"Are you crazy? You still suspect that I am the murderer? Didn't I say everything that needs to be said? What else do you want me to say?"
Metropolitan Police Department, search department three, interrogation room.
The woman in a black lady's suit slapped the table angrily, and sternly questioned the two policemen in front of her who suspected that they were the murderers: "You must force me to admit that I killed my husband?"
"Calm down, calm down, please calm down Mrs. Miyazawa."
"I can't calm down!
"I spent so much time looking for so many people and even shamelessly knelt down in front of the prosecutor's office in exchange for a chance for the police to restart the investigation. In the end, the restart was a restart, but the result of your investigation was that I
kill?
"Is it me who calls "catch the thief?"
"Is it dark under my lamp?"
Miyazawa Yuka, who had no idea what kind of brain circuit this was, was filled with disappointment: "The news is right, the Tokyo police without the help of Kudo Shinichi is really terrible."
"In order to ensure that the case comes to light, the police need to consider every clue and direction that may become a breakthrough. Therefore, this is just a routine inquiry process."
Uehara Katsumi, who was sitting motionless in his chair, turned the ballpoint pen between his fingers. When he raised his eyes to look at Yuka Miyazawa who stood up out of anger, his tone was still calm: "But Mrs. Miyazawa, what you said is true.
That makes sense. Judging from the information, you and your husband do have a very good relationship.
"Then, why don't we skip this topic for now and discuss where you were when the serial murder occurred?"
"Serial murderer? Wait a minute, don't you still suspect that I killed those seven people?"
Miyazawa Yuka held her forehead, shook her head helplessly, and smiled angrily: "Do you think I, a woman, can kill seven grown men in a row?"
"It's not unusual." Uehara Katsuki shrugged, turned to Miwako Sato who was sitting next to him and pursed his lips: "Have you seen her? One can kill ten of them."
"..."
Miwako Sato, who was still recording, couldn't help but put down her pen and gave her partner a roll of her eyes: "I'm sorry, Mrs. Miyazawa, Uehara Criminal has only been in the Metropolitan Police Department for less than a year, and he is still a young man, so he spoke a bit too hastily.
"Regarding this incident, the police have actually confirmed that your husband did not die in a car accident, so we need to collect information on all the people involved in the incident from the beginning for screening."
"It must be him who killed Toshihiko Takasugi!" Miyazawa Yuka, who heard what the police said, immediately affirmed: "He was afraid that my husband would expose the secret that he wanted to poison Sayuri Matsumoto!"
"Judging from Takasugi Toshihiko's transcript, he had a sufficient alibi when your husband died in a car accident."
Putting the transcript that Megure Thirteen and Matsumoto Kiyonaga had personally written for Takasugi Toshihiko in front of the woman, Miwako Sato crossed her fingers on the table and said: "He had never even seen your husband before this. He waited until the palace
Only after the news of Zexin’s death in the car accident was confirmed did he learn that a manager in the group’s finance department had died.”
"My husband knows the secret that he wants to kill Sayuri Matsumoto. He is a murderer. How do you actually believe what a murderer says?" Yuka Miyazawa's tone was full of unspeakable incredulity: "He is still so rich, so he can do whatever he wants.
Then you can perjure yourself."
"This is true. We are also investigating why Miyazawa Nobu knew this secret. We are currently following the clues of the drug dealers you provided."
Miwako Sato nodded and affirmed her statement: "So, Mrs. Miyazawa, can you sit down and tell us your daily whereabouts in the past month? You know, the police need to investigate everything now.
Factors that may affect the direction of the situation."
After being irritated and venting for a while, Miyazawa Yuka's reason finally prevailed. She glanced at the man sitting next to Sato Miwako, who was playing with a pen with his legs crossed. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "A
My husband had an accident just a few months ago. In the first week, I spent time at the hospital, at home, at the crematorium, and at the funeral parlor. Dr. Xia Muchuan helped me a lot, and he can vouch for me."
Miwako Sato pressed down the tip of the ballpoint pen and nodded while writing: "Natsumikawa Shiya, the doctor who operated on your husband?"
"Yes, Dr. Xia Muchuan was at the scene of the car accident. He called an ambulance and went to the hospital as soon as he discovered the car accident, but in the end he was still unable to save my husband on the operating table.
"He was sorry for not being able to save my husband, but I don't blame him because I know he tried his best."
"And after that?"
"Then I made an appointment with the crematorium and funeral home with the help of Dr.
I'm looking for connections and want the police to re-investigate.
"After the funeral, the police, who re-investigated several times, told me that the results remained the same. They still found nothing unusual."
Uehara Katsuki paused in turning the pen, raised his eyes and said, "Then the long kneeling at the entrance of the Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office?"
"Yes."
"That is to say, Mrs. Miyazawa, your whereabouts in the past month have basically been at home, insurance companies, hospitals, crematoriums, funeral parlors and the Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office, right?" Miwako Sato stopped writing and asked.
"Yes, oh no, there are two more places. One is the fitness club, and the other is your Metropolitan Police Department." Yuka Miyazawa added after nodding and then shaking her head quickly.
"gym?"
"I'm a member there. How could I still have the energy to go to class after something like this happened at home, so I had no choice but to go to the club and suspend my card. Coach Kirino can vouch for this."
Miwako Sato frowned: "Keiichi Kirino?"
"Yes."
"..."
After some interrogation, Uehara Katsumi, who was watching Miyazawa Yuka being temporarily taken away by the police, turned back and looked at his partner: "Sato, do you still remember what I originally decided to go to the hospital for this morning?
"
"Xia Muchuan Zhiya?"
Miwako Sato also raised her eyes and looked at him: "How credible do you think her words are?"
"Judging from the micro-expression, she didn't lie. But from the suspect's perspective, she is still suspected of being black under the light."
"If her alibi is true, then there should be many people in these places who can testify against her." Miwako Sato raised the notebook in her hand, took out her mobile phone and was about to make a call, but found a phone call at the right time.
Called in——
"Takagi?"
"Sato Criminal, something happened at the Tokyo Red Corner Jockey Club."
Miwako Sato, whose expression suddenly became tense, asked, "Did the bomb explode?"
"No, it's not a bomb, it's a corpse."
After walking out of the racecourse stables with his nose covered, Takagi couldn't help but take a breath of fresh air: "We did not find a bomb inside the racecourse, but we found two bodies, both women.
"Judging from the information left at the scene, they should be Kirino Keiichi's wife and daughter who were kidnapped by the murderer."