Social animals don't deserve love

The police came quickly.

A homicide occurred on a commercial street in the city center, with two victims.

As soon as Sergeant Qupu got into the car, he took over the records from the police information center from his subordinates to get a preliminary understanding of the situation.

"Did the person who called the police leave their name and contact information?" He asked casually, his eyes glanced at the bottom of the page, and he was dumbfounded: "It turned out to be Ms. Yada!"

"The case should be closed soon, and maybe we don't have to work too long today." The subordinate grinned, thinking of the two lost lives, the corners of his mouth dropped with a croak: "Alas..."

It doesn't really matter whether you work overtime or not. As a policeman, I just hope that everyone can be well.

The deceased were two young women. The cause of death was unknown. The report time was 54:1 pm, [-] minutes ago.

If the investigators of the Armed Detective Agency happened to be witnesses, things would indeed be less difficult.

We have to get to the scene as soon as possible to find out the specific situation.

Yada Fubuki should already know who the culprit is.

Ji Pu looked out of the car: "Why hasn't the forensic doctor come yet?"

"I haven't returned to the scene yet." The subordinate flipped through the mobile phone information and looked up to respond. The sheriff sighed: "Forget it, send him the address, don't wait. Let's go there first."

……

- 15 minutes ago:

"Call the police directly, the pupils are all dilated, and neither of them can be saved."

The long-haired woman put down the phone with the bright light turned on and said calmly: "Please don't move, so as not to cause suspicion for no reason."

The waiter Yoshida held the phone in his hand, at a loss: "Huh? Dead?"

The word "death" seems to be a nail hammered into the skull by a huge hammer. The first thing the young man thinks of is "It's over, the job may not be guaranteed", and then he reacts: "How could you die!"

Dating the group of six, the man at the bar, and the guests farther away were either silent or fiercely resisted: "It's too bad luck, why don't you let us go! What are you!"

The long-haired woman in a white dress and a woolen coat took out a document from her pocket and opened it, shaking it in front of everyone: "Investigator of the Armed Detective Agency, Fubuki Yata."

"My pupils are dilated, the lens is cloudy, and breathing stops. The time has exceeded 3 minutes, and the golden period of first aid has been missed. The nearest hospital is [-] kilometers away, and several important streets are blocked by PortMafia. It is impossible for an ambulance to arrive as soon as possible." It takes half an hour...May I ask if anyone has the ability to bring the dead back to life? If not, death is not an incomprehensible result."

"Don't take pictures, don't use other people's misery as a gimmick to attract attention."

She stood up, put the document back in her pocket, took two steps back, sat down and opened the book to continue reading: "People don't die for no reason, whoever escapes from here is the most suspected, do you need me to continue to explain?"

Everyone was at a loss for words, and silently stuffed the phone back.

A few guests who were a little further away tried to sneak away, and the woman who was flipping through the book said softly after putting her fingers on the doorknob, "Please look up, don't use the camera as a decoration."

She glanced at the waiter, took the phone from his hand and dialed 110 proficiently. After reporting the detailed address and reason, she left her name and contact information. Looking at her proficiency, she knew that she often dealt with similar emergencies.

Those who wanted to sneak away shyly stopped.

If you just sneak away like this, not only will your suspiciousness rise sharply, but you may also face charges of "obstructing official duties" afterwards. In desperation, everyone has to sit back in their original seats and wait anxiously for the police to arrive .

Yoshida didn't wake up until the mobile phone was stuffed back. The phone notified the boss of the incident and asked him to come as soon as possible. He turned his head to appease the guests, and finally saw that one of the two ladies who fell on the ground had a slightly indecent posture.The kind-hearted young man took a haori from the back kitchen and wanted to cover her exposed thighs under the short skirt, but was stopped by the long-haired woman sitting next to her again.

"do not touch."

Her tone was not harsh, and her voice was gentler, but surprisingly powerful.At least in this case, Yoshida couldn't bring up the courage to defy her meaning: "Hug, sorry!"

"I don't mean to blame you." Yada Fuyuki closed the book, squeezed her hair and looked at this shy young man who was always peeping at herself: "I sympathize with the deceased, but right now it is more important to investigate their cause of death and The source of all this. From this point of view, it is particularly important to protect the scene, and the police will find out the real culprits for them and bring them to justice before considering the needs of decency."

She lowered her head slightly, her big and bright eyes were hidden under the eyelashes and swept aside.

Yoshida suddenly realized: "Ah! Ah!" He put away the haori, and hid behind the bar at a loss.

For this young man who has just stepped into the society, the murder around him is a terrible nightmare that he never dared to imagine before.Although Yokohama is not a "safe" city in the traditional sense, those port gangs in black suits are not mad dogs who bite anyone they see. The probability of ordinary people seeing a corpse is not high, and his reaction is real and normal.

Time slipped by bit by bit in the unbearable silence, and the sound of police sirens came from far and near in anticipation.

The police are finally here!Everyone heaved a sigh of relief.

"Kanagawa Metropolitan Police Department, Jupu!" The long-faced man with a thin jaw opened the door and walked into the coffee shop, behind him were ordinary police officers who were busy pulling the cordon.

He strode past the tables and chairs to the place where the deceased was staying, took a look, turned his head to the woman standing beside him and said, "Miss Yada, it's been hard work, please cooperate."

"Oh, yes, I am very happy." She put down the book in her hand and stood up to the guests who stayed in place: "Thank you for your help, please line up and complete the transcript work with the police officers."

Those who are not too suspicious can leave after leaving a record. None of the guests complained, and they moved to the following police officers with a password and a movement as required.

It's rare that no one complained about the trouble!

As the nib of the pen continued to record, fewer and fewer people remained, and the dating six, the man at the bar, and the waiter Yoshida remained at the end.

"There weren't many people here when we came." One of the three youths stood up as a representative and described what happened: "The lady near the bar came in first, and the other came in after a while. It seemed like an appointment."

The three girls who were together nodded to testify for him: "Yes, we met the lady in the fisherman's hat at the door. She stood outside and followed us in when she saw us push the door."

"She sat for about 10 minutes, and the lady behind came in. Should they know each other?" A girl tilted her head and recalled earnestly, and the girl beside her widened her eyes: "Know her, she walked towards us when she came in." I glanced at it, and it made me feel uncomfortable."

"I also think that after she sat down, she only said a few words without beginning and ending, not even greetings. It would be too impolite if you don't know each other."

The girls nodded unanimously, and Sergeant Fuzuura looked at Fubuki Yada, who pointed at the door with a smile: "Please don't tell what happened today, thank you."

The two sides saluted each other politely, the dating group of six was let go, and it was the waiter's turn to step forward for questioning.

"Yes, my surname is Yoshida. I stood behind the bar and started working at 15:10. The three men came in together at [-]:[-], and the three ladies came in [-] minutes later... and two hours after the lady in the bucket hat sat down. The last person came in after [-] minutes." He was afraid that he might forget some details, so he tried very hard to recall.

Fubuki Yada looked at the table and asked, "Did the lady in front order it?"

"Ah, yes! She specifically told me to wait until the person behind me came. Many people will do this... The taste of hot drinks will go bad if they are kept cold for a long time." He slowly relaxed after being asked in such a soft voice: "She ordered Two hazelnut lattes."

"Did you hear her?" She asked again, and the waiter Yoshida shook his head: "I can't hear what she said. The order was finally pointed out by the customer on the menu."

"Okay, I understand." Yada Fubuki looked up and smiled at him: "Thank you."

Yoshida's feet were weak and he almost fell to the ground. At this time, the police officers also finished the recording and helped him. Just as he heard the door rattle again, it was the owner of the coffee shop who was late.

If someone died in the shop, the business couldn't continue, so he just came to close the shop.

Fubuki Yada was not interested in people who had nothing to do with the case, so he put on the gloves handed over by the police and carefully marked the two coffee cups on the table before handing them over for storage.

The waiter and the owner of the coffee shop were taken to the back kitchen to assist in the search. Sheriff Fuzuura walked up to Fubuki Yata: "What do you think, Ms. Yada?"

"If we talk about the murderer, I already know who it is, but the person who really caused all this..." She turned to the man left at the end: "Sir, do you have any ideas?"

"Ah? I have no idea, and I don't know these two women." He looked away: "Is there something wrong with the drinks provided by the restaurant?"

The woman pursed her lips and lowered her eyelids: "That depends on how the doctor judges."

This person did not control the volume of his speech at all, and the boss was 180 unwilling to hear someone slandering his food safety.He glared across several police officers, his face full of indignation.

Sheriff Cipu glanced at his subordinates, who quickly took out the phone and contacted again, and came back after a while shaking his head: "I can't let go of my hands over there, the forensic doctor wants us to drag the body back to the freezer first, and do on-site sampling. "

"Then there is no other way, we can only do this first."

All kinds of strange death cases are staged every day, and forensic doctors are not enough.The sheriff waved his hand and shouted: "Hurry up, there is still one person's transcript, and close the team after finishing."

This coffee shop is located near the business district, and it is impossible to close its doors and customers just to cooperate with the investigation.In order not to miss any clues, the police almost lifted up the floor tiles and took them away.On the contrary, the boss is very open about this matter. If someone dies, even if it is just to make the customer feel at ease, he has to redecorate the interior, and replace the tables, chairs and benches with new ones. Just take it away.

It's better than going back and forth endlessly and coming to the door every now and then.

That is really impossible to live.

"Miss Yada, please come back to the Metropolitan Police Department with us." Inspector Jiura was a little concerned about her vague attitude, but Yada Fuyuki blinked and discussed with him: "I'll be there in an hour, so as not to be too late at night Have a meal."

ah?You already know who the culprit is, why should you care about dinner?If you provide evidence and catch the prisoner, don't you just call it a day and leave work? Could it be that the curry rice pork chop rice provided by the Metropolitan Police Department does not suit the young lady's appetite?