Just by putting his hands behind his back and listening to the report from his subordinates, his aura of calmness and self-restraint emerged spontaneously. The unique temperament honed over decades of front-line criminal police career is what makes this man dazzling in the crowd.
Capital, the straight scar on his left eye is like a great medal to him.
Matsumoto Kiyonaga, the police officer of the 1st Investigation Division and the immediate superior of Megure Thirteen.
Perhaps Uehara Katsumi looked at him for too long. Matsumoto Kiyonaga, who waved to Takagi to stop reporting, turned his head. After seeing Sato Miwako and others appearing in front of him, a touch of softness appeared on Zhou Zheng's cheeks.
: "Are you responsible for this case, Criminal Sato?"
"Yes, management officer. This is Katsumi Uehara, who was in charge of this incident with me. He was the accomplice who captured the criminal at the Takasugi Group Building in the afternoon." Miwako Sato nodded, and brought along the handgun of the person who was walking beside her.
The knowledgeable man introduced me.
Because her father, Masayoshi Sato, was a late former detective, she was somewhat familiar to the older generation within the Investigation Division.
"Katsumi Uehara, I've heard about you and you're doing a good job."
After having the intermediary Miwako Sato as an introduction, Matsumoto Kiyonaga set his sights on this man whose appearance and figure could rival those of models.
Strictly speaking, Matsumoto Kiyonaga was not being polite when he said that he had heard of him. After all, Uehara Katsumi was somewhat famous within the Investigation Division.
Before he appeared, the entire search for the third department was the only safe area in the class that did not have professional police officers. As Japan's top second-generation rich man, Shiratori Rensaburo, when he arrived at the third department, he turned out to be a desperate man comparable to Megure Jusan.
It really shocked everyone.
Just when several other department heads were lamenting that Megure Thirteen was really lucky, Uehara Katsumi came in and very considerately helped Megure Thirteen make up for the shortcomings of not having a professional police officer under his command, so that he would not be
It makes Mumu Thirteen look too out of place among his colleagues.
But now it seems that the rumors are a little misguided.
"You rewarded me, this is what I should do."
Unsure of the purpose of this immediate boss's boss coming here at this time, Uehara Katsumi responded in a neither humble nor overbearing manner, thinking to himself.
Are you here to find someone for your daughter?
"How is the trial of the prisoner you captured, Sato?"
To the surprise of Uehara Katsumi, after a few simple exchanges, Matsumoto Kiyonaga turned his attention back to Sato Miwako, the junior: "The explosion in the restaurant called Asahiju caused a great sensation. The police
It took a lot of time and energy to suppress this matter at the level of public opinion. If another explosion occurs, the consequences will be disastrous."
"It has been determined that the prisoner still has 12 military-grade bombs in his possession. We have also determined that the phone number used to communicate with the bomber is the same as the phone number used to communicate with the prisoner we captured today."
While saying this, Miwako Sato raised her eyes to face Matsumoto Kiyonaga's gaze, and said in a strong voice: "It's Takasugi Toshihiko's number."
"There are 12 more bombs? Are you sure it was Takasugi who did it?" The expression on Matsumoto Kiyonaga's face did not change at all, and he still had a business-like attitude.
"There is no conclusive evidence yet. We are preparing to ask Takasugi Toshihiko's fiancée, your daughter, to come to the Metropolitan Police Department for questioning."
"It should be. If the matter is true and Sayuri really helped him perjury, then there is no need to take into account my feelings, just do whatever you want."
Speaking of his daughter who was about to be married, Matsumoto Kiyonaga sighed obviously, and his eyes looked a little lonely: "I am here today to tell you this. If Takasugi Toshihiko comes in my name,
Ignore the pressure on you. Do what you are supposed to do as police officers and be worthy of this police uniform, do you understand?"
"Yes, Manager!"
After everyone in the three departments agreed in unison, and after taking a last look at the blackboard with information about serial murders, Matsumoto Kiyonaga turned around and left, leaving only a promise——
"There are some things that Mu Mu can't help you with, but don't worry, I will come. There is only one thing you have to do next, catch this damn serial murderer, no matter who he is."
As the manager of the Investigation Section 1, Matsumoto Kiyonaga was able to handle significantly more pressure and responsibilities than Megure Thirteen.
At this moment, when he was expected to be promoted to the head of the Search Section 1, he risked offending his in-laws and consortium to make such a promise, which surprised Katsumi Uehara.
At first, he thought the administrator was here to make peace.
"Are you surprised?" Miwako Sato, who was watching Matsumoto Kiyoshi walk away, turned to look at her partner.
"A little bit indeed."
"Do you know where the scary scar on Administrator Matsumoto's left eye came from?"
"It shouldn't be for cutting fruit."
"Twenty years ago, Administrator Matsumoto was still working on the front line. When he was chasing a serial murderer at the dock, he left this horrific scar on his left eye."
Walking to the blackboard and knocking on the board, Miwako Sato turned her head and raised her eyebrows slightly as the sound of "Tuk Tuk" sounded: "So, do you understand why he came here?"
"Understood, let's reminisce about those years. By the way, tell us if we have any questions, we can go to him. After all, generally speaking, serial murderers have certain common principles." Glancing at the dim sky outside the window, Uehara Katsumi put forward his right hand.
Takasugi Toshihiko's photo was posted on the blackboard.
"The first half of what you said is the correct answer."
"That's not certain." Taking a few steps back to examine the new layout on the blackboard, Katsuki Uehara laughed without looking back: "Has there been any result from the investigation on the craftsmanship and materials of the metal cards?"
"They haven't responded to the letter yet. I guess it's difficult to get results in a short time. Where's your autopsy?"
"The realization of this point should have already begun, and the results will be available tomorrow morning."
"That means I can bring the car back tomorrow morning?"
"If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten about this and thought you liked sitting in my co-pilot seat."
"If you can get rid of your narcissism, I think more girls will like you."
"So, are you going to walk home from get off work tonight? Or take a taxi?" Pointing to the sky outside, Katsuki Uehara put his elbows on the blackboard frame and looked sideways at the woman who was speechless for a moment.
"……the last time."
Miwako Sato pursed her lips, raised her hand to close some of her bangs that were spread out on her forehead, raised an index finger and said sternly.
"OK, then tomorrow morning you and I will go get the autopsy results, and Takagi Chiba will bring Matsumoto Sayuri back for questioning. As for these two, stay for 24 hours." Glancing in the direction of the interrogation room, he returned
At the work station, he picked up the suit jacket that he had taken off before and threw it on the chair. Uehara Katsumi took out a box of chewing gum from his pocket, took two pieces and flew them into his mouth.
The Mitsubishi EVO, which calls itself Magenta, ejected and was gradually swallowed up by the hazy night.