"At 3:15 this morning, according to surveillance, Hideki Kitahara and Momose had not left the bar long ago. After saying goodbye to their friends, they drove from Yoshiwara to Asakusa."
Suzuki Police Department said, opening the laptop on the desktop and calling up the surveillance along the road.
"Have those friends asked?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"My colleagues have interrogated me early this morning. Several people are still hungover. There are no useful clues for the time being. By the way, I will go outside to smoke a cigarette. Little mage, please check the surveillance along the way."
Having said this, Police Suzuki took out a cigarette and got out of the tent.
Fujiwara Izaya looked at the screen alone.
There was not much information obtained from the surveillance. When Hideki Kitahara drove to the scene of the crime at 3:30 in the morning, the car suddenly stopped, skidded and hit the barrier on the side of the road. When he opened the door and got out of the car to check,
, the surveillance system was hacked.
Needless to say, something must have deliberately destroyed the surveillance.
"Hey, what do you want to drink, little mage?" Police Suzuki came in and asked.
"The Coke is ready."
"It'll be there soon!"
Soon, the Suzuki Police Department came in with two cans of Coke and handed one to Fujiwara Izaya.
"Obviously, intentional homicide!" the police officer judged.
Fujiwara Izaya took a sip of Coke.
He thought quietly, and in the quiet tent, the Suzuki Police Department seemed to be able to hear the sound of his brain spinning.
At present, it can be concluded that this is a supernatural case.
After all, the scene was too scary!
No matter how cruel and perverted the murderer is, he cannot chop the body into such small and untidy pieces.
But in this case, more serious problems arise.
The resentful spirit cannot appear out of thin air, it must have been brought here by man!
In other words, the murderer behind this murder case of vengeful spirits may have the method to control and create vengeful spirits.
Getting rid of resentful spirits is easy...
How to find the more dangerous murderer behind this is the difficult problem.
After thinking for a moment, Fujiwara Izaya finished a can of Coke and asked the Suzuki Police Department: "Does Hideki Kitahara have any enemies?"
"This kind of prodigal young master has many enemies..." Police Suzuki smiled bitterly, holding his hands on the table, "It's only been four months this year, and he's been in trouble three times for fighting. Who knows how many people he's offended.
"
"Is there anyone else in his family?"
"There is a brother on the way here. Well, I need to tell you about this." Suzuki Police Department bent down and pulled out a personal file from the computer. "This is his brother's information. Take a look."
Fujiwara Izaya read the entire document in detail.
Compared to his younger brother, this brother named Kitahara Takaki is much more powerful. He is a genius student from the Keio Department of Architecture. He has won many awards in the construction industry in school. As soon as he graduated, he immediately took over his family's construction company and started running the business.
Gotta thrive.
"Kitahara Hideki's friends seem to have mentioned something," Police Suzuki said, "Kitahara Hideki used to be an optimist and a confident person, but since his brother was admitted to Keio University, he has become cynical.
It’s starting to get messed up.”
"I'm not interested in hearing about other people's family affairs." Fujiwara Izaya said with his head in his hands, soothing his muscles and bones.
At this time, a man in his mid-twenties walked in from outside the tent. He was not very tall, wearing a gray suit with broad shoulders, a white shirt, a dark gray silk tie, and shiny black leather shoes.
Shiny.
This is none other than Hideki Kitahara's brother, Takaki Kitahara, the president of Kitahara Architectural Design Office.
"Mr. Kitahara, come here." Suzuki Police Department waved.
"Hello." Kitahara Takaki bowed before walking over and listening to Suzuki Police Department briefly introduce the case to him.
Fujiwara Izaya noticed that although his clothes and hair were neat, his eyes were dry, swollen and lifeless like those of a patient with long-term insomnia.
"We received an urgent notification from our colleagues and arrived at the crime scene at 4:15 this morning..." After briefly explaining what happened, Police Suzuki rubbed his nose, "The murderer of your brother is probably not a human being."
If you are an ordinary person, hearing this kind of words, you will probably think that the police are talking nonsense.
But Kitahara Takaki's expression was as calm as if he knew there was a ghost. He just took a deep breath, and then lowered his head slumped, his eyes seemed to be checking the luster of the leather shoes on his feet.
Fujiwara Izaya was a little curious about his reaction.
Even if they knew there was a ghost, a normal person's first reaction would be to ask the police for help in catching the murderer, but this gentleman seemed to have accepted his fate and allowed his energy and energy to drain out of his body little by little without struggling at all.
There is definitely a problem.
"Hello, Mr. Kitahara," Fujiwara Izaya stepped forward and introduced himself, "I am Fujiwara Izaya, the priest of Asakusa Shrine. I will take over this case from now on."
Kitahara Takaki looked up at him: "Hello Master Fujiwara."
Hoarseness in throat.
The voice lacks ups and downs, is monotonous, and has no emotion.
"What problem did you encounter?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
Kitahara Takaki was silent for a few seconds and shook his head: "It's nothing, thank you Master for your concern."
The Suzuki police officer glanced at Fujiwara Izaya and knew that he had something to do, so he immediately turned around and got out of the tent, thoughtfully zipped up the door curtain, and then stood guard at the door.
In the darkened tent, Kitahara Takaki frowned with something bad.
Fujiwara Izaya didn't say a word, he just rolled his neck and pinched his phalanges.
"You don't mean to fight..."
Before he finished speaking, Kitahara Takaki's vision was instantly eroded by extreme darkness.
It's like being in a black hole. You can't identify anything tangible, including your own body. You can't even feel that something exists. There's just black nothingness.
"you……"
Kithara Hideki opened his mouth but was speechless.
My throat was so dry that it was smoking, and it was difficult to even swallow.
A hopeless sense of oppression came over him, and his shirt was soaked with cold sweat, almost dripping with water. He felt as if he was being pressed tightly by a mountain, unable to make any movement with his limbs.
"Mr. Kitahara, I hope you can help me honestly."
After saying that, Fujiwara Izaya removed the pressure from his body and stretched out his hand forward.
The darkness fades.
The feeling of oppression fades away.
Kitahara Takaki took several deep breaths as if he had just emerged from the bottom of the water.
A sense of joy for the rest of his life after the festival enveloped him, and the small ray of sunlight that filtered through the tent curtain seemed to him like the first ray of sunlight shining through the window screen in the early morning.
"Mr. Kitahara," Fujiwara Izaya said with a kind smile on his face, "did you hear clearly what I just said?"
Looking at the young man's hand stretched out in front of his eyes and the naked threat on his face, after a moment of silence, Kitahara Takaki hesitantly stretched out his hand and shook hands with Fujiwara Izaya.