"Miwako, get up, get up. Uehara-kun is about to drive over. How do you look like you're still lying in bed? Seriously."
Early morning in Tokyo, the Sato House has a lot of money.
Sato's mother, who came back from outside with a vegetable basket, saw the uneaten breakfast in the kitchen. After changing her slippers at the entrance, she couldn't help but walk up to the second floor and knocked on her daughter's closed door.
"Um...Okay, Mom, please stop knocking. I'll get up right away, right now..."
In the bedroom, Miwako Sato, who had no image of a goddess, was sleepy-eyed. She struggled to get out of the bed with her right hand and grabbed the mobile phone placed on the bedside——
I looked at the time, 7:11.
"Aha..."
Scratching her messy short hair and wearing blue and white plaid pajamas, Miwako Sato couldn't help but yawned several times. She got up and checked her mailbox first.
After confirming that there was no emergency, we started cleaning up those advertising spam emails.
"Mom, is your wake-up call a little too early?"
"It's still early? Uehara-kun has to pick you up from get off work every day these days. You can't make people wait any longer, you know? You'd rather get up early, finish your meal and wait -"
"I went to brush my teeth, Mom."
"Hey, you kid, you don't listen to what mom says, do you? Let me tell you, you are quite old now. Most of mom's college classmates have become grandmothers and grandmothers, but you are the only one who still stays at home every day...
"
The bathroom door was ajar, and my mother was nagging as always.
Miwako Sato quickly became energetic after a long process of brushing her teeth and washing her face. She simply applied some cream and ignored her.
Zuo Teng's mother, who had been nagging a lot, could only sigh helplessly when she saw this: "You, you must learn to seize the opportunities in front of you, and don't wait until you lose them later to regret them."
Miwako Sato, who was changing clothes, felt very melancholy when she heard this: "Mom, you should play less mahjong with Uehara from now on."
If the beating continued, she would wonder if her mother would one day tie her up with a rope while she was sleeping and send her to someone else's door.
"That won't work. I've never met a partner with skills as good as Uehara-kun's. Let me tell you, I asked him to teach me several moves a few days ago. These days, he has dominated the entire mahjong hall.
Already."
"..."
Despite her mother's showing off and nagging, she responded word by word. After breakfast, Miwako Sato immediately jumped as if her butt was loaded with bullets when she heard the car horn coming from downstairs outside.
He stood up and said, "Mom, I'm going to work."
A beautiful middle-aged woman in a kimono stood by the window, watching with a smile on her face as her daughter ran downstairs, walked out of the house, and got into the magenta Mitsubishi EVO.
"Auntie, good morning."
Katsuki Uehara, wearing a British green suit, leaned against his car, raised his head and smiled and said hello to the woman upstairs.
"Good morning Uehara-kun, drive slowly on the road and pay attention to safety."
"no problem."
Sitting in the passenger seat, Miwako Sato has completely given up on treatment. She should not be able to shake this deep friendship for a while.
"Did you really earn your tuition to attend Keio by playing mahjong and poker?"
After Katsumi Uehara returned to the car after exchanging pleasantries with his mother, Miwako Sato, who was sending an email to Chiba and Takagi, glanced at him.
"you guess?"
"I do not guess you guess guess?"
"It's boring." Uehara Katsuki curled his lips, closed the car door and turned the key: "Have you notified Takagi and the others?"
"They've just finished the notification. They should have gone directly to Sayuri Matsumoto now. What about you, have the autopsy results been out?"
"The preliminary results are out. Narumi sent me an email. Oh, by the way, take a look at this." As he was talking, Uehara Katsumi, who was about to step on the accelerator, took a document bag from the back seat of the car and handed it over.
Arrive in front of your partner.
"What's this?"
"A clue I found last night, the seventh victim of the serial murder, that is, the truck driver, may allow us to catch the murderer."
"Suzuki Freight Company...list of ingredients and raw materials?"
"Yes, I won't go back to the Metropolitan Police Department with you after I get the autopsy results later. I need to go to Suzuki to confirm whether my idea is correct.
"If the number is correct, then there is a high possibility that the murderer took advantage of his job as a truck driver to hide the bomb in the refrigerator where the food was stored in the restaurant without being discovered. The murder should be classified as murder.
"
Uehara Katsumi, who drove straight to Mihua Central Hospital, briefly explained his conjecture last night.
If the cargo list finally found at Suzuki Freight can match the packaging bags picked up at the explosion site, then this conjecture is very likely.
This is undoubtedly a direction worth digging into, at least at this time when serial murderers are at a loss to solve the problem.
"Indeed, I hope the autopsy can also give us good news."
Looking through the comparative information and inferred handwriting that Katsuki Uehara made last night, Sato Miwako couldn't help but glance at his eyes.
……………………………………………………
"In fact, I don't know if these results are good news."
Fifteen minutes later, Mihua Central Hospital, Aso's office.
Asano in a white coat raised the papers in his hand and handed them to the man and woman in front of him: "Judging from the autopsy results, the arms and hands of the seven deceased people all had varying degrees of bruises. This shows that
They all resisted to varying degrees during their lives, but in the end they were tied up;
"Among them, the first deceased, the doctor from the neurology department of Mihua Central Hospital, had wounds on the inside of his cheek, which indicated that he had been severely slapped in the face before his death. Among the seven deceased,
He's the only one in this situation."
Following Aso Minoru's words, Uehara Katsumi and Sato Miwako, who opened the image and text materials in their hands, couldn't help but be stunned: "Slap?"
"That's right."
Aso nodded and pointed at the paper in the hands of the two men: "In addition, the preliminary toxin test showed that the blood alcohol concentration of the deceased was 0.2; moreover, I also found a small amount of moxa in the bodies of the seven deceased.
Germany and the United States exist, and the inspection results are on page seven.”
"Adme?"
Sato Miwako, who hurriedly turned to the seventh page, frowned: "What is that?"
"It's an amphetamine drug. Some models use it to help lose weight." Katsuki Uehara looked at the report in his hand and replied without looking up.
"...?"
"...?"
"What's wrong? Why are you two looking at me like this?" Katsuki Uehara looked up and suddenly found Miwako Sato and Minoru Aso looking at him. It was a bit strange: "Did I say something wrong?"
Aso glanced at his friend strangely: "In fact, the correct use of Admiral is to treat patients with ADHD, and using drugs like amphetamines to help lose weight is not a wise choice."
Uehara Katsuki immediately made a zipper gesture: "Pretend I didn't say it."
"But in this case, do these seven deceased people all have ADHD? The murderer specifically targeted people with ADHD?" Miwako Sato looked at the examination report and was very puzzled.
Asano shrugged: "Not necessarily. If amphetamine drugs are taken for a long time and overdosed, the human body is very likely to become addictive, so it will be strictly controlled."
"..."
"It seems that our seven deceased were not good people in the eyes of their relatives and friends." Katsuki Uehara's eyelids twitched, and his eyes fell on the description of the ingredients of Admeta and the blood alcohol content value on the autopsy report.
"My suggestion is that you'd better check the first deceased person. As a neurologist, he had access to such drugs. Moreover, ADHD is also within the treatment scope of neurology."
After completing the autopsy results, Aso pointed to the last page of the report: "In addition, I made a simple reconstruction of the murder weapon based on the traces of fatal injuries on the seven deceased people——
"At present, it can be preliminarily concluded that the murder weapon is an extremely narrow tetrahedron, thin at the top and thicker as it approaches the bottom. In addition, there are many glass fragments in the wound of the deceased that are difficult to detect with the naked eye, as if they were inserted along with the murder weapon.
Taken into the body.”
The two people who turned to the last page glanced at the soul painting that looked like a flattened Tokyo Tower and looked at each other. Seeing this, Aso couldn't help but coughed in embarrassment: "Ahem, in short, this is the result of the examination."
"I understand. Thank you for your help, Dr. Aso. The police will deposit the reward into the bank account you provided." Miwako Sato solemnly thanked her after closing the report.
"You're welcome, the police and citizens are cooperating." Glancing at Katsuki Uehara, who was smiling, Aso said the last half of the sentence with a particularly strong accent.
"Good brother, I invite you to go fishing on Yueying Island next time."
"roll."
Aso couldn't help but laugh and curse.
Seeing that Katsumi Uehara had such a good relationship with this man, Miwako Sato was a little curious at first, until she received a call——
"Hello? I'm Sato."
"Sato, something happened."
Mikawa Town, Sayuri Matsumoto's house.
Chiba and Shin, who were in the living room, squatted down with their general belly straightened out, picked up a metal card among the glass fragments on the floor, suppressed the shock in their hearts, and their voices were trembling.
"What? What happened Chiba?"
"Sayuri Matsumoto was kidnapped by the prisoner, and he left a card. However, compared with before, the content on the metal card was no longer the four letters "", but changed to text."
"Word?"
"right."
Chiba Kazuno swallowed hard and read the message on the card word for word——
"The ferocious beasts' eyes were red with hunger in the cheers, and the sad fighters swung their deadly spears at their companions in despair;
"Bright fireworks cheered the victors, while the lives in the cage shrank in a corner and shivered.
“Time passes and years change;
"The messenger chosen by God listened to the devout prayers and witnessed the absurd epic once again being staged in this tragic and sinful world.
“When blood accompanies salutes to awaken the dead gods, the punishment has already begun;