"Takagi, take out all the information on the serial murderers that you have investigated before. Chiba, go see how the investigation on the bank account and phone number of the bomber went;
"I'll call the forensic department to see when it will be our turn."
The Metropolitan Police Department and the Criminal Division searched the office area of the 3rd Department of Violent Crime Section 1.
Miwako Sato, who pushed the door open and walked in, gave orders vigorously. Wataru Takagi and Shinba Chiba, who had also just returned, didn't even have time to take a sip of water before they started busy again.
After taking off his suit jacket and loosening his tie, Katsumi Uehara moved his neck twice. After returning to his work station, he put his coat on the back of the chair. After freeing up his hands, he pushed the blackboard over.
"Hello? Hello. Yes, I am Miwako Sato from the Violent Crime Investigation Section 3..."
Miwako Sato, who was checking the status of the forensic doctor, was still communicating with others about the urgency of the situation. After preparing a series of things, Katsuki Uehara returned to his desk and opened the lid of the thermos cup to take a sip of moisturizer.
Soothes throat.
The sweetness of wolfberry and red dates bounced on the tip of the tongue. With his lips pursed, Katsuki Uehara pulled the chair not far from the blackboard, picked up a pen and wrote the two serial numbers "Shinkansen Bomb" and "Serial Murderer" respectively.
"I asked. The bank account and phone number are still being checked. The specific results should be available within two hours at the latest." Chiba Kazuhiro, who was the first to hang up the phone, walked back to Miwako Sato's desk and looked at
After taking a look at Katsumi Uehara who was writing on the blackboard and Sato who was still communicating with the forensic doctor, he gave his own results.
"I understand, thank you."
Miwako Sato, who also ended the call, brushed her loose hair from her forehead, her face obviously not very good-looking.
Katsuki Uehara stopped writing and glanced back: "It seems that your results are not very satisfactory."
"The forensic doctor said that our autopsy will be done in two weeks. This is the fastest possible time." Miwako Sato, who subconsciously brushed a few hairs on her forehead and put her hands on her hips, sighed, her eyes full of tears.
have no choice.
"Two weeks later? What two weeks later?" Wataru Takagi, who hurried back with a stack of documents in his arms, failed to hear what he said before and asked instinctively in confusion.
Katsuki Uehara, who was turning the pen between his fingers, shrugged: "Obviously, autopsy."
"There is nothing we can do about it. Why do we have so few forensic doctors?" Chiba Kazunobu, who took a bottle of juice from his desk and took a few sips, wiped the corners of his mouth and sighed with emotion. Japanese Forensic Medicine Practitioner
The current situation of the sparse number of investigators: "We can't just bring a forensic doctor here to help. Besides, we don't know any forensic doctors."
"Actually, it's not impossible."
Hearing this, the man who stopped turning his pen paused for a moment, and as soon as he spoke, he was immediately greeted by the gazes of three people——
"I have a friend who has a medical qualification certificate and three years of hospital work experience."
Shaking the cell phone he took out from his trousers pocket, Uehara Katsumi, who pulled up the chair and sat down, raised his eyes and looked at Sato Miwako, whose face suddenly darkened: "Are you kidding Uehara, the autopsy is a very serious matter.
Serious stuff, it-"
"This friend of mine once served as a forensic doctor on Yueying Island. He made no mistakes. Rounding it off, he should be considered rich in experience."
"once?"
She pressed her moist tongue over her slightly dry lips, placed one hand on the edge of the desk, and placed one hand on her hip. She lowered her head and looked at her: "Uehara, what we need now is an experienced forensic doctor. The autopsy results
It will directly affect our next judgment on Eucalyptus——"
"So, are you sure you want to wait for those old forensic doctors for two weeks?"
Katsuki Uehara, who was throwing his cell phone back and forth with his left and right hands, said with his mouth to the side: "Takagi and Chiba have been waiting for more than a week, but in the end they got nothing."
"..."
Miwako Sato, who was choked back to her stomach after speaking, immediately raised her eyes and glanced at Takagi and Chiba.
"Uh... I did wait for 10 days." Under the pressure of his boss's gaze, the honest Takagi Wataru opened his mouth twice, and finally confirmed the authenticity of Katsumi Uehara's words.
Chiba Kazunobu on the side did not forget to poke his head out and add: "Including today, it is already 11 days."
"3:1, you lose, Sato." Uehara Katsumi, who had already started flipping through his phone's address book, raised his left hand and held up three fingers.
"What? Wait a minute Uehara, you-"
"Hello? Chengshi? Are you interested in making some extra money after get off work today?"
With his feet hooked under the edge of Miwako Sato's desk and his upper body tactically leaning back to avoid her blocking movement, Uehara Katsumi dialed Aso Minoru's number.
"What? No, no, no, I'm not asking you to sell fish. I'm not that unreliable. I eat what I catch. What I mean is to introduce you to the work of a forensic doctor..."
Three minutes later, Katsuki Uehara hung up the phone, raised his eyes and looked at the three people's hands: "Done, the forensic autopsy problem has been solved."
Takagi and Chiba were stunned;
Miwako Sato closed her eyes and patted her forehead a few times. She couldn't say a word, and her every move was filled with regret that she couldn't stop it in time.
Takagi Wataru, who didn't know much about the professional world, asked tentatively after coming to his senses: "Uehara Criminal, your doctor friend..."
"Undergraduate degree from Dongda University of Medicine, now working at Mihua Central Hospital."
"Bachelor degree?" Chiba's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this background.
In Japan, those who can successfully get involved in the Tokyo University of Medicine at the undergraduate level and then successfully graduate are all the best among the best. It is basically impossible for such talents to condescend to become a forensic doctor.
"You can find out whatever I lie to you about." Katsuki Uehara spread his hands and said, "So, let me give you an opinion. Do I need to call and cancel the appointment now?"
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Hiss... no, I drank too much juice just now and I suddenly want to go to the toilet. Uehara, Sato, you guys talk first." Chiba Kazunobu suddenly crossed his legs, stood up from the chair, turned around and walked towards the toilet.
Go, my body is trembling with fat.
Takagi Wataru, who was in a dilemma, couldn't help but his eyes lit up when he saw this, and he hurriedly raised his feet to catch up: "Wait a minute Chiba, me too, me too, together."
"Okay Takagi, let's go together..."
"..."
The poor acting skills of the two subordinates made Miwako Sato's eyes twitch.
"So, do you want to go to the toilet?" Uehara Katsumi, who was laughing, immediately returned to a serious expression after breaking the skill, and his eyes returned to his partner who was currently authorized by Megure Thirteen.
Miwako Sato pursed her lips, put one hand on the desk, narrowed her eyes slightly and stared at the man in front of her, her gaze becoming increasingly dangerous.
"Hmm?" Katsuki Uehara shook his phone innocently.
"Listen Uehara, I should have told you when you first entered the Metropolitan Police Department a year ago that the most important thing about our police work is not to act randomly."
After looking at each other for a while, Sato Miwako slowly leaned down and pressed towards the man and said, "But it seems that you haven't listened to me at all in the past year."
As the distance between the two became closer and closer, Katsuki Uehara, who could even hear the woman's breathing, raised his eyebrows and said noncommittally: "I remember that the police manual also said that special cases can be dealt with."
"The last time." Miwako Sato raised her right hand, spread her fingers, and said seriously.
"make a deal."
Katsuki Uehara raised his hand and high-fived her.
"You can write the application yourself. I don't know your doctor friend."