How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, in a residential building of a certain community.

"Whoo-hoo-"

The mobile phone on the bedside table seemed to rebel, vibrating as it moved towards the edge of the bedside table.

A second before the phone was about to fall to the ground, a large hand stopped it.

A black head emerged from the bed, with curly hair on top.

Matsuda Jinping slept soundly and was woken up suddenly. He was stunned for a while at first, but when he came back to his senses, the stinky face burst into flames.

He pressed the call on Jian forcefully and fiercely, put the phone to his ear, and was about to scold—

"Matsuda! Come to the police station immediately!"

On the other end of the phone came the familiar police officer Mumu's voice.

!

Did something happen again? Has another bomber planted a bomb somewhere?

He opened the warm bed and shivered provoked by the cold room temperature at night.

Matsuda Jinping scribbled on his clothes while asking into the phone, "What happened? I don't have to go back to the police station, I can go directly to the scene."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone. A voice with some hesitation and hesitation came over the phone.

"Matsuda, there's no bomb, we're just going through the witness-calling process."

"Clam?"

Matsuda's hand in getting dressed paused, showing a look of surprise.

"I'm a witness? Prove what?"

"The new sea and air police are on suspicion of killing a businessman named Keisuke Gono between six and eight tonight. According to normal procedures, the police now need your testimony."

The phone slipped from his fingers and slammed drearily on the floor.

·

In the cramped single room, only a small window in the upper left corner could let in some light.

The black-haired youth lay sideways on the tatami with his face facing the inside, as if he had fallen into autism.

His gaze fell into the void, and the amber eyes were large and lifeless.

At ten o'clock last night, he was sent to the detention center closest to the Metropolitan Police Department. Under the shock and admiration of the prison guards, he was awarded a single room.

The facilities are complete, the beds are soft, the floors are clean, and the environment is peaceful.

There are also small police officers who come to feed a variety of meals, from bentos from street stalls to meals packaged in high-end restaurants, from sushi to ramen.

It is called a VIP confinement room.

As soon as he entered the police station, he was pulled for a blood test, and the results were unfriendly—

Police were unable to detect any hallucinogenic, nerve-paralyzing drug ingredients in his body.

This means that his previous statements have no other evidence other than himself.

Of course, this is also very normal, because he really did not have any drugs injected.

But that didn't stop him from making a shocked expression.

To make matters worse, the surveillance at the door of the apartment building failed to capture footage of him being stunned and dragged into his car.

As a result, the former colleagues in the search department who had wanted to help him get out of the crime fell into an embarrassing situation where they had no strength but nowhere to do it.

As a witness who personally sent him downstairs to the apartment, Matsuda Jinhei rushed to the police station in the early morning of the same day.

But his confession was of no use.

At 5:30 that night, he drove Xin Haikong to the door of the apartment and drove away. He didn't witness Xin Haikong return home, and he didn't know what happened after that.

And things came to a standstill.

Xin Haikong recalled this early morning—

·

The frost-clad Matsuda Jinping drove the car and rushed to the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department within ten minutes. After briefly understanding the case and making a corresponding statement, he saw the black-haired youth who was honestly staying in the interrogation room.

Matsuda Jinping couldn't imagine that things would turn out like this!

He has already brought this guy to the door with his own hands, but he didn't hold hands like a mother who takes care of a baby and sent it to the door. In such a short period of time, there is still an accident!

How long have they been apart? Two or three hours ago, they were complaining about the bad food in the cafeteria.

Matsuda Jinping laughed angrily.

Can you make something less of a mess and save him some peace of mind!

The black-haired youth was still wearing the ill-fitting black padded jacket, and the white sweatshirt and trousers that had been stained with blood were replaced with clean prison uniforms.

This set of clothes stained with the blood of the deceased turned into a sharp knife pointing to the suspected murder of Xin Haikong, and was sealed by the police as a key evidence.

The young man had a trance-like expression on his face that was so cold and pale that he looked so pitiful that Matsuda Jinping, who had wanted to scold, was extremely helpless to return to his original words.

You can't scold you, you can't speak well, but you won't listen.

I had to get myself into this situation and be framed as a murderer.

He learned the general situation of the scene from the police officer Mumu. The reason why Xin Haikong was temporarily arrested was because there was too much evidence pointing to him at the scene.

This time, it's really not that the police are unwilling to help. The police officers in the search section can't wait to dig their hearts out, stay up all night, do their best, and also want to help Xin Haikong clear the suspicion.

It's just that the evidence at the scene is overwhelming, even if they want to wash it, it is difficult to wash out the results with their criminal investigation level for a while.

He looked up at the young man's dazed expression and sighed. A little awkward opening:

"Don't worry about it, I'll find out the truth."

The subtext is probably - don't worry, I will catch the murderer and exonerate you.

This kind of caring words were said by Matsuda's mouth, and he immediately became a little slapped.

Xin Haikong glanced at him in surprise, almost unable to control his expression.

Matsuda did not consider that he might be a murderer at all.

The suspicious eyes of Matsuda and Toru Amuro overlapped, making Xin Kaikong a little dazed.

Although he designed all this with his own hands, there can be one person who ignores all the evidence and stands by his side from beginning to end...

"Hey! It's not so!" Matsuda's face was a little impatient, and he didn't know how to put his hands.

"Don't be grateful for this little thing."

"cut!"

The black-haired youth sneered, his expressionless face finally showing some waves.

Who would be grateful for such a small thing. As his only friend, Matsuda Jinhei, shouldn't he have such an attitude?

On the contrary, it was Toru Amuro, who took the initiative to bite the hook just by throwing out the bait, which was a bit too suspicious by nature.

The black-haired young man seemed to have thought of something, his smile faded a little, and there was a slight sadness in his big amber eyes.

Again - "What's wrong?"

Matsuda held back some questioning words and replaced them with more gentle ones.

He looked at the black-haired young man with a somewhat troubled expression that was about to cry, and he didn't know what to do.

"The person who found the scene..."

The black-haired youth lowered his head a little, his tone very low.

"It's Mr. Amuro. He seems to... misunderstand me."

"Clam?"

Matsuda frowned, his black eyes revealing a trace of pure doubt.

Mr. Amuro? It seems to be the pseudonym of that fella.

He did hear Officer Mumu mention that the person who found the scene was called Amuro Toru.

Just, what is "Mr. Amuro suspects him"?

Doubt who? Doubt about the new sea and air? Is that guy out of his mind?

"Speak more clearly, Amuro suspects you?"

When that guy was in the police academy, he obviously had a good mind, so he wouldn't be deceived by this superficial frame-up method.

"Um."

The black-haired youth raised his head, his eyes were a little slack, and his brows were tightly wrinkled together.

"Mr. Amuro was obviously not like this before. But this time he said... that everything was directed and acted by me, and there was no murderer who didn't exist. I don't know why he did this, even the colleagues in the search section believed it. I, he..."

If so?

What would you do if your former best friend turned the gun on your current best friend, Officer Matsuda?

Will you be persuaded? Will he let go of his hand and go down the path of hostility?

Or trust him from beginning to end and follow his original script?

Hope it's the latter.

After all, he wasn't ready for the former.

"Ah."

After listening to Xin Haikong's words, Matsuda couldn't control himself and sneered.

Hard, fist hard.

The fella guy has been undercover for too long, is there something wrong with his brain?

Words like this can be said. At the beginning, it was this guy who personally sent Xin Hai into the whirlpool of the organization, turning him from an ordinary policeman who didn't know anything to a person targeted by the organization.

Why now?

But Jiang Gu is not such a person, how could he doubt Xin Hai for no reason. Could it have something to do with that legendary organization again, is this guy doing the trick?

But even if it's a show, it's really too much to misunderstand Xin Haikong like this.

The hand he put under the table was made into a fist, and the four fingers clenched the palm tightly, but his face showed a gentle smile as much as possible.

It's just that this is just a smile that he thinks is gentle. From a third perspective, the smile mixed with anger looks a bit weird.

"Don't worry about this. That guy is intermittently mentally ill and speaks without thinking. I will definitely help you find the real murderer and clear the suspicion."

Matsuda restrained his expression, and asked with some seriousness:

"However, what are you going to do in the future? Now there is no blood test result, no evidence can be found on the monitoring, and the scene is like that..."

"That matter, I already have a little idea."

Xin Haikong raised his head and looked directly at Matsuda.

"After I was stunned, it was absolutely impossible for me to walk into that room by myself, so there must be something wrong with the surveillance video. I'm staying here, and I can't investigate the case, so I can only rely on you to investigate outside."

"I see. Either there's a problem with the hotel room, or there's a problem with the surveillance. I'll start with both. Also... do you know the dead man?"

The black-haired youth shook his head.

"I never saw that guy at all."

"That's fine. Even if the prosecution wants to prosecute you, they have to find a plausible motive."

Matsuda sighed in relief.

"The evidence is too bad for you now. You may have to find a lawyer in advance just in case."

"I actually already have a choice on that."