Officer Megure looked at President Okiyu who was tied up like a rice dumpling. He felt his eyebrows swelled even more, and his thoughts were flying uncontrollably. Could it be that he had a talent for cultivation?
Mouri Kogoro weakly explained the reason, and Officer Megure could only sigh tiredly.
Now that the update is over, the various traces on the body can no longer be explained clearly. What should be written in the file when the time comes? What should I do if the family asks for verification or even makes a complaint? I really can’t explain it!
But Mr. Hanyu... Master is also kind-hearted, and he brought it up when he saw that he had no other solution. How should he solve it?
The four men looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes, and Mao Lilan stood quietly aside as an audience.
In the end, it was Hanyu Qing'an who felt embarrassed and spoke first. After all, this mess was all caused by him, even though he had good intentions.
"Well, this spell will expire when dawn comes, so there is no need to worry about the undead, living dead, zombies, etc."
He had said this before. Officer Megure and Mouri Kogoro nodded, while President Oki Yu struggled even harder. He didn't know it before, and he didn't want to die!
"After the spell expires, everything will return to its original state, and the traces formed on the deceased during this period should be no different from the real corpse after death. This should be easy to distinguish during the autopsy whether it was caused before death or after death.
caused."
Officer Megu's brows didn't relax at all. They must be responsible for abnormal marks on the body after death. And that's what they said, such as cadaver spots and rigor mortis. If the deceased moved around like this, he would definitely not be able to look back.
Already...
"If that doesn't work, then Officer Mu can bring up my matter a little bit with the necessary people, as long as it doesn't spread to a large area."
In fact, Hanyu Qing'an figured it out when he knew about his golden finger. As long as he used it, this kind of thing could not be hidden from others. The only difference was how many people knew about it.
Moreover, if it is just hearsay, almost no one will believe it, and it will only be regarded as an urban legend. Even those who have seen it with their own eyes may suspect it is false, and even try to explain it through science.
Officer Megure's face was solemn, he stood up straight and looked at Hanyu Qing'an with respect, "Thank you, Master Hanyu, for your understanding!"
This was not only because of Hanyu Qingyasu's statement that he was willing to convince his superiors about something that was obviously not accessible to small people, but also because of what he said to the murderer before.
The police in Japan are all aggrieved, and the police in Tokyo are the worst among them.
Officer Megure hesitated to speak. He wanted to say that if he turned around and thought he was talking nonsense, how should he verify it? If he asked his superiors to go to the crime scene to see with his own eyes, would it embarrass Master Hanyu?
Hanyu Kiyosu seemed to have read through his mind and said: "If you encounter a difficult case next time and need the deceased to speak, you can ask Detective Mori to call me together."
Officer Megure understood instantly and nodded gratefully. Mouri Kogoro also understood that he was still remembering the previous cooperation agreement and did not abandon him directly.
The three people's matter was settled and they were having a good conversation. The body of the person involved, who was tied up like a mummy, was struggling desperately. Didn't these people avoid talking about how to dispose of their bodies?
What a bully!
"Okay, now let's talk about your affairs."
Hanyu Qing'an turned to look at President Okiyu. He was probably too involved when he used the "word spirit" (mouth gun) to force the murderer to surrender. Now his eyes and tone were a bit fierce. President Okiyu was attracted by him.
His eyes swept over and he immediately became quiet.
After all, this master is genuine, and he is the best proof now.
In the shopping mall, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and adapting to the situation are all basic skills. Although President Omuyu is ruthless, he still knows the current affairs.
Mouri Kogoro untied the bedsheets for him. He didn't suddenly get violent or anything, he just looked at Hanyu Qing'an expectantly.
Hanyu Kiyosu took out the folding fan again, opened it, and transformed into a professional Onmyoji skin - blue hunting suit.
"Wake you up so that you can speak out, so that you will not fall into the devil's way with obsession, and help you bring the murderer to justice. Then before dawn, you will still have time to deal with the funeral affairs that you have not had the chance to explain before. I have fully demonstrated
I have accepted my sincerity, now it’s your turn.”
His tone was cold, just like his face, and the blue light in his eyes made President Omuyu afraid to express his anger.
In this state, Hanyu Qingan is a bit more cold and majestic than his usual gentleness.
President Okiyu was in a daze for a while, and then suddenly stood up, which startled Mouri Kogoro. However, he did not make any dangerous moves. He just turned over and stood on the bed, pulling away the decorative painting hanging on the wall beside the bed, revealing
An electronic code safe.
The fingerprints, iris, password, and three layers of protection were uncovered one by one, revealing a hidden space. President Omu reached out to take out the wooden box inside, respectfully placed his hands in front of Hanyu Qing'an, and opened it.
Gold bars, diamonds, and jewelry were eye-catching. Mao Lilan couldn't help but cover her mouth to avoid screaming. When she saw shiny things, her reaction was no different from that of an ordinary girl.
He turned back and took out two password boxes from inside, opened them, and found that they were full of Fukuzawa Yukichi, 10,000 yen each, and a stack of one hundred yen, stuffed to the brim.
"Are these enough?" President Ogiyu asked carefully. His stooped and fat waist, coupled with a somewhat funny and stiff smile to please, looked very strange.
This time it was Hanyu Qing'an's turn to be stunned, and then he suddenly realized that he hadn't said that he was here to bury him, right?
It has been misunderstood, which is not good.
Hanyu Qing'an took out a business card from his sleeve and handed it to him, "That's enough. The cost of a funeral is not that high. Currently, the most expensive package only costs 20 million yen."
Hanyu Qingan glanced at the contents of the box lightly, and then added a zero to his quotation, which happened to be the amount of cash, 10 million yen for one box and 20 million yen for two boxes. It was a coincidence.
Generally speaking, Japanese people are accustomed to Buddhist burials and believe that people become Buddhas after death. This is also the most common and formal funeral.
The entire funeral process includes steps such as welcoming the body, placement of the body, wake, farewell ceremony, cremation, etc. In addition, the monk is asked to chant sutras and pray for salvation. The price of the complete package is about 1.4 million yen (about 80,000 yuan).
Among them, the venue fee, altar fee, body transportation fee, etc. are about 500,000 yen. The average cost of food and drink at the funeral is 500,000 yen. Asking the abbot and his assistant to recite sutras costs about 100,000 yen, plus other trivial expenses.
Hanyu Kiyosu collected the whole thing first, with a basic fee of 2 million yen, a package fee of 2 million yen for twelve N cards to appear, a one million yen fee for the one-eyed monk with an R card to appear, and a 1,000 yen fee for the appearance of the SR Snow Girl's atmosphere.
Thousands of yen.
In addition to the basic fee, I added a zero to everything, plus my own appearance fee, which was not included in the first place, five million yen, and I made up an easy-to-remember figure, 20 million yen.
"This..." President Omuyu looked at the business card in his hand with a confused look on his face, and felt a little embarrassed.
Hanyu Qing'an frowned slightly, and he suddenly intensified it? It seemed a bit too much. The cost of a funeral was only two million yen, and he made a net income of 18 million yen.