Chapter four hundred and forty-four Tsushima Shuji: Are you playing pretty fancy?
Midorikawa Muya saw a face among the cowherds that he had seen on Tsushima Shuji's cell phone not long ago.
Members of the organization codenamed Moscato...
The Godfather of the Italian Mafia…
At that time, Cao told them that Moscato had gotten tired of being the godfather and might have gone to Neon just to be a cowherd.
Bourbon and Scotland were still puzzled.
However, when I saw Moscato standing in the area belonging to the Cowherd, his aura was fully aroused as if he was the leader, and he wanted to scream to let everyone notice his appearance...
Scotland: Very cowherd.
No sense of inconsistency.
Midorikawa Mu's eyes only glanced briefly and then withdrew his gaze. To outsiders, it seemed that he did not cast unnecessary glances at anyone.
The guests were all women wearing fashionable clothes.
And most of them are women over thirty years old.
More than half are married women, some are divorced women, and only a small number are unmarried.
They all look at the level of ordinary people.
They didn't seem frightened, but kept complaining to the police.
They said that the police were too slow and asked them to find the murderer quickly. They also wanted to continue playing with the Cowherds.
Could it be that the police are really so useless that they can't even find the murderer?
Officer Megure listened to their speeches with a serious face. He wanted to refute but didn't know how to refute.
So I had to look away.
When he saw Shuji Tsushima, Officer Megure showed a rescued look in his eyes.
"Brother Tsushima, you are finally here." Officer Megure left the suspect's area in a few steps and came to Shuji Tsushima, breathing a sigh of relief.
"I didn't expect to see you, Officer Megure, here. I thought you should be busy arresting the guy who... hit the police twice in the face." The black-haired boy looked surprised.
Officer Megure:...it hurts...it hurts my heart.
I really want to catch that guy! But the arrest operation, which can be called a carpet search, has not found anyone.
It is impossible for me to really run around looking for people in person. Finding people is all done by the auxiliary police.
He can only wait for others to provide clues and results.
"Ahem, let's not talk about that anymore." Officer Memu coughed and waved his hand.
"Brother Tsushima, look here." Officer Megure pointed to the ordinary sofa.
With the cowherd, guests, and police standing on both sides, the only person sitting on the sofa stood out.
and……
Shuji Tsushima looked at the corpse on the sofa with an expressionless expression.
Yes, corpse.
The other party was wearing a white shirt and a black suit jacket, and the chest of the white shirt was stained red with blood.
He had black hair, his head lowered, and his hands hanging limply on both sides.
Midorikawa Mu looked at the corpse and then at Tsushima Shuji.
His expression became extremely complex.
Because the corpse's appearance can be said to be exactly the same as Tsushima Shuji's.
Even his right eye and hands were wrapped in bandages.
"The deceased is the cowherd of this club. His nickname is William. He was also the top player in the club before, because... the other party is famous for playing you, Brother Tsushima." Officer Megure listened to Officer Takagi's report with a particularly complicated expression.
, and finally hesitantly turned to Tsushima Shuji.
Shuji Tsushima: ...Someone who plays me can become the top...
But I am prohibited from entering such a place because I am underage...
"It is said that there are many cowherds who play the role of Tsushima brother, and they are all very popular..." Officer Megure looked at Tsushima Shuji's expression and continued.
Brother Tsushima doesn't seem to have any reaction...
Shouldn't you be scared?
This kind of adult world thing...
And also as a person being acted out...
"Hey... I'm really popular." The black-haired boy said in a cold tone, with unclear meaning.
"But I hate this kind of behavior."
"The thought of someone using my name to defraud ladies of their money and feelings makes me sick." The black-haired boy had an expressionless face and a cold tone.
Shuji Tsushima: As long as I'm not underage, you fakers won't be able to do this! The top spot must be mine!
"Tsu...Brother Tsushima..." Officer Megure had a complicated expression.
Could it be starting again? His personality changed drastically during reasoning?!
"I would be very sad that ladies are actually willing to spend money on fakes." The black-haired boy lowered his eyes, his eyelashes cast a shadow, and he looked fragile.
"Those guys are nothing compared to you! Please don't be sad!"
"You are the high sun, the bright moon, and the dazzling stars. They cannot compare with you at all."
Someone among the female guests on the side said loudly.
Shuji Tsushima: That’s very good, I’ll continue next time.
but……
"No one will do something without a market." The black-haired boy lowered his eyes and said coldly.
There are people pretending to be him to pick up customers, which proves that there is indeed a market, and there are indeed many customers willing to pay for it.
Let's go back and talk to Butler Tanaka.
"Was the cause of death due to poisoning?" Shuji Tsushima asked Officer Megure.
"Ah, yes, yes." Officer Megure nodded.
"However, the police have searched everyone present and found no poison on them..." Officer Megure sounded confused.
"Including the deceased Cowherd's guests..." Officer Megure looked at a woman in the crowd.
Shuji Tsushima glanced at the other party.
Well, he was one of the people who praised him loudly just now.
No wonder he became the guest of the deceased.
"Miss, can you plead guilty?" Tsushima Shuji looked at the other party and asked softly.
"The necklace is very beautiful." The young man's kite-colored left eye glanced at the necklace on the other person's neck and said.
A golden, oval-shaped necklace that can hold photos.
Of course, you can also put other things.
The reason why Shuji Tsushima wanted the other party to come forward is also very simple. He didn't want to explain so much to the police.
Wouldn't it be simpler if the murderer himself stood up and told the reason and method of the murder?
"The beauty of the soul is more important than the appearance, what do you think, Miss?" the black-haired boy asked again.
"Please." He smiled and looked at the other person.
The kite-colored left eye has a charming and charming look.
"It's really great to see me..." the female guest said with a satisfied expression as she reached out and held the pendant of the necklace.
"That fake... pretends to be nothing like him!!! He said disgusting things like my arrow will hit your heart..." She turned around and showed an angry look.
"President Tsushima, you would never say such a thing!"
"What's more, the actors are very similar...it's obviously nothing like them at all!" he complained loudly.
"President Tsushima, you would not cheat us of our money, you would not say such disgusting and sweet lines, and you would not look at us with that look..."
"President Tsushima, you... don't know people like me." He finally said in a disappointed tone.