Chapter 124 Violent Interrogation
The murder took place in Sugamo Apartment. The reporter was a resident of the apartment. He said he heard a couple arguing, and then someone jumped to his death. The Jiaoban patrol officers were the first to arrive at the scene of the crime and formed a cordon around the corner of the building. Forensic officers followed closely behind, holding up cameras to take photos and collect evidence.
The criminal police officers from the police station arrived belatedly. Two criminal police officers and a patrol officer were working together to handle the case. One of them was carrying a travel bag half a person's height. It looked heavy, and he didn't know what was inside.
The three of them climbed over the cordon. Fushimi Lu looked unhappy and said as he walked: "Why do you have to let me carry it?"
"My police rank is higher than yours, and I am working as a detective." Kazama Takusai cited this again.
"I can't carry it." Yuan Yuzi said confidently.
Fushimi Shika sighed. He was too lazy to complain about why he brought a child to the crime scene... In four or five years, the famous detective Death, the elementary school student Ke, will appear. When the era of reasoning where the gods fight, the murder scene will appear. It’s no surprise to anyone, since the detectives are just the backdrop anyway.
The body was located at the foot of the wall of the apartment building. It was wearing a suit and trousers. It lay limply in the snow. It died tragically. The dark red blood was like syrup on shaved ice. Fushimi Shika didn't turn his backpack around to prevent Taira Sakurako from seeing something he shouldn't.
"Well, the deceased was probably in his fifties and looked like an office worker. Since it was a couple quarreling, it shouldn't be difficult to find out his identity..."
Minamoto Tamako took out the small notebook she carried with her and took notes while talking. When she turned her head, she saw Senior Kazama's face was sullen and his expression was particularly solemn.
"What?" Fushimi Lu put his hands in his pockets. He noticed something strange about Kazama Takusai: "Do you know this person?"
Kazama Takusai didn't answer, he just said "let's take notes" and hurriedly walked into the corridor.
"Senior Kazama is so weird today. Has he been like this all this time?" Even Minamoto Tamako could tell that something was wrong with him.
"Maybe she's on her period," Fushimi Lu said casually.
"Huh? Boys also have menstrual periods?" Yuan Yuzi was stunned.
"Yes, boys are always in a bad mood for a few days every month..." Fushimi Lu said as he walked backwards and turned the corner of the apartment.
He took out his police officer ID card, held the word "internship" between his fingers, waved it in front of the patrol officers, and ordered them to visit the residents of the apartment and take notes. The patrol officers looked embarrassed, but they said nothing and went into the apartment building to visit.
"How can you leave your work to others?" Yuan Yuzi crossed her arms and asked with a frown: "They go to visit, what do you do?"
Fushimi Lu originally wanted to fish, but he couldn't say it openly, so he simply lied and said that he planned to interrogate the person who reported the crime.
Hearing this, Yuan Yuzi's face softened slightly.
During this time, she had been suspecting that Fushimi Lu had no intention of seriously investigating the case, and maybe he didn't even pay attention to the matter of his first training. Now that Fushimi Lu was finally willing to do something practical, she wouldn't have zero points on her resume, which made her feel a little relieved.
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On the other side, Kazama Takusai walked quickly upstairs, taking two steps at a time.
Seeing his menacing approach, the residents watching the excitement closed their windows and doors. He did not knock on the door one by one, nor did he stop passers-by for questioning. Instead, he walked up to the fourth floor with a clear purpose, clenched his fist and knocked on the iron door of Room 1-35.
There are no peepholes in the old-fashioned apartment building, and a woman's crying voice came from inside the house: "Who is it?"
"Police!" Kazama Takusai shouted in a low voice. With a creak, the door opened a crack, and a middle-aged woman with a haggard face was leaning against the door. Her eyes were red and she was crying. The two looked at each other. Kazama Takusai had a complicated expression. He opened his mouth to say something, but finally took out his police officer ID card and blocked the photo and name on the ID card with his fingers: "Interpol."
The middle-aged woman took off the safety chain, her lips trembling, and begged the police to help her find Marujiro.
Marujiro is her dog. She has been with her for many years and has a deep affection. She takes Marujiro out for a walk every night. After returning home tonight, she took a nap and woke up to find that Marujiro was missing... Her poor Marujiro was missing!
The middle-aged woman was chattering and crying: "Gone... My Marujiro is gone... He is very attached to me and will never run around. Someone must have captured him... If something happens to him, how should I live..."
Kazama Takusai ignored her and walked straight into the door.
There are two bedrooms and one living room inside. The area is not large and the furniture seems a bit crowded. Kazama Takusai looked around. There was an old TV set by the wall, and the flowers on the coffee table were withered. His eyes fell on a video recorder.
When I opened it, I saw that the videos were all of dogs, growing from a ball of fluffy balls to a large dog half as tall as a man, all recorded.
Kazama Takusai swiped the screen and found the video taken today. After clicking it, the screen shook and flashed, accompanied by a woman's voice: "Marujiro, it's time to take a shower today...Marujiro?"
Then, the screen began to shake violently. After a while, the angle of view was fixed, probably because the woman casually dropped the video recorder on the tatami. She was like crazy, rummaging around the house and shouting, but she never got a response.
Soon, a middle-aged man in a suit came back. He took off his coat and untied his tie. He was about to go back to the room to rest, but he was grabbed by his red-eyed wife.
The two started to quarrel. The middle-aged woman seemed to have a broken string in her head. She yelled hysterically and kept asking where Marujiro was and where he went. The middle-aged man didn't say anything back. He had a look on his face. Tired, constantly saying that I don’t know, who cares...
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At this time, the middle-aged woman seemed to hear something, and her screams suddenly stopped. She stiffened her face and listened carefully: "I heard... it was Marujiro's cry! Marujiro -" she shouted , ran out. The middle-aged man quickly followed and closed the door.
This is followed by a long still frame.
Kazama Takusai pressed the fast forward button, and ten minutes later, the middle-aged woman came back. She was devastated, as if her bones had been knocked out, and she slumped on the sofa, motionless, crying silently. She didn't respond until Kazama Takusai knocked on the door.
"I'm talking to you! Are you listening?! One or two, all of them are like this. I've already begged you, can't you respond seriously?!" The middle-aged woman grabbed the video recorder with her hands. , cried and asked.
"Does this matter have anything to do with Kamei Yurō?" Kazama Takusai asked.
The middle-aged woman's eyes widened. She shook her head hastily and stepped back step by step. She cried and said that her son was on a business trip. This matter had nothing to do with her son. It was she who pushed her husband downstairs... Kazama Takusai Ayumu Step by step, he asked Kamei Yurō where he was now, when he went on a business trip, and when he last saw him.
The middle-aged woman collapsed. She howled and sobbed like a fish about to die of thirst: "Don't push me anymore...Don't ask me...I'm already in pain, please..."
The muscles on Kazama Takusai's face were cold and hard, and his masseter muscles were tense. He grabbed the middle-aged woman's arm and pushed her down on the sofa. Then he took out the phone book he carried with him, put it on the woman's chest, and punched her hard in the heart.
The crying stopped suddenly.
The woman opened her mouth, her eyes were about to burst, and her saliva spurted out. She gasped for air like a dying dog.
"Where are they?" Kazama Takusai asked one word at a time.
(End of chapter)