Ke Xue: I picked up a bottle of sherry at the beginning.

When Shiratori Jinzaburo saw this, his eyes immediately became heart-shaped. He liked and admired Sato Miwako, but unfortunately Sato Miwako already had someone in her heart!

After being taught a lesson by Sato Miwako, Yukimura Genichi finally calmed down. Bullying the good and fearing the evil is ingrained in him.

"Whatever you say, further autopsy is impossible and I will not agree to it. If the police have doubts about the manner and cause of my mother's death, you can take other measures."

Before he finished speaking, the man turned and left without hesitation. He felt very embarrassed to be knocked down by a woman.

Bai Quanyi saw what happened in the office through the surveillance camera.

Bai Quanyi had already reviewed the case file and felt that this "insurance fraud case" was full of suspicious points. He decided to personally interrogate the suspect again.

274. Tokyo cannot be without a high school detective, Masumi Sera appears

So, Shiraizumi Mashi called Sato Miwako to help take the statement.

Bai Quanyi narrowed his eyes as he walked towards the interrogation room while flipping through the documents in his hand, and quickly reviewed the suspect's previous transcript in his mind.

In the interrogation room, a middle-aged man with a slicked-back hair was sitting in his seat wearing silver handcuffs. His eyes fell on Shiraizumi Masu who followed Sato in.

The straight blue suit was bulging with muscles, and large black-framed glasses were perched on the big and straight nose.

The middle-aged man was listless. Under Bai Quanyi's gaze, he gradually came to his senses.

Miwako Sato, who was in charge of recording, raised her eyes and clearly noticed that Harada Jun's statement was a little different from the last time.

"Mr. Harada, is it true that you cheated on your wife with a woman named Yukimura Emi and murdered someone to get insurance money?"

"I didn't kill anyone, officer."

"But judging from your bills, you seem to be in a debt crisis recently."

"This is only temporary, and I'm confident there's a way to remedy it. I don't need to resort to such a despicable method as murder to defraud huge insurance money to fill my hole. I haven't killed anyone, and I won't kill anyone. I respect the law, I—"

"Then did you cheat?" Shiraizumi Mashi stared at Harada and suddenly interrupted his explanation.

"..." Harada nodded in agreement.

"In other words, you cheated on the deceased Yukimura Emi during your marriage." Shiraizumi Mashi was already certain of this ironclad fact. "When did you start? And why did you get to know each other?"

"..."

Harada Jun pursed his lips, moved his handcuffed thumbs back and forth, and fell silent.

"You have to think clearly. It's in your best interest to confess in this situation. I'm a criminal police officer. I will keep your privacy confidential. You have nothing to hide."

Bai Quanyi sat up straight with a serious expression.

The burly man sitting opposite him looked gloomy and sighed deeply: "A year ago, Huimei and I met at the Milan Fashion Week a year ago."

Miwako Sato wrote quickly and recorded that "Jun Harada admitted that he had met the deceased a year ago..."

"When I first met her, she was haggard and seemed to be worried about something. But we hit it off right away, so we had sex in a hotel in Milan."

Harada Jun looked up, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. The bright white light made him feel as if he were in another world.

"I originally thought it was just an ordinary one-night stand until the next afternoon on the plane back to Japan, I saw her again, and she saw me again. Coincidentally, we were both connecting on the same flight."

"Then, you two got together smoothly? Does she know that you have a family and children?" Bai Quanyi asked.

"Yes, she knows I have a wife and a daughter. I also know she has a son and a daughter. My mind tells me that I shouldn't get too involved. Frankly speaking, people's emotions are sometimes uncontrollable."

Harada Jun's tone gradually became emotional as he recalled the past: "The relationship between my wife and I has been dull for a long time. At this time, Emi appeared in front of me, just like rekindling the fire of my dry wood. (ciac) I can't refuse everything she has done for me, everything she did without asking for anything in return.

She even gradually shifted her work focus to Tokyo for my sake, without seeking a formal marriage. She said she could quietly be my lover because she said she had let things go and was no longer the girl who yearned for marriage.

Shiraizumi Mashi nodded. He turned his head to glance at Sato Miwako who was taking notes. She had quickly recorded Harada Jun's words.

"Then, can you explain what the insurance purchased for the deceased Yukimura Emi is like?" Shiraizumi Masu asked.

"We had just met a year ago, and she said she loved me very much and didn't need any status from me, but I always had concerns in my heart.

So in order to express her love for me, she bought an accident insurance policy for herself and listed me as the beneficiary.

At that time, I hadn't yet encountered a debt crisis. You can check my financial situation. So my debt had absolutely nothing to do with Huimei's death."

As Harada Jun explained everything in detail, a timeline gradually emerged in Shiraizumi Masaru's mind.

The two fell in love a year ago. In order to express her love, the woman bought an accident insurance policy with the man as the beneficiary. After seven months of sweet love, the man encountered a debt crisis and the woman died at the airport.

Obviously, the man is a major suspect.

"Where were you from 7:00 a.m. to 12:00 p.m. on the day of the deceased's death? What did you do?"

"I'm at the company. I've been there the entire time, preparing materials for the afternoon video conference. People in my department can attest to that."

"Did the deceased call you to pick her up at the airport?"

"No, Huimei has always been very considerate and understanding. I just video-called her the night before and told her I had a meeting the next day and couldn't pick her up. She didn't say anything and even advised me to focus on work."

Baiquan Yi narrowed his eyes, watching every look and every little movement of Harada Jun to make sure whether he was lying.

"Believe me, officer, I'm telling the truth." The sturdy man who had confessed his extramarital affair slammed the handcuffs on the table and said sincerely, "I love Huimei, I love her very much. I would never kill her for a so-called insurance compensation."

"Mr. Harada, do your wife and daughter know that you had an affair with the deceased?" Sato Miwako interrupted.

"...I don't know." Harada Jun, who had just been lost in self-admiration, paused, his tone tinged with dejection. "They don't know. I think they must be very disappointed in me now."

"Yeah." Sato Miwako nodded and took note of his words...

After the questioning, the two men left the interrogation room and started a discussion.

"Sato, did Mrs. Harada and her daughter give statements? What were they doing at the time of the victim's death? Have you checked?"

"I have done so. I have also confirmed that Mrs. Harada and her daughter both had alibis for the deceased Yukimura Emi's estimated time of death."

知道上司在想些什么的佐藤美和子将早已经准备好的另一份文件从办公桌上抽出来递给了他：“根据别墅的安保监控显示，原田夫人及其女儿在案发当天的7:00至11:30分之间一直都在家里，期间在10:10分出来扔过一次生活垃圾。

After that, it was not until 1:21 pm that the mother and daughter went out together and parted ways at the gate of the villa.

"…" Bai Quanyi flipped through the documents, "Have you checked the fund account?"

"Fund account?" Sato Miwako was stunned, then shook her head.

She had never thought of this before.

"You suspect a murder for hire? That's impossible."

The deceased's expression and physical signs before death showed no signs of resistance, and he was even very calm.

No matter how you look at it, this looks like the crime was committed by someone you know. If a killer was hired, the deceased's physical signs wouldn't be so normal.

"It's a direction after all. Let Qianye investigate it." After closing the folder, Bai Quanyi gave an order.

"White Police Officer!"

A woman entered the Metropolitan Police Department office without permission and waved at Shiraizumi Masu.

By the way, the Metropolitan Police Department in the science world is not on guard against detectives and can enter at will.

As the pace of the approaching steps, the figure of a smartly dressed woman gradually came into his sight - short hair, brown T-shirt, blue hot pants, and a pair of black sunglasses on the collar.

"Why are you here again? You even changed your clothes... Who are you?" Bai Quanyi remembered that she had been here before in the surveillance footage.

"My name is Masumi Sera, and I'm a high school detective."

"Why haven't I heard of you before?"

"I only came to prominence after Kudo Shinichi disappeared."

"I see. A city as big as Tokyo really needs high school detectives."

After a brief moment of surprise, he extended his hand to her as a gesture of friendship: "But, Detective Sera, what are you doing at the Metropolitan Police Department again?"

"Officer Bai, I'm here to see you."

"Looking for me?"

"Yes. You are the person in charge of this case, right? I am here to deliver the materials on behalf of my client."

Zero/Six-Four-Seven-Four-Six Shirayoshi Shinjun raised the file bag in his hand and handed it to Shirazumi: "This contains all the financial transaction records of my client, his son, daughter-in-law, and even his granddaughter."

"Oh? You're quite thoughtful." Compared to Kudo Shinichi who speaks without hesitation, Sera Masumi seems particularly reliable.

Shiraizumi Masaru was concentrating on quickly browsing Sera Masumi's information while asking, "Why would Professor Harada hire a high school detective like you?"

"I took the initiative to find Professor Harada. As for the reason, it's confidential." Sera Masumi smiled slightly, revealing his little fangs.

"Detective Sera, the information you provided is very helpful. I have accepted it. Is there anything else?" asked Shiraizumi Masu.

"Me? I'm fine. I'm just waiting for Mr. Harada Jun to come out and take him home. According to the law, he has two hours to regain his freedom." Sera Masumi said cheerfully.

275. Sera Makoto's cute little tiger teeth

With two hours left before she could pick up her workmates, Masumi Sera looked around curiously, trying to hide her gaze that occasionally drifted to Shiraizumi Masu.

Shiraizumi Mashi ignored Sera Masumi's secret observation at all. He was not very interested in the airport, not to mention that Sera Masumi had a tomboyish look.

Shiraizumi once again reviewed the bill provided by Sera Masumi. The records of each transaction gradually made him dispel the idea of ​​"hiring a killer".

"How is it? Have you found any clues, Inspector Shiro?" Sera Masumi came over and asked.

"No, I'd like to hear what you think, Detective Sera." Shiraizumi looked at Sera Masumi. Thinking back to when Vermouth asked him to scum Sera Masumi before, he really had no interest.

"Inspector Bai, don't forget that the deceased Yukimura Emi herself had enemies."

"and then?"

"What then?"

"As expected, relying on an unreliable high school detective like you~ is hopeless."

"What the-...you!"

At this time, Takagi Wataru walked into the office holding a pile of materials in a cardboard box.

Takagi Wataru was sweating profusely. After putting down the cardboard box, he immediately took a tissue to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

"Takagi, what's in this big box of yours?"

"Oh, this? It's the detailed information about a deceased person named Fujiwara Kihara."

Masumi Sera, who was standing nearby, was startled when he heard the voice. "Fujiwara Kihara? The bicycle shop owner who was on TV this morning?"

Shiraizumi raised an eyebrow, pulled out a file, and quickly scanned it: "Fujiwara and Kihara are former teachers at the University of Tokyo and cycling enthusiasts."

"Yes, I found out that he has a lot of enemies. Because he is too violent, it is very difficult to investigate him now." Takagi sighed helplessly.

At the same time, the Harada family.

Professor Hiroki Harada of the University of Tokyo returned to Jiahou and sat in his bedroom in silence for a while. He looked out the window, his expression filled with a hint of sadness.

The hand that was smoking was trembling slightly, and the cigarette butts fell one after another in melancholy.

The story of the murder of former University of Tokyo teacher Fujiwara and Kihara, published on the back page of the Tokyo Shimbun on his bedside table, pierced his chest like a sharp sword, causing his breathing to become increasingly rapid and his coughs to break out. A gloomy expression, a decadent look. Cigarette after cigarette burned between his fingers, the swirling smoke gradually obscuring Harada Koki's cloudy eyes.

After a long time, wrinkled fingers dialed a number on the landline.

"Hello? Hello? Who is this?"

The phone was connected after a beep, and a strong-sounding voice sounded immediately.

"Ito, it's me, Harada."

"Harada? What's wrong? Your voice sounds wrong." The old man called Ito on the other end of the phone was confused.

"Have you seen the news? Today's?"

"Not yet. What's the news? What happened—"

"Fujiwara is dead."

Old Man Ito's doubts came to an abrupt end: "What did you say?"

"Fujiwara is dead. He was found dead in his bicycle shop this morning." Harada Hiroki, who was sitting at the head of the bed, took a deep breath and slowly said a name: "Ito, do you still remember the girl named Yukimura Emi?"

"She...what does she want to do...?"

After a long time, old man Ito on the other end of the phone finally spoke.

"She didn't want to do anything because she was already dead and my son was the suspect in her murder."

"Dead? You said she's dead? That's good, we—"

"Wake up, Ito Hyouye!"