Chapter 51: The Challenge Letter to Uehara Katsumi
"No?! Does anyone care about this? This, this, this??!
!”
After all, the old arm that had been neglected for many years could not twist the young thigh. The man could only watch as the pony-tailed young man suddenly appeared and took away his beloved car in front of him——
Under the bright sky, the Mediterranean man, who was over forty years old, stood on the spot with grief and indignation. He clenched his fists and aimed at the air with a blast. His emotion was the highest in recent years.
"Hello?! Police?! I want to call the police! Someone is robbing! Robbery!
!”
Buzz!
!
At the intersection in the distance, the accelerator was suddenly pushed to its maximum value and the roar was deafening - that was a speed that the car-loving uncle had never driven in the past few years.
The refreshing ponytail tied up with leather bands fluttered high in the hunting wind.
After running a red light at an intersection and making a sharp turn, Uehara Katsumi's arm muscles suddenly swelled. The drivers behind him raised the front of their motorcycles as if they were looking at gods -
Buzz!
!
The noisy exhaust pipe was still smoking, and after a spin, the solid body barely avoided the Mercedes-Benz on the opposite side that had applied the emergency brake before landing, but the heroic man still sat firmly on the motorcycle.
"I'm sorry! If you have any damage and need to repair or repaint your car, please go directly to the Metropolitan Police Department for reimbursement!"
While pursuing the prisoner tightly, Uehara Katsumi did not forget to point out a clear path to the frightened car owners behind him.
Anyway, it wasn't his money spent, and the worst he could do was to have his wages deducted, fined, and bonused later. He was used to this stuff, and the most important thing now was to arrest people.
As long as we take the person back, everything will be easy to say.
And now it seems that the prisoner's motorcycle driving skills are obviously not as high as his, so he can hit the road and push the accelerator to the maximum level.
"You can't run away."
Katsuki Uehara, who was slightly leaning over, clamped his thighs slightly towards the body of the motorcycle. He turned at a rapid speed without slowing down, and soon closed the distance between him and the prisoner, gradually catching up to him.
The prisoner, who had obviously noticed this, was obviously a little nervous. He controlled the motorcycle's faucet with one hand and reached into his arms with the other hand as if he was groping for something.
Upon seeing this, Katsumi Uehara's eyes narrowed, and he took out the handcuffs he carried with him with his right hand. He saw the right moment and threw it directly towards the rear wheel of the prisoner's motorcycle!
——?!
The momentary imbalance of the rear wheel became the trigger for the car to lose control. The prisoner who was controlling the car with one hand widened his eyes. The next second, he and the car overturned!
boom!
The goggles on the helmet instantly cracked with dense lines. The prisoner, who rolled seven or eight times on the asphalt road, struggled to stand up, but was unable to get up again. He could only watch Katsumi Uehara stop the car and walk towards him. Come in steps.
"Show me who you are."
The damaged helmet was taken off, revealing the cheek of a man about thirty years old.
Very ordinary public appearance.
However, after it became clear that he was caught, he simply closed his eyes and said nothing.
After silently disarming, Katsuki Uehara knelt down, searched for a while, and pressed the redial button on Takasugi's cell phone he brought out, but not even a single incoming call reminder sounded on the prisoner's body.
"..."
Although he had been mentally prepared for this, Uehara Katsumi still sighed.
I know it's not that simple.
"Sato, drive over here and we've caught him. In addition, everyone from Takasugi Toshihiko's side has also been brought to the police station. This case is not over yet."
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"The results of the fingerprint comparison are out. The prisoner you arrested is exactly thirty years old this year. He is from Aipido Town and is a fitness club instructor. He was arrested for armed fighting five years ago."
An hour later, the Metropolitan Police searched the office area of the 3rd Department of Violent Crime Section 1.
Kazunobu Chiba, who came with the fingerprint comparison results, handed the report in his hand to Miwako Sato who was talking to Katsumi Uehara in front of the blackboard.
"Armed fighting? Five years ago?" Miwako Sato, who thought she was a notorious villain, frowned.
"Based on the information, except for an unexpected conflict five years ago, this person has a very clean background. He doesn't look like someone who will become a crazy killer at all."
Qianye Heshen spread his hands and indicated that this was all he could find.
"Not only that, this guy seems to be trying to repay the sins he committed during the conflict by donating half of his annual income to charity every year after he is released from prison."
On the other side, Takagi Wataru, who also walked over with a document, handed it to Uehara Katsumi, who opened it at will, and what he saw was full of donation records and details.
"What?"
Miwako Sato, who was looking through the information at hand, couldn't hide the disbelief on her face when she heard this: "Wait a minute, Takagi, Chiba, do you two mean that the prisoner Uehara captured now is a good person?"
"If the information is correct, at least it was before today." Chiba Kazunobu and Takagi Wataru nodded in unison: "How are your records?"
"Detective Mori and his colleagues have finished their work and confirmed that he was indeed entrusted by someone to appear in the Takasugi Group. However, because Toshihiko Takasugi's group lawyer came over, we couldn't ask anything at all.
"As for this great philanthropist, he still didn't say a word, and didn't even drink." Uehara Katsumi, who had not discovered anything famous, threw the information on his desk and added some more words with one hand on his hips.
on the blackboard.
Next to the original "serial murderers" and "Shinkansen explosions", there is now another question mark "Miyazawa Nobu died in a car accident".
"I asked my colleague in charge of Miyazawa Shinichi to compare again, and the result was quite unexpected."
Katsuki Uehara picked up the pen and drew a circle on each of the names of the seven deceased people in the tree diagram below "Serial Murderer": "There is a problem with the soft decoration project that was checked correctly before. Guess what is missing?
"The fish tank, the fish tank used by the murderer to hold the deceased."
"Now we suspect that the beginning of this serial murder may be related to the death of Nobu Miyazawa in a car accident, so after reporting it to the Megure Police Department, we decided to investigate these three cases together, starting with Nobu Miyazawa at the beginning
.”
Miwako Sato, who took over the conversation, circled the name "Nobu Miyazawa" with a heavy stroke, and said in a deep voice: "Also, because Detective Mori was also involved in the Miyazawa Nobu case, so in
With permission from the Mumu Police Department, he will assist us in the investigation."
"Detective Mori?" Takagi and Chiba were stunned upon hearing this.
The two of them were not very familiar with this name, but when they heard Detective, they instinctively thought of the high school detective Kudo Shinichi who was hailed as the "Savior of the Japanese Police" by the outside media.
"Where is the Memu Police Department? Are you still in the hospital?"
"It is said that the Shiratori family is under great pressure to solve the case, and the police department is still negotiating with them about the situation." Sato Miwako pursed her lips and sighed.
Fortunately, Katsumi Uehara arrested a person who should be the prisoner's accomplice, otherwise the Megure Police Department would probably have even less confidence to withstand the pressure.
Thinking of this, Sato Miwako couldn't help but glance at her partner who had become unnecessarily silent since the arrest.
He was spinning the pen in his hand and chewing gum in his mouth; his face showed no trace of frivolity, and he couldn't be more serious.
"Any ideas, Uehara?"
"Not yet, I just feel a little strange. Why did the murderer deliberately make that phone call? Wasn't it clear that he wanted us to catch this accomplice?"
"Perhaps the murderer thought his accomplices could escape?"
"No, every step the murderer has taken so far has been very rational, and even every step has a strong purpose, so he will never make such a possible judgment.
"Moreover, if I were this prisoner, then in a situation like today, I could have installed a micro bug or surveillance probe in Takasugi Toshihiko's office instead of actually sending someone to sit in the monitoring room. Looking back now, this is simply ridiculous.
It’s like the murderer is deliberately letting me catch someone.”
Katsuki Uehara shook his head, pointed at the names and photos on the blackboard with the tip of his pen, and narrowed his eyes slightly, lost in thought. As he was thinking, he suddenly heard a shout in his ears——
"Whose fax is it? Why did someone suddenly fax it?"
"It can't be mine, right? Look at what it's about."
"Let me take a look. Dear Police Officer Uehara, hello——"
The voice of the police officer who was reading the fax stopped suddenly, and Katsumi Uehara, who was in front of the blackboard, turned his head violently.
"Ue...Uehara, this seems to be a...challenge for you?"