The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

"I--"

Ring Ring Ring!

As soon as Hongyi Harada spoke, he was interrupted by a rush of phone ringing.Taking out the phone, the old man's expression suddenly became complicated when he saw the name of the caller ID: "Hello?"

"Teacher, are you at home? I have something I want to know about you."

The voice of the proud student Toshito Yamashita came from the other end of the phone, Harada Hongyi's eyelids twitched undetectably, and he said loudly: "Yes, when are you coming?"

"Actually, I'm already at your door."

As soon as the voice fell, the harsh doorbell rang.

Koshimizu Nanatsuki, who still didn't understand what was going on, looked at her employer suspiciously. When she communicated with her employer last night, she had made it clear that this time period would pass. Why is there still someone coming at this time?

"The door is unlocked, come in directly."

After explaining to the student on the other end of the phone, the old man hung up the phone and explained to Koshimizu Nanatsuki apologetically: "It's Yamashita, he said something very important to me, I'm very sorry.

Detective Yueshui, you can go to my study first, all the materials I prepared are on the desk, you can take a look first, and go to the study to meet you after I finish chatting with Yamashita. "

【Are you from Yamashita?What did that guy find out? 】

Because her best friend was wronged by the police and committed suicide, Koshimizu Nanatsuki doesn't like all the policemen in the world, including Yamashita Atsuto, the man who has been called "Tokyo Police Savior" by the media.

In the short contact before, she didn't get along very well with Atsuto Yamashita.

"I understand."

The displeased police belonged to the displeased police, Koshimizu Nanatsuki was still very sensible, got up decisively and walked towards the study.In her opinion, at this stage, between Yamashita Toshito and herself, Harada Hongyi will definitely put Yamashita Toruto first.

Whether in terms of personal relationship or reputation, that man is a better choice than her.

"Teacher, is there anyone?"

As soon as Koshimizu Nanatsuki left, Yamashita Atsuto walked into the living room with Sato Miwako on the back.Looking over the steaming water glass, the man who was thinking in his heart asked.

"Detective Yueshui, she discussed the case with me. Don't talk about her, Yamashita, do you have anything important to do with me?" Harada Hongyi gestured to the two of them to sit down, and then personally served them two glasses Shui's serious expression was mixed with a trace of nervousness, as if he was afraid of hearing some bad news.

"Yes, I mainly want to ask the teacher if you know this person." Atsuto Yamashita, who was always paying attention to the teacher's face, beckoned lightly, and Miwako Sato, who was understanding behind him, spread out the folder in his hand, from which Take out a photo and put it on the dining table.

"This man's name is Ito Hiba, teacher, do you have any impression?"

"Yes, he and I were colleagues 20 years ago, but we haven't contacted each other for a long time, what's the matter?" After picking up the photo and examining the fat old man carefully for a while, Harada Hongyi rubbed the center of his brows and raised his eyes to ask.

"Then do you know his latest whereabouts?"

"I don't know—wait a minute, he's missing?" His cloudy eyes were full of shock, and Harada Hongyi suddenly clenched his right fist, saying in disbelief.

"Dead, to be precise. We now suspect that there may be some kind of common connection between him and Kihara Fujiwara, who died in another case."

Atsuto Yamashita took the document handed over by Miwako Sato, put it directly in front of the teacher, and said word by word: "Teacher, do you still remember why the two of them left Tokyo University 20 years ago?" ?"

"..." Harada Hongyi looked at the two photos in front of him, with complicated emotions, but his face remained calm: "It's been too long, I don't remember.

But you can ask other people back then, I just have a good relationship with Kihara, and I am not familiar with this Ito Hiba.Besides, I asked Kihara about this before, but he didn't say..."

The Q&A in the dining room was still going on. On the other side, Nanatsuki Koshimizu, who entered the study on the second floor, twitched the tip of her nose the moment she opened the door, and frowned instantly: 【Did Professor Harada just clean the study? 】

In the huge study room, the damp smell came out, making her feel very uncomfortable.

[It is estimated that I have smoked too much in the study these days, alas...]

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the black garbage bags stacked in the corner of the room. The color of countless cigarette butts stacked together was too dazzling.Even with the garbage bag blocking, Koshimizu Nanatsuki can easily tell how heavy the people who have been in this study recently are smoking.

There is a stack of thick file bags on the desk, which should be the investigation papers she needs——

"Ok?"

The moment I picked up the folder, a few small scraps of paper seemed to have lost their support, slowly falling on the desktop like lonely snowflakes.

Completely unformed characters and strokes remained on the scraps of paper, and the degree of crushing made Koshimizu Nanatsuki immediately think of a paper shredder.

Chapter 440 five cases in one (3)

"Is this... an invoice? A check? Or something?"

The confetti shredded thoroughly, so small that only a tiny red line could be seen in a piece that was almost microscopic.The texture of the rubbing was very similar to a certain type of bill, but because the area was too small, Koshimizu Nanatsuki couldn't see anything, so he casually threw these scraps of paper into the nearby trash can middle.

Solving the case itself was more likely to attract her attention than the crumbs of the employer's bills.

Now, the consumption records, entry and exit records of the criminal suspect Harada Jun, and the consumption records, entry and exit records of the deceased Yukimura Emi are all placed on the desk.

This is what Koshimizu Nanatsuki mentioned before. Originally, she planned to wait for a week, but it turned out that they all arrived in one night. This shows how eager Harada Hongyi is to save his son.

[That guy Atsuto Yamashita came uninvited, there should be no good news, I have to hurry up...] Sitting on the swivel chair and flipping through the thick stack of documents at hand, Koshimizu Nanatsuki restrained his complicated thoughts, He began to compare the contents of the documents carefully, trying to find out suspicious things.

She doesn't like the Japanese police very much, even if Atsuto Yamashita is in the limelight now.

[According to the information reported by the police, the deceased Yukimura Emi arrived in Tokyo on a flight from New York, USA, and then her body was found in the toilet of the airport toilet.

At that time, the police preliminarily determined that the time of death was between 07:30 and 11:30 in the morning. During this time, Harada Jun had no time to commit the crime because he was preparing for a departmental meeting.

However, in subsequent investigations, it was clarified that the time of death of the deceased should be around 09:20...]

Koshimizu Nanatsuki rubbed her chin, looked up and saw the pen holder on the desk, subconsciously pulled out a pen, picked up the pen and ticked this piece of information——Jun Harada at this time According to what he said, he was driving, and the traffic police did find Harada Jun's car after calling the surveillance cameras at several intersections.

【Um? 】

The next second after the mark was drawn, Koshimizu Nanatsuki brought the pen in his hand to his eyes as if he had discovered something strange, and observed it carefully.

A crease that is easily overlooked by the naked eye of ordinary people loomed in the sunlight through the window, which made her frown involuntarily.

She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that there seemed to be a red spot on the tip of the pen.The index finger wiped subconsciously.The ink immediately drew a straight line, leaving traces of existence on the fingertips.

"If I remember correctly, I do still have old photos and contact records from that year, but I'm afraid you have to wait, Yamashita."

Suddenly, the study door was pushed open without warning.

The slightly tired old man walked into the huge study room first, and his eyes happened to meet the astonished Koshimizu Nanatsuki——

"Look at my memory."

Since his son's accident, he seemed to have aged ten years in an instant. Harada Hongyi, who had exhausted all his energy and energy, slapped his forehead, a bit of annoyance flashed between his brows, and he said with a bit of apology: "I'm sorry, Detective Yueshui, I'm talking to you." While chatting, I forgot that you were still in the study. But it doesn't matter, I can just find out the things, so you don't waste too much time thinking."

"No, it's okay, after all, it's the police officer Yamashita." Koshimizu Nanatsuki put down the pen in his hand, got up and walked to the side, and gave up his seat to the old man. His eyes happened to meet Yamashita Atsuto, and he pretended to be obedient and showed him a look Smile.

Her current character design on the surface is Yamashita Toruto's fan girl, so she can't collapse.

"Very hardworking, good drive." Atsuto Yamashita, who knew her true face well, did not compliment her against his will this time.

The woman could have been perfunctory with the case, but she didn't.

"I learned this from you." Koshimizu Nanatsuki perfectly performed a little fan girl praised by idols, with her hands behind her back, a little shy.

The ear studs under the short hair with ears fluttered. If the denim jacket on her body could be replaced with a white dress, she would look like a pure girl next door.

It's a pity that I can't change it.

"Your previous experience of insisting on handling cases at the front line of the Metropolitan Police Department in a state of high fever has always inspired me..."

The corner of Miwako Sato's mouth twitched when she heard the words, and she cast a veiled glance at her boss who didn't change her expression, her cheeks puffed up and she almost couldn't hold back her laughter.

"If you want to worship me so much, why don't you enter the Metropolitan Police Department and work under me?" Atsuto Yamashita, who accepted the praise with his head upright, was full of anger, and sent a stern voice to Nanatsuki Koshimi invited.The latter, who was still immersed in the role-playing, shuddered, and stopped talking abruptly.

Make her a police officer?

What a joke.

Koshimizu Nanatsuki quickly organized a rejection routine in his mind, but before he could say it, he was interrupted by Harada Hongyi: "This is some correspondence between me and Kihara and Ito Hiba 20 years ago. , the people in these photos actually had a feud with Ito Hiba back then.

For example, this man named Okawa Ego, he had a fight with Ito Hiba back then, and in the end, the latter quit Tokyo University and joined Keio University as a sign of the end. "

After clicking on the people in several photos one after another, Harada Hongyi, who was caught in the memory, finally landed his right index finger on the face of a chubby man with glasses.

"Okawa Ego? I see. Thank you, teacher." Signaling Miwako Sato to accept the photos and the letter of the party that year, Atsuto Yamashita thanked habitually.

"Is something wrong? It's related to my client?" At first, Nanatsuki Koshimizu, who thought it was related to Harada Jun's murder fraud case, asked curiously.

"The police received a report this morning that someone found a dead body in the lake, and the deceased, who worked with Mr. Harada at the University of Tokyo 20 years ago.

Coincidentally, in another case that happened not long ago, there was also a deceased who worked at the University of Tokyo 20 years ago, named Fujiwara Kihara, and the two of them were once friends.

Therefore, the police currently suspect that the two homicides may be related to the two of them leaving Tokyo University at the same time 20 years ago, and considering that Mr. Fujiwara and the teacher have been friends for many years, I will ask..."

Under the surprised eyes of Miwako Sato, Atsuto Yamashita condensed and combined the current case without any concealment, and explained it eloquently.

"Hey, Yamashita, you—"

"Don't worry, let's brainstorm. I'm quite optimistic about this female detective. She's clever, and she's a talent to make." Yamashita Atsuto turned his head and whispered to Miwako Sato not to worry.

Nanatsuki Koshimizu can still be considered reliable without involving the relevant personnel of the Lavender draft.

"But why did you show her the file of this case directly?" Miwako Sato saw that Koshimizu Nanatsuki took the portfolio from Yamashita Atsuto, feeling a little anxious.

Not every detective is called Kogoro Mori, not to mention Kogoro Mori's age and past achievements are here. It has only been a week since Koshimizu Nanatsuki appeared in front of them. How could Yamashita give the case file to him so casually? out.

"Brainstorm, brainstorm."

"........."

【Yamashita Atsuto...you can give as much as you want, and he has a really unique style of acting. ] Hearing that Koshimizu Nanatsuki, who pretended not to hear, flipped through the document, still felt a little unbelievable.

She hasn't met many policemen, but so far, Yamashita Atsuto is definitely the friendliest one to the detective profession.

Not only did he respect the legendary famous detective Mori Kogoro, but he also respected her, a young detective who appeared as a fangirl——

? !

Holding the document, Koshimizu Nanatsuki's pupils suddenly shrank when he saw the cause of Ito Hiroha's death written in the dossier!

[The body has multiple scars where pens were inserted, and the cause of death was a knife in the abdomen...  ]

Chapter 440 Six Three Cases In One (4)

【Scars from the pen sinking into the human body...】

Out of the detective's almost instinctive sensitivity, Koshimizu Nanatsuki immediately thought of the pen he was holding just now.Or rather, it reminded me of the subtle creases and almost none of the dark red spots on the nib of that fountain pen.

[No, no, I was thinking about something. 】

Immediately afterwards, Koshimizu Nanatsuki immediately denied this sudden idea in his heart.

[It should be just a coincidence, after all, no one would--]