Chapter 87: Jet Killer Shun Watanabe
"On the wall at the crime scene, the murderer left the words "Heavenly Punishment" in blood..."
"This brutal case triggered strange reactions among some special groups. Local violent gang members, punk men and women, and street delinquent teenagers seemed to regard the murderer as some kind of spiritual totem..."
"They relished the bloody words "Heavenly Punishment" scrawled by the murderer on the wall, as if they found the so-called "resistance spirit" and "unruly symbol" from this crazy move..."
"These groups began to spread distorted interpretations of the case on the streets. Some even imitated the murderer's behavior and graffitied similar words on some abandoned buildings in an attempt to show their "rebellion" and "uniqueness""
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"The police stated that they are working hard to solve the case, not only to bring the murderer to justice, but also to control and guide these groups who are adversely affected and have extreme behavioral tendencies. This kind of beautification of violence and crime is not advisable , the people should jointly resist this distorted values and maintain social harmony and tranquility..."
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The writing style of this report was quite official, and there was no reporter's signature on it.
Some important news is sorted out and selected through multiple department and editorial meetings before being published. The reporter's name will be removed to maximize the newspaper's stance and views and erase the reporter's personal color.
Fushimi Shikama knew without guessing that this report was probably written by Momo Yazaki. It was mentioned that the patrol police in front of Sugamo Station were "doing their duty", but it was due to the negligence of individual criminal police officers that the tragedy occurred.
The Tokyo Criminal News newspaper where she works is the mouthpiece of the Metropolitan Police Department. Naturally, she can't cheat on people, make false claims, or exaggerate the supernatural. The entire report did not mention the victim or the progress of the case. While clearing the ground for the criminal police department, it criticized Sugamo District's "unhealthy folk customs". This was purely to deflect conflicts.
"Yes, we were commended." Watanabe Jun was very proud.
Morimu Yalan glanced at him sideways: "What does it have to do with you? This is entirely due to Minamoto Tamako. Fushimi-kun also worked hard, and you are the only one who is causing trouble for Kouban."
Watanabe Jun couldn't be happy anymore.
Kazama Takusai put down his wine glass and took advantage of the situation to make up for it:
"To be honest, you were just lucky to be released. The guy you beat was Yakuza. It can be considered that you were under emergency arrest. All the residents who gave unfavorable testimony against you were dead, and no one was charged. The prosecutor just Give up the appeal. Of course, internal punishment will definitely be necessary, and the director will deduct two months of your salary.”
Watanabe Jun murmured for a long time, unable to refute.
It seems that as a senior, he still has a long way to go if he wants to become a role model for the younger generations...
Minamoto Tamako said subconsciously: "According to this, wouldn't Senior Watanabe become the biggest beneficiary of the Sugamo Apartment Massacre?"
As soon as these words came out, the office fell into dead silence, only the sound of oden cooking was heard.
Everyone looked at each other, and then all turned their attention to Watanabe Jun.
"Pfft hahahahahahahaha!!" Morimu Yalan slapped the table and laughed, the flower branches trembled, and she burst into tears.
Kazama Takusai couldn't help but laugh, the nasolabial folds on his face stretched out, and he followed Yuan Yuzi's words and continued to joke: "Indeed, Ajun also had a physical conflict with the deceased, no matter how you look at it, there is a strong suspicion! ”
"Hahahaha! No, stop talking, I'm going to die laughing..."
Morimu Yalan suddenly stopped smiling and put on a ferocious expression: "I am the serial murderer Toshiye Watanabe! Please call me the Jethead Killer!" After saying this, she laughed at herself, holding her stomach and leaning forward and back.
Fushimi Shikama smiled and said nothing, and put the freshly roasted wagyu into the bowl.
Gentamako realized that she had said the wrong thing and quickly apologized to Watanabe-senpai.
Watanabe Jun looked depressed and waved his hand to show that he didn't care.
I don’t know if the director and boss believe in his character too much, or if they just despise his intimidation from the bottom of their hearts... Watanabe Jun vaguely feels that the latter is more likely, otherwise they would not laugh so cheerfully. .
The atmosphere is getting warmer and warmer, and the office is filled with happy air.
The drunkenness was enough, and the timing was right. After the seniors had laughed at Watanabe Shun, it was time to laugh at Minamoto Tamako.
This guy was holding the head of a plane while he was eating. When the five of them sat down, her head was the only one that was a little taller and swaying, making it difficult not to notice. Everyone else could see that Minamoto Tamako's self-confidence was severely damaged and she was deeply hit, and she needed to make up for her appearance. If he confessed the truth to her, she would definitely be frustrated again, and she might even be devastated.
This is like the emperor's new clothes. Anyone who exposes it will be a heinous sinner.
Except for Watanabe Shun, the three of them were looking at each other. No one mentioned the hairstyle, and they didn't dare to look at Minamoto Tamako, for fear that they would not be able to hold back their laughter. Occasionally, when their eyes meet, Moriki Yaran and Kazama Takuya will glance at each other vaguely, signaling Fushimi Shika to remind them. The latter kept pretending to be dumbfounded and pretended he didn't see it.
Now that he finally had the opportunity to speak the truth under the influence of alcohol, Kazama Takusai took the lead in charging. He squeezed his chest with his abdomen and burped, indicating that he was drunk. What he said after that was all drunken words: "Speaking of which, Okja, why are you thinking about keeping a plane head?”
Yuan Yuzi noticed something was wrong and immediately became nervous. She put down her chopsticks and stammered: "Because, because I want to look more imposing..."
"Well, how do you say this? Usually no girls have a plane nose, right?" Kazama Takusai turned to ask Morimu Yalan, trying to drag her into the water: "Right? Director, will you have a plane nose?"
"I don't know." Morimu Yalan lowered his head and pretended to continue reading the newspaper.
"Can it be said that this hairstyle is ridiculous?" Yuan Yuzi also burped, and her eyes were covered with mist.
In fact, she didn't need anyone else to remind her that something was wrong. But she was so eager to prove herself that she started to lie to herself.
"No! Of course not, it's actually quite impressive..."
Kazama Takusai scolded Jun Watanabe ten thousand times in his heart, and then said in a slower tone: "But then again, this hairstyle is not convenient for wearing a police hat, right? Patrol officers are different from criminal police officers. They need to wear police hats when on duty. Hat.”
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"Okay, it seems so." Yuan Yuzi said.
"Right? So, it's better to have a normal hairstyle." Kazama Takusai breathed a sigh of relief.
"Then let me wash off the hairspray..."
As he spoke, Yuan Yuzi stood up, suddenly staggered and almost fell to the ground.
Fortunately, Fushimi Luyan had quick hands and grabbed her, holding her little face and turning her around. Only then did she realize that this guy was as drunk as a monkey's ass.
He planned to ask the director to help deal with the aftermath, but when he turned around, he saw Kazama Takusai and Morimu Yalan both had expressions of "I have nothing to lose", obviously planning to imitate him in pretending to be stupid.
Fushimi Shika was silent for a moment and sighed. Anyway, he had almost eaten, so he helped Minamoto Tamako upstairs, intending to help her wash off the hairspray and throw her on the bed.
Once someone leaves, it means the party is over. The other three people had almost finished eating and dispersed, leaving Jun Watanabe to clean up the dishes.
In the dead of night, the faint sound of rushing water could be heard from the second floor.
Watanabe Jun worked hard to clean the table, still thinking about the director laughing at him. That Obasan really has a bad character. Maybe he is in menopause, so he likes to make fun of others...
Ta-ta-ta-ta.
There was a knock on the door.
Watanabe Shun secretly thought that he was unlucky. He wiped his hands, put on his police uniform, without even bothering to put on his police cap, walked to the front hall and opened the door.
There were two bald men standing outside, wearing low-quality blue jackets and with a large tattoo on the back of their head. Watanabe Jun asked them what they wanted, whether they were asking for directions or reporting a crime. The two looked at each other, and one of them asked: "Is Toshi Watanabe here?"
"I am, what's wrong?" Watanabe Jun asked.
As soon as he finished speaking, the two bald heads opened their arms from left to right, one of them punched his stomach with an uppercut, and the other stuffed a wet rag into his mouth. Before he could struggle, he smelled a strong smell of ether, and his vision suddenly spun.
The two of them put him into a sack and carried him into a van parked on the roadside. The driver stepped on the accelerator and sped away. The whole process took less than a minute.
(End of chapter)