The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

The sound of the metal helmet hitting the ground was exceptionally clear, and the old man Ochiai's old wrinkled cheeks were full of shock!

"Let's get to know each other again, Atsuto Yamashita is a policeman."

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Atsuto Yamashita's concise and clear self-introduction surprised Director Ochiai, and the desire to escape that had just arisen in his heart disappeared without a trace.

"police?"

The old man slumped on the ground closed his eyes, his chest heaved unceasingly, and his breathing gradually changed from rapid to steady.

"Yes, police."

"So, do you want to explain everything in detail?"

Atsuto Yamashita, who sat down directly opposite the old man, took out a cigarette case from his pocket: "By the way, do you mind if I smoke a cigarette?"

"Are you interrogating me?" The old man opened his eyes, his emotions had calmed down, and his thinking had obviously returned to rationality.

"No, I'm talking to you."

The silver cap was lifted, and the burning flame ignited the breath of nicotine.On the fuselage, the simple cross pattern reflects the dazzling brilliance under the light.

"The two security guards fell asleep in the security room because they were too sleepy. Now there are only you and me here."

Leaning against the cold wall with a cigarette in his mouth, Shan Xia Toru took a deep breath and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

"Officer Yamashita."

"I admit that I attacked the police just now, but that was because you broke into the art gallery without revealing your identity."

"If I really have to go to court, I should be fine, and you may be suspended or even fired."

Curator Ochiai's voice at this moment is extremely thick, and it doesn't sound like an old man who has entered his twilight years at all.

"God's punishment." Bentoman Shanxia laughed and said.

"what?"

"In that painting, the righteous knight pierced the demon's chest with a sharp sword. Coincidentally, the armor on your body seems to be exactly the same as the knight in that painting."

"So, can you tell me, who is the demon you want to kill? Curator Ochiai."

"I don't know what you're talking about, the only reason I'm here at night in armor is-"

"If I checked the information correctly, this art gallery seems to be closing down. The person who bought it should want to transform it into a hotel, and even found a designer, right?"

Yamashita Toruto interrupted the old man's self-defense with a smile, but the look in his eyes without the slightest smile made him shudder.

"Officer Yamashita."

"If you leave here now, I can pretend that I didn't see it, and I won't hold you accountable for trespassing on the museum." Curator Ochiai swallowed, suppressing the rising fear in his heart.

"You want to kill people, you want to kill the boss Zhenzhong who bought the art gallery."

Lowering his head and smoking, Atsuto Yamashita talked to himself, directly revealing the biggest secret in the heart of the old curator.

"no!"

Shocked, the old man retorted subconsciously, and was meeting the expressionless eyes of Benedict at the bottom of the mountain.

"You want to kill Boss Zhenzhong, and then blame an art gallery employee who secretly sells art."

"As for the specific method of setting the blame, I guess it should be using a pen without ink and a piece of paper on which the name has already been written."

"Just like God punishing the painting, he stabbed the boss to death with a sword. The camera in the room will faithfully record the way he frantically daubed the paper with the pen without ink before he died. However, in the eyes of outsiders, that should be It was the death message left by him before he died."

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Curator Ochiai, whose murder method and even the method of blaming the blame, was exposed, could no longer keep calm, and his rapid breathing due to nervousness and surprise resounded like thunder in the sky above the silent corridor!

"Looks like I guessed it right." Atsuto Yamashita smiled, shaking off the soot.

It's good to recall the murderer and the general plot outline. You don't have to bother to watch the scene, and you don't have to die so many brain cells to think.

"Officer Yamashita, I really don't know what you're talking about."

When Curator Ochiai, who was silent for a while, spoke again, his voice had become a little hoarse.

He was puzzled, puzzled, and panicked.

Whether it's the method of killing or the plan to frame the blame, it should be a top secret that only he knows.

But Totoshi Yamashita, a stranger who met by chance......

The old man was confused, because the person sitting opposite him was a policeman.

Being spotted by a policeman of his murder plan......

"Won't you die if you don't reach the Yellow River..."

"That's right, after all, you haven't done anything yet, and I don't have any evidence of your deliberate murder." Atsuto Yamashita blinked, and slowly exhaled the aroma of nicotine.

"So, I'm just here tonight to remind you."

"Contract issues can be resolved through legal channels, and changes in private promises can be resolved through human relations. You can let others see clearly who the real boss is and what kind of person you are, or you can use your own network of contacts to make him His social reputation has ruined his future restaurant."

"But there is only one thing I want you to remember."