Conan's corpse picker

Chapter 1292 1292 [Compassion Vodka]

Thinking about it, the Otaki Police Department couldn't help but look at Takashi Mogi, guessing what kind of background this person had, or if he was actually just a scapegoat.

Before he could observe anything, he was suddenly taken aback.

——Mogi Takashi looked at the diary blankly, and after a while, big tears suddenly welled up in his eyes.

"She, she actually trusts me so much." The young man wiped his tears with his hand, and broke down in tears in the blink of an eye. "It's all my fault, I should spend more time with her. I never thought she would forgive someone like me..."

"..." The people next to him looked at him with complicated expressions, some believed and some did not.

The Otaki Police Department asked the policeman to drive Fayue Dema into the car, looked at Takashi Mogi, and said tentatively: "Okay, I'll talk about this later, and make a record first." Or you turn yourself in by the way?
However, in the next second, Takashi Mogi cried and shook his head: "Sorry, I have something to do tonight, and I really don't have time. I will definitely go there when I have time."

With that said, he bowed politely, turned around and left from the other side.

Suzuki Sonoko obviously didn't believe Takashi Mogi's performance just now, and stared at his back with pouted lips, muttering angrily: "Can't you just catch this kind of liar?"

Otaki Police Department sighed, not very optimistic about this in his heart, but he couldn't say it directly, so he could only say: "Don't worry, we are already searching - money will not disappear out of thin air, follow the investigation, we will definitely The fraudsters can be brought to justice.”

Fayue Dema stared at the man's back, gritted his teeth: almost!It would be nice if we killed this guy first.I didn't expect to kill only one accomplice, but let the mastermind who killed Mitsuko escape... No, I can't be angry, I have to forgive, forgive like Mitsuko...

……

Takashi Mogi seemed to be calmly away from the police, and quickly walked through the exit on the other side.

When he reached the deserted street, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and sneered: Damn old woman, she still said "forgive him" in a high position, as if her forgiveness was very important.Oh, it's just a spiritual victory method of self-impression.

Speaking of which, Takashi Mogi thought to himself expectantly: In addition to these two recent entries, he can almost mention "that matter" to the president.

When Takashi Mogi was defrauding at first, he was always on tenterhooks, worried that he would be caught if he was exposed.

However, after getting acquainted with my wife's president, I didn't have so many worries—my wife's president seems to know some people who are good at money laundering. Although the commission is very high, it is much safer than other methods. Normal work pays faster.

Takashi Mogi has always wanted to get on the line with those who can handle black money, because this will save one of my wife's presidents from making money.

Now that he has finally "passed the assessment of those people", my wife and the president promised to let him chat with those people, but now, my wife and the president have been unable to get in touch.

"This guy, he must have regretted it." Takashi Mogi cursed in a low voice.

After a while, he suddenly remembered something, and murmured in his heart: Wait, judging from what the old man said just now, he seems to have killed someone.

Under the bridge, yellow hair...

Could it be that "colleague" from the housekeeping company had an accident?

What about my wife, the president? ?
With a flash of inspiration, Takashi Mogi entered the name of my wife's president on the phone, and hit the confirmation button.

The interface refreshed, and a page of news popped up, all about the murder case.The place where the crime happened was not under the bridge as he had imagined, but a sushi restaurant.Through the transparent glass door, you can see in the photo that my wife, the president, is lying on her back on the ground, motionless, dead.

"..." Takashi Mogi felt an inexplicable "thump" in his heart.

He was dazed for a moment, then suddenly remembered something, and immediately typed the names of the two colleagues.

This time, before pressing search, there was a light click in front of him.

Takashi Mogi raised his head suddenly, and found that there was a black car in front of him at some point.The back door of the black car was wide open, like a huge mouth waiting for prey.

He just felt that something was wrong, and wanted to leave this empty and deserted street quickly.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, he bumped into a person head-on.

The man was two heads taller than he was, with a broad, square jaw, a massive build, and muscles as hard as iron plates.Takashi Mogi bumped into it and bounced back, clutching his sore nose and trying to curse, but the burly man in black put his arms around his shoulders like two brothers, pushed him into the car forcefully, and followed him in.

The door clicked shut.

The man in the front seat exhaled smoke, glanced at them sullenly, and stepped on the gas pedal.

The vehicle started silently, drove away from the street, and passed by the police car heading for the police station.

Takashi Mogi was stunned, he intuitively felt something was wrong and wanted to struggle.But seeing the police car close at hand, he didn't dare to make too much noise.

When he was struggling, he found that the big man in black next to him was holding a mobile phone, comparing the information on it, and looking at him sullenly - even through the sunglasses, he could see that the expression of the man in black was somewhat Subtle sympathy, like seeing off the predecessors, or like the death of a rabbit and a fox's sorrow.

"..." Mogi Takashi was frightened by his strange appearance, and couldn't help moving away, "You, what do you want to do!?"

Vodka glanced at him and sighed silently.

He picked up the detector and scanned it, but found no transmitter or bug on Takashi Mogi.

So he straightened his face again, and said in a business-like manner: "Yes, big brother, it is him, the last person in the housekeeping company of my wife Ruzo - Takashi Mogi. He is not yet a peripheral member, but my wife Ruzo is preparing to develop him, so the financial In addition, it is precisely because an elderly person he defrauded committed suicide, and he did not dispose of that person’s diary in time, which attracted police investigation and retaliation from relevant people.”

Of course, the most unlucky thing was that Uzo discovered this, so this group of people was targeted by Uzo...

"A three-person team was ruined by such a trash... Heh, it can be seen that the three people are not much better. It's better to die early, so as not to throw it to the executive department to silence them later." Qin Jiu looked from the rearview mirror coldly Li glanced at Takashi Mogi, "It's such a simple matter of raising funds, and I chose fraud, which is the most unrecognizable high-risk operation, and it can't be done well. They deserve to be cleaned up."

"..." Takashi Mogi caught his gaze and froze in place for an instant: What organization?What group?What silence? ...He, he doesn't know anything! !He hasn't even joined this ghost thing yet, so why kill him!

But before he could retort hysterically, Gin Jiu's phone suddenly vibrated.

The sudden movement, like a basin of cold water pouring on Takashi Mogi's head, frightened him back from his brewing rebuttal.

(End of this chapter)