister.
Touching the mirror of the photo frame with his hand, childhood memories suddenly came to mind, and the corners of Aso's lips pursed unconsciously.
"To investigate the truth behind my father's death..."
At this point, it is no longer important whether Uehara Katsumi has found out some clues or is just pretending to be dumbfounded. What is important is that Asana used another method to get revenge——
Revenge without blood on your hands.
He can still live in the sunshine and move towards a bright future step by step.
Taking a deep breath, putting aside all the thoughts in his mind, Aso Minoru put down the photo and was about to take a shower, when he suddenly heard slight footsteps coming from the entrance -
"Brother, shush, parents are not here, right?"
The young man, who was in high spirits, held a box of chocolates with exquisite packaging tape in his hand, and he poked his head out of the entrance hall. When he saw that the person in the living room was his brother, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"What are you doing? Stealing something and sneaking into the house?" Aso Minoru looked at him and smiled.
"Don't mention it. I secretly took some of my dad's hidden private money to buy this today. Isn't this because I'm afraid of being discovered?"
The young man raised the gorgeously packaged chocolate box in his hand and said happily: "Brother, you are young and promising when you come back from Yueying Island and directly join the Miwa Central Hospital. Are there any beautiful female doctors and nurses who want to invite you to go out tomorrow?
I received invitations from three girls, three."
"Going out to play tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, isn't it? You work so hard that you even forget such a big thing?"
Perhaps the young man was too startled, his attention was all on his brother, and he didn't realize that a figure slowly walked out of the entrance behind him——
Because of the angle, Aso was reluctant to say anything, but what finally led to this was...
"I let you stinky boy steal my money! I let you stinky boy steal my money!"
Mr. Asai, who is over 50 years old this year, jumped up and kicked his own son on the butt!
"Dad?! What are you--Mom! Where are you! Dad wants to beat me! He's hiding his private money and he's going to beat me!"
"Your mother is working overtime tonight, no one can save you, you brat, stop and don't run away!"
"Brother! Save me!"
"It's such a pity. I have to go back to the room to take a shower. I'm too tired from work." Seeing the heartwarming scene of an old man and a young man playing in front of him, Aso couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, stretched his waist, waved his hands and walked up
On the second floor.
Behind the scenes is the domestic drama of old and young men chasing each other. Upstairs is a corridor that is always bright for himself. The more Aso walks, the happier he becomes. Even the wails of his younger brother being beaten are particularly pleasant and pleasant to the ear.
"Thanks, Katsuki."
The murmur that no one else can hear floats quietly into the distance with the cold wind of winter night.
Mihua Town, Sato House.
Miwako Sato, who had just finished taking a shower, wrapped her hair and walked out of the bathroom. She looked around the bathroom for a long time but could not see the hair dryer. She felt a little strange: "Mom, do you know where the hair dryer is? Mom?"
"It's in the living room, come and get it."
"Living room? What are you doing in the living room-"
Untying the dry towel and rubbing her wet hair, Miwako Sato had just stepped into the living room. When she saw her mother sitting seriously on the edge of the coffee table with four hair dryers in front of her, her confused words suddenly stopped.
The right foot he stepped forward hesitated for a moment before retracting it.
"Stop, come and sit down." The woman took out the kimono styled by the head of the Sato family and said calmly.
"Uh, no need, Mom, I suddenly remembered that my hair is short and it can dry naturally quickly without a hair dryer."
"Don't worry, mom won't force you to go out on a blind date. I've already lost that thick stack of blind dates."
Hearing this, Miwako Sato blinked, as if she still couldn't believe it: "Really?"
"Of course it's true. Come and sit down. Mom has something to ask you."
Seeing that her mother's posture didn't seem to be false, Miwako Sato felt relieved and walked to the opposite side of her mother, sitting on the floor without any image -
The corner of the bathrobe slid down as the thighs arched. Against the backdrop of the slender and powerful calves, the white and flexible toes were tapping the futon rhythmically.
"What's the matter, Mom?"
"I saw that it was Police Officer Uehara who sent you home tonight. Did he catch up with you? Is he going to spend his first Valentine's Day with you?" Sato's mother, who was very serious one second, turned out to be the same one the next.
Bi Lu, banging the table, approached his daughter with excitement and asked.
"..."
Miwako Sato, who reached out to pick a few grapes from the coffee table and stuffed them into her mouth, couldn't help but rolled her eyes: I knew it.
"I was stuck in traffic when I went out in the morning and stopped at Mihua Central Hospital. I worked overtime at night and was late. After the hospital got off work, I had to take his car back."
Pushing away her mother who was too close, Miwako Sato had a drooped face and responded feebly: "I will take time to go to the hospital at noon tomorrow and drive the car back. As for Valentine's Day, my penis is not broken yet.
.”
"What? Miwako, you can't do this. You are already 28 years old, and you are turning 30 in the blink of an eye. It is not easy to have someone like Uehara-kun——"
"Ah, that's it, Mom, I'm going back to the room."
"Oh no, why don't you kid listen to anything? You will suffer the consequences if you don't listen to the old man. When Mom was your age, you started going to kindergarten..."
Zuotou's house, which had been lonely all day, became lively again. The mother and daughter chased each other away, driving away the coldness of the night and bringing the house into the warm spring.
"Really..."
After struggling to return to her room, Sato Miwa closed the door to her daughter's room and was completely cut off from the hustle and bustle.
With her wet hair still dripping, she rubbed her hair with a dry towel. Miwako Sato walked to the window edge on pink fur and looked up at the crescent moon in the starry sky.
"Is it the eve of Valentine's Day..."
At this point, Uehara Katsumi is probably busy in some bar at the moment, preparing for the Valentine's Day that he is rumored to never miss.
"Ah sneeze!"
His body shivered from the cold, and the man who sneezed suddenly woke up from his sleep. He rubbed his nose and took a tissue to wipe his nose. Uehara Katsumi looked around him sleepily.
The nearly bottomless martini was placed on the leisure coffee table. The blanket used to keep out the cold fell under the recliner at some point. Lying on the ground with the recliner to blow the air, there was also a mobile phone with a bright screen——
The Snake game that broke the personal record has not yet exited. The interface announcing the game failure after biting its own tail is particularly clear under the moonlight.
"Are you asleep..." Uehara Katsuki bared his teeth as he rubbed his temples. He bent down to pick up the blanket and mobile phone and slowly stood up. His eyes subconsciously glanced at the balcony not far away from him, which was also occupied by people -
There are children crying for mother, and men and women in love kissing romantically under the moonlight;
A man who had just returned home from overtime was telling anecdotes to his wife on the balcony. The couple clinked glasses on the balcony and toasted to life.
Without exception, they all had their lights on.
Rubbing his eyes, Katsuki Uehara, who was wearing a blanket, yawned, turned around and pushed open the glass door of the balcony, and his hand subconsciously fell on the light switch on the wall——
"Forget it, save some electricity, the electricity bill is not cheap..."
After returning to the bedroom and touching the remote control of the air conditioner, Uehara Katsumi turned on the heater directly, fell down on the soft pillow, and fell into an unfinished dream.
The next day, Katsumi Uehara woke up from the heat.
"Damn! Was I a fool to drink martini last night? I turned on such a high temperature!"
……………………………………………………
"So, this is why you didn't have time to dry your hair so early in the morning?"
In front of Sato's house, in the sexy pink EVO, Miwako Sato got into the passenger seat and looked at the artist Katsumi Uehara, whose hair was obviously full of messy beauty. She grinned, and then quickly suppressed her smile.
"I'm here to pick you up. If you are late if I don't pick you up, you will be late." Uehara Katsumi rolled his eyes at the woman angrily, stepped on the accelerator, and drove the vehicle away slowly under the watchful eyes of Sato's mother.
"Okay, okay, thank you for your hard work. My mother specially prepared breakfast for you and put it here for you."
"Breakfast alone is not enough. You have to add dinner or midnight snack no matter what."
"I don't even know when to have dinner, maybe next time." Miwako Sato started to sigh as she said this and turned to look out the window: "The main culprit of the bomb relented and admitted that he sold some of the bombs he had on hand.
, but he does not know the true identity of the buyer."
"Businesses are communicated over the phone?" Uehara Katsumi asked as he turned the steering wheel and looked around.
"yes."
"Where are the bank accounts and mobile phone numbers?"
"I have entrusted colleagues to check, but the results may not come out so quickly."
"It looks like you'll be busier than me today."
Seeing that there was a traffic jam ahead, Uehara Katsumi decisively changed his route and walked with a smile on his face: "This Valentine's Day is in vain."
"What about you? What are your plans?"
"How about spending time with a group of drug dealers in the prosecutor's office? Is it romantic?"
Hearing this, Miwako Sato raised her eyebrows and said noncommittally, "It sounds good. At least it's much better than the ones like me who dropped bombs."
"That's far from it. Those bastards can blow my head off if they have a gun in their hands. Their attitude towards me is so enthusiastic."
Uehara Katsumi turned the steering wheel quickly and then took a detour and went straight. He whistled. From the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure standing under the three-story building marked "Moori Detective Agency" on the left front -
—
"Um?"
"Excuse me, who are you?"
Mori Detective Agency in Yoneka Town, second floor.
Even though he had already eaten breakfast, Mouri Kogoro, who had obviously not yet fully woken up from his sleep, opened the door impatiently after hearing the doorbell. His expression changed immediately when he saw a well-dressed lady in front of the door.
"Excuse me, is this the Mori Detective Agency...?"
The woman who was not very sure took a step back slightly, her expression obviously doubtful.
"Of course, I am not talented. It is the owner of this office - Detective Mouri Kogoro." Moori Kogoro quickly completed the clothing management in just one minute and performed a show comparable to that of a big man in front of the female clients who came to the door.
The "dress-up magic" of turning a living person into a living person stunned the eyes of those who came.
"Hello, my name is Miyazawa Yuka. I'm here to ask for your help in investigating the real cause of my husband's death and overturning the police's argument that he died accidentally."
The woman who recovered from her daze handed her business card to Kogoro Mori, and at the latter's invitation slowly walked into the living room and sat down.
"Hey... I'd like to take the liberty of asking Mrs. Miyazawa, who is your husband?"
"Xin, Miyazawa Nobu. He was in a car accident a month ago. He was sent to the hospital and died after resuscitation failed. The name of the surgeon at the time was Natsuki Kawazuya."
A plump young woman named Miyazawa Yuka revealed the information she knew: "I suspect that he was assassinated by the heir of the Takasugi Consortium because he has some terrible secrets."
"The heir to the Takasugi Foundation? The one who was getting married in the news recently?" Mouri Kogoro was stunned.
"Yes, that's right, it's him, Toshihiko Takasugi, the rich second generation who wants to marry the daughter of the manager of the First Investigation Division."