How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police
Chapter 43: The Eight Hundred Eight Bridges Murder Case 4
At eight o'clock in the evening, the Osaka Police Station was still brightly lit.
This serial murder case has been going on for nearly a month, and it still remains unsolved. The media is eyeing it, the public is worried, and the Osaka Police Station is under great pressure.
Don't say that these policemen are working overtime, they almost eat and drink here. Now that there is a clear direction for the investigation, they are rushing forward one by one as if they were beaten with blood.
It's time for the two girls to go home, and it's time to go back to the hotel.
Under the stalking, Conan finally got the opportunity to stay at the police station with Hattori instead of going back to the hotel early to sleep with Maurilan.
Xin Haikong still carried damp water vapor on his body, and the temperature dropped quickly at night.
He walked quickly to the search class, and Murakami followed him.
"Officer Shinkai!" Hattori waved to him excitedly after seeing him from a distance.
"Look at the latest information we found," Hattori said excitedly, pointing to a pile of documents on the table, "Guess what?"
"Have you found the information of the deceased?"
"It's exactly as you guessed! We found in the record book of the Association of Social Affairs that the art club of Kaifang Academy was founded thirteen years ago, and the first president who founded this club was the deceased in the second case, Saku. Jin Renmei."
"I found two people, not bad." Xin Haikong took off his heavy coat, pulled out the chair and sat down.
"Sakutsu Hitomi's family conditions are indeed the most outstanding of the four dead," the Otaki Police Department explained.
"We just found out that before she entered the junior high school, her family was very wealthy, and there were people in the political and business circles. She grew up in Tokyo since she was a child, and after the junior high school, her family slowly declined, and the family moved to Kanagawa Prefecture. . So we haven't investigated her connection with the other deceased before."
"Just now we called Sakutsu Hitomi's parents, and after repeated inquiries, the other party finally admitted that his daughter had indeed studied at Kaifang Academy, but she only stayed for a month and then quickly moved away."
"Have you asked them why they deleted their student records?"
"They said they didn't know, they didn't delete the student records." Otaki Police Department helplessly spread its hands. "Her parents are both lawyers. No matter how many words she asks, she won't be able to ask a single one of them. It's just those few words."
"I don't know, don't remember, don't remember."
Xin Haikong was full of anger just listening to the retelling of the Otaki Police Department, "I hate dealing with the most slippery lawyers, and they refused to cooperate with the investigation even in the death of their own daughter."
"I'm not sure about this kind of thing. Maybe in the eyes of people like them, reputation is more important than life and death." Amuro said coldly as he sat aside.
"Indeed, there might be a reason for such a neat and tidy transfer back then."
"What about the other dead? Didn't find any information about them?"
"Of course not. We found the art club of Kaifang Academy and found out that they moved a new club activity room about five years ago, along with the expansion of the entire school. The original club activity room of the Art Club was in the old school building. The works and materials inside are well preserved.”
"We rummaged inside for hours, and the paintings of the four deceased were all there!"
Although it was the result that had been predicted for a long time, Xin Haikong still looked shocked.
His voice trembled deliberately, "Have you done a handwriting comparison? Can you completely rule out the same name and surname?"
"The handwriting comparison is basically the same. It can be confirmed that those paintings are from the hands of the dead." The Otaki Police Department added.
"Common ground found."
Thirteen years ago, there was a case in the art club of Osaka Kaifang Academy. The people involved in the case include four deceased people, who should have been freshmen at the time.
After the incident, the four deceased people transferred schools one after another, and the school records for just one month were completely erased.
They went their separate ways in life and grew into outstanding talents.
The original painter, art teacher, interior designer, clerk, except Aihara Noriko, the other three girls are still waving their brushes and showing their talents.
Thirteen years later, for various reasons, they returned to the city of Osaka and withered here.
"Looks like revenge."
"Will it be campus bullying, and the victim or the victim's family will retaliate?" Amuro put forward a hypothesis.
"Very likely" Shinkai unfolded a map of Osaka on the table.
"I visited one of the crime sites with Murakami. Considering the speed of the water at the time and the length of time of death, it was definitely not the place where the deceased fell into the water."
"That's for sure." Hattori nodded in approval. "The place where the body was thrown should be traced upstream of the place where it was found. We just discussed this issue."
"The corpses on the Dachuan River should have been thrown at the Dachuan Bridge or even further up."
"Well, I have studied these rivers, and the Dachuan River is the fastest among them. It is indeed possible that the body will be thrown at the Dachuan Bridge."
Xin Haikong took out a red pen and circled the four crime sites on the map, and then circled several bridges upstream of the crime sites.
"According to the water speed, time, and the difficulty of throwing the corpse upside down, we can basically determine these possible throwing locations."
After finishing the painting, Xin Haikong stood up straight.
"What do you think this picture looks like?"
On the large desk, the paper map was spread out flat, and the four key nodes were drawn with red circles, surrounding the entire downtown of Osaka.
"If you look at it with the river, it looks like a rhombus?" Hattori turned around the table.
"Complete rhombus."
Amuro narrowed his eyes.
"Then isn't he finished? The shape is closed."
The rivers of the four death sites are perfectly connected, and the sense of harmony makes people always have the illusion that everything has ended.
"how come?"
Xin Haikong looked up at Amuro, "It's best not to make such guesses lightly. Before the police have concrete evidence, anything can happen."
His eyes briefly stayed on Shinsaibashi in the middle of the map, but he didn't draw that place with a pen.
If the red line on the map is abstracted, Shinsaibashi should be in the middle of it. What a coincidence.
As a large business district in the center of Osaka, Shinsaibashi is more commonly known as a commercial street, but in fact there is also a bridge on this street.
"It's a ceremonial revenge."
Well, who knows, one more.
Not sure what role he played in this story.
Behind him, Murakami barely stood up straight, looking at the ground weakly, his back covered in cold sweat.
·
"That is to say, we need to check all the students in Aihara Noriko's class one by one, especially those who joined the art club." Hattori interrupted the originally stagnant atmosphere.
"Well, maybe we should focus on those who died unnaturally? If we limit the time to just one month after the start of school, we should be able to narrow the scope to a very small extent."
"If that's the case, how long will it take for the results of the investigation to come out?" Xin Haikong glanced at the Otaki Police Department.
The other party said happily: "All members of the search section are working overtime tonight, and the results should be available tomorrow morning."
"Then the art club has pushed it to the end." Hattori sat down in frustration. "Can I go to Aihara-sensei? We may be able to start from him and find the reason for the deceased to transfer schools. After all, among the four deceased, only Aihara-sensei is still in Tokyo."
"It shouldn't be possible. If Aihara wanted to say it, he had already said it when he was at the police station. The other party has made it clear that he does not want to say it."
"Officer Xinhai! Where is Shanrun Travel Service? Are there any new clues?"
Xin Haikong seemed to be reminded all at once, wrote down a string of addresses and contact information on a blank piece of paper, and handed it to Otaki.
"Otaki Police Department, please help me check this address."
The investigation address could not be simpler for the police. The whole process took less than a minute, and the Otaki Police Department soon returned with the results.
"The person registered at this address is Onozawaen, and this is the phone number."
Onozawa Garden?
It's a very familiar name, as if I've only seen it not long ago.
"Officer Xinhai, what's wrong with this address?"
what! The girl at the front desk has a name tag on her collar.
Onozawa Garden, or Hirota?
"Otaki Police Department, I need a more detailed report, please print the details to me. Also, does Onozawa Garden have any male relatives?"
Otaki was a little embarrassed because he hurried over, and quickly added:
"Her parents passed away two years ago, leaving only one uncle, Hirota Longye."
Hirota Longya, the manager he met when he went to Shanrun Travel Agency this afternoon. All the winning tickets were sent by him, wouldn't he know where his niece lived?
In the afternoon, when he asked Hirota if there were any local winners in Osaka, the other party had such an indifferent expression. After knowing that their niece is greedy for petty benefits, normal people should not be indifferent no matter how they view this matter?
Wait, the memory in his mind suddenly materialized the bunch of white chrysanthemums in a vase by the window. The immature chrysanthemums were bathed in the mild sunlight that poured through the glass windows, and the white petals also had dewdrops.
The clues are all connected in series, and the murderer is Hirota Longya.
"It's time to arrest people."
"Hi! Ah???" Otaki Police Department looked at Xin Haikong in confusion.
"New Sea Police?"
"Officer Xinhai, did you find anything?"
Shinkai and Air stood up and faced the Otaki Police Department.
"You don't have to work overtime in the search class. Go directly to see if Guangtian Long has any sons or daughters."
On the other side, Hattori Heiji, who had unknowingly been lying beside the computer, stuck his head out from behind the cumbersome display, and said solemnly:
"Hirota Long Ye, he once had a daughter who stumbled into the water at the age of thirteen and died."
·
Almost all of the search section was dispatched to arrest Hirota Ryue, and the few who couldn't hold it stayed in the dormitory of the police station to rest.
The police station is very considerate to prepare temporary dormitories for Shinkai, Murakami, Amuro and even Conan Kimono.
Xin Haikong has been busy from morning till night today, and has been turning around non-stop, and now he is not following along to arrest people.
Now he just wants to go back to the temporary dormitory assigned to him and sleep in it in the dark.
Every time there is a big case, why do you always have to stay up late? Really!
But Murakami still pulled him by the hem of his shirt and prevented him from leaving.
He asked in a low voice, "Officer Xinhai, you said you would help me..."
Xin Haikong turned back, the corners of his mouth flattened, a little impatient.
"Didn't I help you? The murderer is about to be caught. You don't have to die."
"Yes, it is like this", Murakami kept his head down, "But, what happened back then... If the murderer was caught, wouldn't it..."
People are not enough to swallow elephants.
At night, he begged himself for help, as long as he kept his little life.
Now I want to keep the events of the past years from breaking out and keep my splendid police coat.
But how is such a thing possible?
Xin Haikong laughed angrily at Murakami's shamelessness.
"Have you forgotten what you promised me before? Even if the events of the year broke out, you are already 'dead'. Will the Metropolitan Police still hold a 'dead' responsible?"
"Officer Shinkai, I don't want to 'die'." Murakami raised his head, his eyes seemed to glow in the dark. "I still want to be a policeman. When I'm 'dead', I can't be a policeman anymore."
The smile on Xin Haikong's face disappeared, and he said in a calm tone, "So you want to breach the contract?"
Previously on the Okawa Bridge, Xin Haikong used comics and Murakami Masaki's performance that he was exposed as soon as he was bombed, and basically put out the facts.
In the case thirteen years ago, Masaki Murakami should also be involved, and even he is likely to be the fifth person waiting for the murderer.
No one has ever investigated whether Murakami Masaki's name appeared in the art club, but from his self-inviting reaction, we can see one or two.
The fact that Osamu Dazai was able to control this little policeman was most likely due to the case thirteen years ago.
The more guilty Murakami Masaki is, the more responsibility he has to bear in the death of Hirota Ryuya's daughter.
Before, Xin Haikong didn't know the truth, but simply threatened Murakami with the murderer's revenge, asking Murakami to cooperate with him to fake death.
In the previous kidnapping case, Masaki Murakami simply cooperated with part of Osamu Dazai's actions, and used the phone to lure Xin Kaikong out. In fact, he didn't know the specific situation and why Dazai targeted Xin Kaikong.
Knowing nothing is useless, and certainly not threatening.
Now the public security is closely watching Masaki Murakami, Xin Haikong originally planned to pack people back to the winery to train new talents for the winery.
He is now the number one HR of the winery, and he has recruited a lot of talents.
To be honest, this guy Murakami is a graduate of a famous school, with an online IQ, bizarre experience, and outstanding acting skills. Mixing in the winery may become a powerful bottle of wine.
By the way, I asked Gin to give people a new code name. Since Moscato brought it in, it's not too much to choose the code M, right?
You see, he also perfectly satisfied Amuro Toru's inference. Isn't it suspected that Masaki Murakami is M? Yes, it is right to doubt it. Masaki Murakami's code name is M.
What a win-win ending.
At that time, Murakami agreed with tears and tears.
Now, when the murderer of those classmates was about to be caught by the police, he was relieved.
Instead of worrying about his safety as before, he was worried about whether his fame, reputation, and social status would disappear with the arrest of the murderer and the revelation of the case thirteen years ago.
I didn't want to do the suspended animation that I had promised.
There is no such good business in this world.
Xin Haikong doesn't really want to entangle with him anymore.
There were originally two paths. He gave Murakami the opportunity to choose from the very beginning. It was Murakami who insisted on taking the second path.
"So Officer Murakami, are you not willing to do as I said before?"
"Neither," Masaki Murakami hesitantly said, "I can do whatever the Xinkai police officer tells me, but I don't want what happened back then to be discovered."
He raised his head and glanced at Xin Haikong cautiously, "I finally passed the exam and entered the Metropolitan Police Department. I don't want to be because of what happened back then..."
"Do you still want to continue to be a police officer?" Xin Haikong frowned.
Let's not talk about anything else. In the best case, Murakami Masaki should be an accomplice, and even the possibility of the mastermind. Still want to be a policeman?
Step on the flesh and blood of a flower girl to reach the top and pick your own fruit of victory?
"There is a price to pay for that, Officer Murakami, can you afford it?"
The young man's amber eyes were filled with deep meaning, and he looked at each other darkly.
"I can do it, Officer Xinhai, help me, please help me!"
Masaki Murakami begged all over his face, he didn't know if he was really scared, or if he was really good at pretending to be pitiful. He was almost unable to stand, a pair of eyes drenched with tiny bits of light.
"Help me. Officer Shinkai!"
The long and narrow aisle is empty and frustrating.
Any little crunch will become apparent.
Xin Haikong could clearly hear Murakami's heavy breathing, accompanied by choking from time to time. When it comes to crying scenes, he may have to ask the other party for a lesson or two.
If you really want to, go to the police.
Xin Haikong supported the person, leaned close to his ear, and whispered:
"Shinsaibashi."
·
Shinsaibashi.
On the left side of the bridge lay a man in his 40s and 50s. His gray hair was soaked in a pool of blood. A knife was inserted into his waist and abdomen. The blood was still flowing out.
There was a contented smile on his face, and his eyes were wide open, facing the sky.
The two hands naturally fell on the sides of the body, and the palm of the right hand was still full of red blood.
The autumn sky is cloudless and exceptionally clear, and there are more stars than usual at night.
On the shoal under the bridge lay a man in his early twenties, his black coat and trousers were soaked with blood, and he was bleeding all over. Of course, the worst hit was hitting the back of the rock.
There was still a look of surprise on his face that he didn't have time to change, the mobile phone in his pocket was frantically clamoring for a while, and then died down in the silent night.
At three o'clock in the morning, Xin Haikong was called to the search section by a phone call, and he got into a police car while half asleep.
His spirit was still in the warm bed and soft quilt, but his body had to be wrapped in a hard police uniform, and he sat in a cold police car in the cold wind.
The seat of a police car has always been less of a pursuit of enjoyment. The life of this police car is obviously too long, and some places on the seat cushion have lost their elasticity, making people sink in.
After he put himself into the back seat, he closed his eyes and didn't want to worry about anything.
But it happened to be Amuro Toru on the side.
"Officer Xinhai!"
"Officer Xinhai, do you know what happened?"
The other party's purple-gray eyes were full of deep meaning, and he looked at Xin Haikong with a deep expression.
Xin Haikong was sleepy, and fell on Amuro Toubangbang's thigh, his head hurt, and he yawned loudly, tears streaming from the corner of his right eye.
He turned his head to the side, reached out and wiped away the tears from the corner of his right eye, but the one on the left began to flow down again.
He couldn't hold back, he yawned again, and after waking up for a while, he slowly jumped out, word by word.
"What's wrong? Have you caught the culprit?"
Xin Haikong reached out and climbed onto the opponent's shoulder, clearly feeling the place where he was touching, the muscles under the thin coat began to harden.
He put his right hand on the other's shoulder again, sat up straight again, and the next second—
"Bang!" slammed into the car window.
"Are you all right?" Amuro frowned and straightened the person, "Are you so sleepy?"
That is, as long as a normal person gets out of bed after only three hours of sleep, he can fall asleep even while standing, let alone sitting.
Do you think everyone sleeps three hours a day on a regular schedule like you?
His head was aching sharply, and his unrested brain went crazy. The most uncomfortable thing is not not sleeping all night, but being woken up after sleeping for a while, that is the real splitting headache.
Xin Haikong held back his complaints, the car was driving on the road late at night, and the shallow light and shadow hit his face brightly and darkly, which made him even more hypnotized.
His eyes closed again unconsciously, and the whole person slammed forward on the chair in the front seat.
The forehead did not hit the soft back of the chair, but hit a warm palm.
"New sea and sky!"
"Ah? What's wrong?" Xin Haikong sat up straight and regained his senses.
The call just now gave him the illusion that Matsuda had followed him to Osaka.
"It scared me to death. What's the matter? It's so late that no one can sleep well."
Xin Haikong looked sideways at the street in the middle of the night, except for the police cars whizzing past, it was as silent as another country.
Amuro glanced solemnly at the detective who was driving in front of him, leaned into Xin Haikong's ear and said softly, "At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, I received a text message asking me to go to Shinsaibashi two hours later. Help him deal with a dead body."
The young man was so sleepy that his eyes were full of tears, but even so, he raised his head and gave him a sideways glance in surprise.
"what?"
"His signature is M."
Shinkai's eyes widened in shock.
"I used the computer to check for a long time, and finally found the other party's mailing address, which is Murakami Masaki's mobile phone!"
So this is the origin of your dark circles under your eyes? Did you not sleep at all and stay up until three in the morning?
Could this be a person? Fortunately, the text message was sent by himself.
"So we can basically be sure that Masaki Murakami is M? Then I will immediately notify someone to arrest him?"
Xin Haikong also whispered.
"It's too late." Amuro revealed an embarrassed expression, "Did the Otaki Police Department not tell you what happened when you came out?"
Xin Haikong shook his head blankly.
"Masaki Murakami is dead."
Toru Amuro finally returned to his normal volume, pounding every word.
"He and Hirota Ryu also died in Shinsaibashi."
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