The handwriting is very illegible, but it does not prevent people from reading it.
Judging from the style of her writing, Miwako Sato can even imagine the murderer's unconvinced face when she wrote this sentence.
Bet on your life.
The last time I bet was on Sayuri Matsumoto and the illness of hospital patients;
This time, the bet is on the lives of Toshihiko Takasugi and Ayako Suzuki.
However, what is different from the last time is that this time the prisoner did not leave any warning message, only this one note asking to risk his life again.
"This bastard."
Miwako Sato tightened her grip on the evidence bag wrapped with the note, and her teeth itched with hatred.
This is obviously putting Katsumi Uehara on the fire.
"What about the surveillance? The surveillance showed when he left?"
"After checking, the surveillance in the apartment showed that Kirino Keiichi came home at 20:17, and then went out at 21:14, driving a black Honda car. But according to the surveillance results obtained by the Traffic Division
It shows that the license plate number of the black Honda disappeared after entering 3-chome 27, Cupido-cho.
"According to speculation, the prisoner should have changed cars. Judging from the scope of surveillance, the investigation point should be between 3-chome 27 and 6-chome 3."
"Acupido Town..."
Listening to the police officer's report, Uehara Katsumi, who was looking across the foyer and looking at the interior decoration of the apartment, frowned and turned to look at his partner: "Where is Miyazawa Yuka's address in Cupido-cho?"
"5-chome 21, I'll ask someone to come over and take a look." Miwako Sato, who understood instantly, immediately took out her mobile phone.
"Remember to ask the traffic department to check the vehicles owned by the Miyazawa family and the vehicles owned by Yuya Natsugawa."
"I see."
Miwako Sato nodded, walked aside and started making a phone call. Katsumi Uehara took the gloves handed over by the police officer and put them on, and began to look for traces of Keiichi Kirino left in the apartment.
The first thing that caught my eye was the large photo frame placed on the TV cabinet in the living room. In the photo, although they looked ordinary, they were smiling happily -
The ordinary-looking man took off his suit jacket, and his angular muscles stretched out his white shirt in his deliberately funny posture;
Next to the man, a woman in a white dress wearing a pink sun hat smiled gently. Her slender fingers gently fell on her husband's well-developed biceps. Facing the camera, her brows showed a slight smile.
The shyness that cannot be let go;
In front of these two people, a short-haired girl in her prime was sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding a glass trophy that looked somewhat similar to Tokyo Tower from the front in her hands and placing it on her head with a smile. White T-shirt denim, youthful.
.
Judging from the girl's age, this photo should have been taken five years ago, before Keiichi Kirino was imprisoned for armed fighting.
This trophy should be a prize from some competition——
?!
Uehara Katsuki's eyes were fixed, staring at the glass trophy held up to the head of the short-haired girl in the photo. Aso Minoru's words after he finished restoring the structure of the murder weapon suddenly rang in his ears——
The murder weapon was an extremely narrow tetrahedron, thin at the top and thicker toward the bottom. At the same time, there were some glass shards in the wounds of the deceased that could not be detected by the naked eye.
If I remember correctly, Aso Minoru also painted a soul painting that resembled Tokyo Tower being crushed from top to bottom.
And now...
Uehara Katsuki frowned and looked at the trophy in the photo carefully - from the front, it has the same tapered top as Tokyo Tower, and becomes more rectangular as it goes down. Unlike Tokyo Tower, it has no gaps and is directly connected to the trophy.
Base.
Although this photo angle is not very friendly to the trophy, Uehara Katsumi can also see the thickness of the side, which is an irregular tetrahedron.
Katsuki Uehara subconsciously raised his hand and gestured.
If this thing is used as a murder weapon, it should be able to invade the human body with the help of the sharp part at the top, but that would place extremely high requirements on the strength of the user and the glass material of the trophy.
However, if it is a trophy...
The man holding the photo frame raised his head and looked around the living room and dining room. There were no trophies on the cabinets, only vases and some small objects.
After bypassing the police officers who were passing by, Uehara Katsumi, who turned his head left and right to look for something, took the lead in entering the master bedroom of the apartment——
Some scattered small trophies were placed crookedly in the display cabinet next to the dressing table, as well as many medals.
Uehara Katsumi walked forward and opened the display cabinet, looking through the trophies and medals, and even found a lot of small cards with Juanxiu's handwriting——
[Dad won another prize in the competition and treated me to a big meal to celebrate.]
【Dad is so awesome!】
【Dad, cheers for the game!】
[Dad, mom and I will go to the scene to cheer you up!]
【…………】
The little love cards are full of daughters cheering for their father's games, and there are different forms of smiling faces drawn at the end of each sentence.
Katsuki Uehara rubbed the material of one of the cards and looked up at several photo frames placed on the bedside table - there were wedding photos, travel photos, and landscape photos of people and nature.
"Uehara, something is not right."
He opened the drawer of the bedside table and was looking at it. Not long after, Katsuki Uehara heard his partner's slightly anxious words in his ears.
"Did the surveillance detect the car so quickly?"
"No, it's Yuka Miyazawa. Kogoro Mouri reported that Yuka Miyazawa is missing." Miwako Sato shook her head and said solemnly: "In addition, according to the surveillance near her home, she is probably one of the murderers.
.”
"You went out at night and never came home again?"
"Yes, not only that, according to Detective Maori, there is also a plastic figure of Masked Superman placed in her living room. The glass seems to have been broken by something, and there are water stains on the floor.
"She walked out on her own and never came back, which means she was the only one who could do these things. And the time she went out was shown on the surveillance camera at 7:37 pm, which means her home was
This is the first of the three scenes to be arranged like this."
Miwako Sato frowned. After experiencing this series of events, she was a little suspicious of the former detective who had appeared at the crime scene several times: "Uehara, do you think it is possible that Kogoro Mori is also one of the suspects?"
"Him? Forget it, even if one day I kill someone, he won't kill anyone." Uehara Katsumi smiled and shook his head.
As a criminal police officer, it is normal for Miwako Sato to have this idea. It does not mean that she can get rid of all suspicion by showing off as a detective.
Who said he was Kogoro Mori?
"Moreover, yesterday was obviously the last action in their plan. It doesn't even matter if they are exposed. If Kogoro Mori is the murderer, there is no need to hide it."
Uehara Katsuki, who handed the photo frame to Sato, narrowed his eyes slightly: "But now it seems that before the bodies of Kirino Keiichi's wife and daughter were discovered, they were all using the Metropolitan Police Department to create alibi.
"The discovery of those two bodies was more like a signal to them, a signal that symbolized the end."