Under the colorful neon lights, the pink Mitsubishi EVO and the bright red Mazda were speeding on the suburban roads far away from the city. The roaring engines looked like they were speeding. Some people thought it was some kind of racing competition.
After nearly two hours of journey, the two cars made a drifting stop outside the gate of a racecourse where many police cars were parked and fell into the planned parking space.
A man and a woman stepped out of their respective cars, their faces slightly hazy in the moonlight.
The Tokyo Red Corner Jockey Club is one of the strong contenders for major horse racing championships in Tokyo and even in Japan. In a suburb outside Okuho-cho, Tokyo, they also have a racecourse named after the club's head office -
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Hongjiao Trading Racecourse.
"Metropolitan Police Department, Violent Crime Series 3, Miwako Sato."
"Katsumi Uehara."
After showing their IDs, the two men picked up the cordon and walked into the brightly lit racecourse under the watch of police officers from the Okuho Police Station.
The police officers walking back and forth were extremely noisy in the secluded racecourse. Takagi, who was communicating with the person in charge of the Okuho Police Station, heard the movement behind him. He turned around and saw the person coming and hurriedly raised his hand to greet him: "Sato Criminal, Uehara.
Criminal, this way."
"Takagi, how is the situation at the scene?"
Miwako Sato, who was wearing gloves, immediately looked past the police officers and glanced at the stables where the cordon was set up not far away.
"There are only two deceased persons, Mrs. Kirino and her daughter, and the rest are the dead horses."
Uehara Katsuki, who also took the gloves and put them on, frowned: "Dead horses?"
"I asked the staff. This area houses horses that have been retired from the competition and are near the end of their lifespan." Takagi opened the small book and told the situation he asked about: "Responsible
The person in this area is one of the victims of the serial murder."
"What's going on with these two corpses? Didn't you check this place before when you were investigating serial murders?" Looking at the two corpses, one large and one small, that had been carried out by the staff of the Forensics Section, Miwako Sato asked.
He covered his nose with his hand, frowned, walked forward and squatted down, stretched out his hand and lifted up a corner of the white cloth——
The wet sores on the corpse can still attract many flies to circle under the light.
"Shiratori and I checked here, but we didn't expect that there was a secret room hidden under the stable. The explosive ordnance disposal board discovered anomalies under the stable while checking for bombs on the carpet. After confirming that there was no bomb, they smashed open the room.
Secret room."
While Miwako Sato was looking at the general appearance of the two corpses, one large and one small, Wataru Takagi led Katsumi Uehara into the stables that still smelled bad.
Not far behind the buttocks of the two groups of old horses that were eating, there was a passage that could accommodate adults of normal size.
Squatting down on the front and rear legs together with Takagi, a not-so-large space immediately came into view by Uehara Katsumi——
The strong smell of formalin instantly filled his nose.
"These two fish tanks, the two corpses have been soaked in them."
Takagi Wataru, who was squatting on the ground and lightly fanning the tip of his nose with his right hand, knocked on the fish tank filled with liquid next to him.
"This material looks a bit old, has it been changed?" Katsumi Uehara, who was also squatting, asked with a frown as he touched the dust on the load-bearing beam above his head.
"Yes, the stables with old horses nearby are all renovated, and the contractor is Takasugi Construction."
Uehara Katsumi nodded and continued to look at the small space. The two fish tanks almost occupied most of the area, leaving only space for about two or three adults of normal size to squat.
"Where's the surveillance at the racecourse?"
"It's blank. Shiratori Criminal Investigation and I investigated the serial murder case before. It must have been cleared manually."
"This bastard really knows how to find a place."
Slowly moving to the entrance of the passage, and then standing up, Katsuki Uehara clapped his hands as he jumped out of the stable with his hands on the floor. The two old horses eating dinner in the trough beside him couldn't help but turn their heads when they heard the noise.
I came to look at it and snorted a little.
She seemed to be dissatisfied with him interrupting her eating.
"Beasts are beasts, and if people still eat so happily even after they are dead, they will eventually die from exhaustion."
Glancing at the food in the two horses' troughs, Katsuki Uehara slapped the palm of his right hand to the tip of his nose. He walked out with his feet raised and passed by the two horses while muttering something special.
"Sato, how are you doing?"
"It should be the same person as the serial murderer. Look here, Uehara." Outside the stable, Miwako Sato opened the white cloth and pointed at the upper bodies of the two corpses of an adult woman and a minor woman——
They are almost identical to the wounds on the seven victims of serial murders.
However, the wound on the adult woman was on the back, while the wound on the minor female, who should be around sixteen or seventeen years old, was on the chest.
"Call Kirino Keiichi."
After looking through it, the sullen Uehara Katsuki sighed and covered it with the white cloth again. While standing up, he waved his hand above his head to drive away the annoying flies and said: "The sores on these two people.
what's going on?"
"Not sure."
Miwako Sato, who also stood up, sighed: "We don't know the time of death. If he has been dead for too long, it will be difficult to find anything valuable in the autopsy."
The corpses of serial killers were discovered and the police collected one on the spot. Although they were queuing up for autopsy, there was still a place to preserve the corpses, but these two...
"There's nothing you can do about it. No matter whether it works or not, you have to try it."
Katsuki Uehara took out his cell phone and pulled out Aso Minoru's number: "Remember to give me more money when the time comes."
"Um."
Miwako Sato nodded, and while he was on the phone, he looked around, pursed his lips, and his thoughts became more and more complicated——
Ring ring ring!
"Hello? I'm Sato."
"Both Sato, Suzuki Power Plant and Suzuki Fund have discovered bombs, and there are currently dedicated personnel to eliminate them."
Chiba and Nobutsuchi, who followed Megure 13 and led the team to Suzuki, knew.
"Is it the same type of bomb?"
"Yes, where are you?"
"The deceased found at the racecourse identified Kirino Keiichi's wife and daughter who were previously kidnapped. Judging from the situation at the scene, they should have died on the day they were kidnapped. The specific situation will have to wait and see the results.
"In addition, there was a considerable amount of formalin at the scene, which was used by the prisoners to preserve the bodies."
"Formalin?"
"That's right, Uehara and I are now preparing to go to Rice Flower Central Hospital." Miwako Sato took a deep breath and said in a serious voice: "There is a doctor we need to contact."
"Doctor? Who?"
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"Xia Muchuan stops."
"Xia Muchuan Zhiye? Are you sure?"
9:30 pm, Mihua Central Hospital.
Aso Minoru, who was walking side by side with her friend in the corridor, was obviously surprised when she heard this.
"Have you heard of him?"
"Of course, the superstar of the emergency center has saved many lives with his superb medical skills. The trophies, medals and certificates he has won can have a separate exhibition room. Many nurses in the hospital like him.
"Did you make something wrong? How could such a person be a murderer?"
"It's not a murderer, it's just a routine investigation." Uehara Katsumi corrected his wording.
Aso shrugged: "You are the police, you have the final say."
"Have you heard anything about him?"
"Famous? Does romanticism count? He is quite popular with women. He is handsome and rich, and he is still very young, only 34 years old. He also pays great attention to the maintenance of his body. His muscles are well-toned, tsk tsk."
"Okay, thank you. I'll go meet Zuotou first, and I'll leave the body to you."
"ok."
Aso Michiru, who made an OK gesture and put his hands in his pockets, watched his friend leave before turning to open the door.
A few minutes later, Katsumi Uehara, who met Miwako Sato, took the lead in telling the information he learned:
"Xia Muchuan Zhiye, 34 years old, an ace in the emergency department, has a history of affairs."
"It happens that he is on duty tonight and is waiting for us in the office." Miwako Sato raised her cell phone and pointed to Building 4, where the emergency rescue center is located.