Chapter 25 Fingerprints of the Fourth Person
"I don't know what you are talking about." Fushimi Lu looked calm.
"I'm different from other criminal police officers. I'm not good at finding evidence. I'm only good at forging evidence."
He took off his glasses, his one eye as sharp as an eagle: "So, my crime detection rate has always been maintained at 100%... Do you understand what this means?"
He leaned forward, looked down at Fushimi Shika, stretched out a finger, and poked Fushimi Shika's heart: "Either if I catch you, you will take two lives, be sentenced to a heavy sentence, and go to jail." ; Or, if you turn yourself in and confess, you will only bear one life, and your sentence will be reduced as appropriate.”
This is Kazama Takusai's usual trick. After surveying the scene, he will lock in one or two rough suspects and threaten them one-on-one to bluff a confession.
One thing that is quite strange about Japanese criminal law is that the suspect’s confession will be presented to the court as evidence of conviction. Even if key evidence is missing, prosecutors will turn a blind eye as long as the person involved pleads guilty.
This trick has worked well for Kazama Takusai. Through his keen intuition and precise judgment, he can identify the suspect at the first time - so far, he has only made a few mistakes.
The prisoners have just committed a crime and are under great psychological pressure. Most of them will confess within ten minutes; even if they grit their teeth and resist, flaws will be revealed in their expressions.
Kazama Takusai counted down in his mind. He observed Fushimi Shika and guessed how long the opponent could resist.
After a moment, Fushimi Deer stretched out his hands with his wrists facing up.
"Please." He smiled.
There was silence in the ward, except for the ticking of the bottle.
"Are you planning to confess?" Kazama Takusai asked.
"Why should I admit something I didn't do?" Fushimi Shika asked.
Kazama Takusai was silent for a moment and sat up straight: "Where were you when the crime happened?"
"In the auditorium." Fushimi Shika said.
"What happened then?" Kazama Takusai asked.
"I don't remember."
"Don't remember?"
"Well, I don't remember." Fushimi Shika repeated calmly.
"Are you going to make some lame excuses, such as temporary amnesia caused by a concussion?" Kazama Takusai's tone became aggressive.
"Who knows, maybe." Fushimi Shika's expression remained unchanged: "By the way, I want to hire a lawyer."
"What, did you finally reveal your guilty conscience?" Kazama Takusai raised his eyebrows.
"I hired a lawyer not to defend myself, but to prosecute you."
Fushimi Shika crossed his fingers and raised them in front of his chest: "As a police officer, you violated Article 319 of the Japanese Criminal Procedure Code by physically threatening the suspect. At the same time, you claimed that you wanted to forge evidence to put me in jail, which violated the Japanese Criminal Code." The crime of extorting confessions by torture and the crime of abuse of power.”
He stretched out his hand and poked Kazama Takusai's chest: "If I win the case, you will probably be sentenced to imprisonment or imprisonment for not less than one year but not more than three years."
Kazama Takusai showed a look of disgust.
This time he was silent for a longer time. The one eye seemed to penetrate Fushimi Lu's eyes and penetrate into Fushimi Lu's brain to explore the truth.
"You remind me of a very annoying guy." Kazama Takusai said.
"Is he as handsome as me?" Fushimi Shika asked.
"Also narcissistic."
Kazama Takusai stood up and asked him to leave his fingerprints on the seal card, and then said: "Enjoy your sick leave. In the next twenty days, you will not have the chance to talk to me so leisurely."
Fushimi Shika knew what he meant. The maximum period the police can detain a suspect for the purpose of a search is 20 days. Within this time limit, police must decide whether to charge or release.
In order to make the data look good on paper, some Japanese criminal police will use torture to extract confessions. Once inside, the suspect has no ability to resist. There are many ways to extract confessions without leaving any scars, such as exposing them to strong light, depriving them of sleep, depriving them of food and water... Kazama Takusai has already determined that Fushimi Shika is the murderer, and there will always be a way to make him talk.
Yes, the way Japanese criminal police handled cases in the 1990s was so rough.
After Kazama Takusai left, he asked his subordinates to strictly guard him and not allow anyone to visit. At the same time, he was careful to prevent the suspect from committing suicide or escaping.
Yuan Yuzi followed him and kept asking questions. Kazama Takusai did not answer, but said: "Go back and change your clothes first."
"But..."
"Gather at one o'clock in the morning," Kazama Takusai glanced at his watch: "I will pick you up at the school gate and treat it as an internship to handle cases."
Yuan Yuzi was overjoyed and thanked him profusely.
Although this uncle looks scary, he is actually a kind and gentle man at heart!
Watanabe Jun stood behind Kazama Takusai, watching Minamoto Tamako running away and disappearing around the corner of the corridor. Then he whispered: "Boss, it turns out you like this type. No wonder you don't go to every social gathering... ”
"I have a daughter." Kazama Takusai interrupted.
"Eh?! It's true, this is the first time I heard you say it!" Watanabe Jun was surprised.
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"Her character is very similar to my daughter's. I don't want her to take detours," Kazama Takusai put on his shading sunglasses and said with a sideways glance: "Besides, she is that lady's child... Just forget it if you gossip in front of me. If others hear it, you won’t be able to keep your job.”
"Which lady?" Watanabe Jun scratched his head again.
"Police Inspector, Genji, our immediate boss's immediate boss." Kazama Takusai reminded.
"Why don't you just say your name?" Watanabe Jun asked.
Because Kazama Takusai also forgot her name, he just had a rough impression. When he went to report on his work, he saw a photo of mother and daughter on the other party's desk, so he recognized Yuan Yuzi.
"Ask less, knowing too much is not good for you." Kazama Takusai said.
Watanabe Jun suddenly felt awe-inspiring, thinking that he was indeed the boss, and his words and deeds were always spotless!
The two went back to the police station, and Kazama Takusai submitted Fushimi Shika's fingerprints. Half an hour later, the forensics class issued an on-site report. Kazama Takusai poured himself a cup of coffee, sipping it while reading.
After a while, his fingers froze, he called the forensics teacher, pointed to a certain page of the report and asked: "Is this correct?"
The forensics instructor pushed up his glasses and said, "It's definitely true. Fingerprint extraction is the most basic of basics!"
"I know, but what does it mean that it doesn't match?" Kazama Takusai tapped the paper with his fingers: "The fingerprints of the two deceased people and one suspect at the scene don't match?"
"Yes." The forensics instructor nodded.
"Are you sure it's not a forgery?" Kazama Takusai asked.
"No, forging fingerprints will leave glue marks."
"Whose fingerprints are on that gun?" Kazama Takusai asked again.
"How do I know this?" the forensics class member complained: "Isn't it your job to find suspects?"
Kazama Takusai was inexplicably surprised, thinking to himself, could I have made a mistake?
No, that's not right.
After the suspect committed the crime, he used the deceased's mobile phone to call major newspapers, so reporters arrived at the scene before him;
At the same time, the words "God's Punishment" were left in blood on the scene, indicating that the suspect has a strong psychological quality and a certain anti-social tendency, just like the guy lying in the ward... This kind of person is not from the vegetable market. Carrot, two psychopaths appeared in the same case at the same time. How could it be such a coincidence?
However, the fingerprints of the fourth person on the pistol are solid evidence.
What is going on?
Kazama Takusai pinched his eyebrows and fell into deep thought.
(End of chapter)