"Sato, when this case occurred, were you in the search class?"
Matsuda Jinpei looked at the policewoman who was accompanying him. Sato Miwako was one year younger than him, but she entered the investigation class earlier than him. Calculating the time when she graduated from the police academy, it was most likely that it happened not long after she entered the Metropolitan Police Department.
case.
Sato Miwako nodded: "This is the second case I took over when I joined the job. At that time, I was still in charge of Officer Megure. Unfortunately, neither the prisoner nor the stolen goods have been found yet."
"No arrest warrant issued?"
"No, the criminal committed the crime late at night. It was speculated that he wanted to break into the empty door. As a result, the president happened to be working overtime in the store at that time, so he poisoned her... There was no surveillance in the store, there were no other witnesses nearby, and the murder weapon was not on the
No fingerprints were found, so it was impossible to identify the prisoner."
Miwako Sato frowned, and she kept this unsolved case in mind.
Matsuda Jinpei stared at the two reports at similar times and fell into deep thought, with several speculations in his mind.
He temporarily put down the newspaper clippings and continued to watch the surveillance.
In the video, the deceased quickly folded the newspaper clippings and put them back into his notes, then put the notebook back into his pocket. At 6:30, he got up and left the room, turning off the lights when he left, and the room fell into darkness again.
Matsuda Jinpei pulled the progress bar, and this time he jumped directly to the deceased returning to the room two hours later.
The deceased could not see anything strange. After he came back, he did not go to the outdoor hot spring immediately. Instead, he sat on the bed near the door. He touched the pocket where he had put his notebook before, and then raised his hand to look at his watch, completely unaware of his
Every move was captured by a camera not far away.
"Dong dong."
There was a sudden knock on the door, and Matsuda Jinpei and Sato Miwako were shocked.
During their questioning, several suspects said that they had never been to Room 108 at all, and now the person who came specifically to find the deceased was highly suspicious!
"...Bingglai, why did you come to see me?"
Accompanied by an unfamiliar male voice, the visitor walked into the center of the camera step by step. Matsuda Jinpei recognized him instantly. The face was exactly the same as the one in the newspaper clipping.
——Yamao Keisuke.
…
The surroundings fell silent for an instant.
The hotel owner, who had been chattering in a low voice before, was now looking at the screen attentively. As the conversation between the two continued, his eyes widened.
Sato Miwako's beautiful face had already been twisted into a ball of anger.
There was no expression on Matsuda Jinpei's face, but his hand holding the mouse tightened more and more.
"Thugs from underground banks are difficult to deal with, aren't they? You were imprisoned in a car accident on the way back to Niigata Prefecture from Tokyo, but it gave you a period of peace..."
"In the bombing that shocked Tokyo six months after your car accident, one of the prisoners was your friend. You brought them two here. As an expense claim investigator, my memory is a little better than ordinary people, but I remember it clearly.
You mentioned bomb blackmail at that time... If you were not in jail, you would be their accomplice, right?"
"And this report, don't you think the timing is too coincidental? It happened to be the day before you had a car accident..."
As the deceased said his heart-wrenching words, Yamao Keisuke's face became increasingly ugly.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
The fists at his side were clenched tightly, and the murderous intent in his eyes made people tremble with fear. Unfortunately, the deceased's eyes were blocked by ill-gotten gains and he didn't see it at all. He continued to make his suicidal speech there.
"It's very simple. As long as you give me hush money - that time you robbed jewelry worth 1 billion yen, you only need to give me 10%... no, one-third is enough."
"That time you hit and run, the first place you went to was your grandmother's house. I'm afraid the stolen jewelry was also hidden there. Now that a reservoir has been built there, it's not easy to take it out... But it's not easy for you and your bomber friends.
It shouldn’t be difficult, I specifically asked people in the village and found out that a few years ago there was a strange guy from Tokyo who settled by the reservoir.”
Yamao Keisuke looked gloomy: "...let me think about it and give you an answer tomorrow morning."
"I hope you will think it over carefully, because police from Tokyo have already come to investigate you about the Tokyo subway bombing this morning, and they happen to be staying in this hotel."
The deceased seemed to be threatening, but in fact he was laughing more and seeking death.
"...Thank you for reminding me." Yamao Keisuke almost squeezed out these words through his teeth.
"And your cousin Yosuke—"
The deceased deliberately prolonged his tone and looked at Yamao Keisuke with satisfaction: "It's strange that he would come back here. He lives next door to me. Do you want to go and meet him?"
This time Yamao Keisuke didn't answer. He clenched his teeth tightly and raised his head and glanced towards the wall.
Even though Matsuda Jinpei knew that he was not looking at the camera, but looking at the next room, he was still disgusted by the other person's malicious eyes that seemed to be poisoned.
At the end of the video, Yamao Keisuke gave the deceased a gem the size of a pigeon egg and made an appointment to meet behind the hotel tomorrow morning; the deceased picked up the gem and looked at the light for a long time, then happily put it into his coat and agreed.
his request.
Matsuda Jinpei paused the zoom again, and he could see at a glance that the gem was abnormal.
——It was a miniature bomb.
…
The truth emerged, and the camera perfectly captured the whole process of the deceased committing suicide and the criminal committing the crime.
Matsuda Jinpei watched the video played and looked at the original biggest suspect again.
Yamao Yosuke leaned against the window with his arms folded. His red hair was the most vivid and eye-catching color in the room. He seemed to have no interest in this video that could prove his innocence. He leaned his head against the glass window and stared at the snow outside the window.
land.
It's really strange. As a member of a criminal organization, when he was interrogated by the police, he would probably find a way to escape early, especially since he was innocent in this matter and there was no need to stay here while they searched his room.
...Does he have more important things to do, or something he wants to avoid, so he wants to stay here with a reasonable excuse?
As if he sensed that someone was looking at him, Yamao Yosuke suddenly raised his head, and then met Matsuda Jinpei's eyes.
"What happened last night and this morning?"
The police officer with curly black hair asked. This was the second time he asked this question. This time his tone was a little softer.
"Nothing happened last night. I went to bed after applying the facial mask." Yamao Yosuke answered them, "It's just that when I was doing my skin care in the morning, I received an anonymous email asking me to go to the back of the hotel - what do you look like?
?Can’t men love skin care and beauty?!”
"...Okay, of course."
Matsuda Jinpei didn't want to get entangled in this issue. He focused on the second half of the sentence: "This email can be used as evidence of your innocence. Why didn't you say it earlier?"
Yamao Yosuke raised his eyebrows: "Because I believe you, police officer, can find out the truth and restore my innocence - how about this reason?"