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

Before Ito Hyouha could finish her words, she was interrupted by Harada Koki's low growl: "Yukimura Emi is dead, my son has become a suspect, and even Fujiwara died this morning. Do you think the two of us can escape from now on?! Who do you think the murderer is targeting?!"

"Wait a minute, don't get so excited, Harada." The old man on the other end of the phone sank down on the leather chair, the pressure of his heavy body on the chair bearings making an unbearable "creaking" sound. "Calm down, the murderer may not be coming for us. If he was coming for us, why would he kill Yukimura Emi and then put the blame on your son, right?"

"What if Yukimura Emi has a terminal illness?"

"........."

"You, me, and Fujiwara, we three know all the bad things we did back then. If Yukimura Emi gets a terminal illness, she might very well use her remaining life as a price to avenge us three!"

Harada Koki closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then excitedly spit out his saliva: "I have seen the description of the scene and the photos of the deceased. Yukimura Emi died peacefully, and there is no sign of struggle on her body.

Add to that Fujiwara's death this morning, don't you understand?"

"…What are the police autopsy results? What did the police say?"

"It hasn't come out yet, but I trust my intuition and my judgment."

Harada Koki's brow furrowed, his cloudy eyes revealing a convincing determination. "The deceased, Yukimura Emi, died in an airport bathroom, a place with a high flow of people. Yet, she died peacefully without any signs of struggle. This is very suspicious."

"Why did your son become a suspect in the murder of Yukimura Emi?" The chair, which seemed to be unable to bear the weight, creaked. Ito Hyouye pondered for a moment and asked in a serious tone.

"She has an accident insurance policy that she bought a year ago, and the beneficiary is my son."

"A year ago? Does that mean your son met her a year ago? And they were still together?"

"Yes, Jun looks so much like me back then, there's no way Emi wouldn't recognize him." Harada Koki's voice was a little sad: "Let's surrender, Ito. We already missed each other once twenty years ago."

"Turn yourself in? Are you kidding?!"

"I'm not kidding, Ito. I want to turn myself in. It just so happens that the two of us can each claim the deceased Emi and Fujiwara."

"Impossible! I tell you, Harada Hiroki, don't even think about it! Absolutely impossible!" The irritable, chubby body jumped up from the chair almost instantly: "Have you ever thought that if this is really Yukimura Emi's revenge, then what will happen even if we surrender?! Wouldn't that just let the murderer deal with our family?!

Don't forget, since the person behind the scenes is willing to frame your son, they can find an opportunity to kill him, just like they killed Fujiwara! What we should do most now is to find out the mastermind behind the scenes, rather than surrendering ourselves. "

"..." Harada Koki's lips moved in and out, unable to refute.

"Remain calm, Harada. You studied law, and you used to have the best brain among the three of us. Use your brain. As long as you find the murderer before he kills us, our family will be safe."

Ito Hyouye, her tone calmed, advised gently, "Whether you surrender yourself or commit suicide, I can accept it. Think about your son and your granddaughter."

"…………You are still as good at persuading people as you were back then." Harada Hiroki closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

"What I said is the truth, and the truth speaks louder than anything else."

"Bye."

"it is good."

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With a "beep" sound, Ito Bingye hung up the phone very decisively and cleanly.

Harada Hiroki held the receiver tightly, his expression changing constantly.

After a long while, he made another call: "Detective Shiliang, have you picked up my son?"

"We got it. We're ready to go back." Masumi Sera, who drove to the Metropolitan Police Department to deliver information and pick someone up, put on his sunglasses again and turned his head to look at the gate of the Metropolitan Police Department while talking on the phone.

"Are we just going to let them go back like this, Inspector Bai?" Chiba Kazunobu asked calmly, holding documents in his hands, next to the floor-to-ceiling window of the third department's office area.

"What else can we do? The deadline has passed and we don't have any conclusive evidence." Bai Quanyi put his hands in his pockets and looked down at the BMW whizzing away downstairs.

"You doubt him?"

"No, I just feel like something's wrong. Did you find anything I asked you to investigate?"

"Sato has gone to print it."

"White Police Officer! Chiba!"

Miwako Sato, holding a freshly printed document, ran up to the two men, panting. "I found out. I did find the medical records of the deceased Yukimura Emi. She had cervical cancer."

Qianye's expression was moved, and a hint of understanding flashed in Baiquanyi's eyes: "As expected."

........ ........ .......

Miwako Sato asked, "Superintendent Bai, how did you come up with this idea?"

"The deceased's face was peaceful. He was killed without resistance in the airport restroom, the primary scene of death. Besides being an acquaintance, another possibility is that the deceased himself was terminally ill and intended to take his own life by blaming someone he had a grudge against."

Bai Quanyi's face was calm, but his tone was unquestionable: "The deceased's son has always disagreed with an autopsy on his mother's body, right?"

"But that doesn't make sense. If they wanted to frame someone, why would they choose a place like the airport bathroom?" Miwako Sato frowned.

"I don't know yet." Bai Quanyi answered very straightforwardly.

"Then how did you come up with this idea?" Chiba Kazunobu was a little curious. He admitted that he was fully focused on the two aspects of the crime being committed by an acquaintance and finding the murderer, and had not thought about this point.

"Based on my experience in handling cases."

Sato Miwako's face showed understanding, and Chiba Kazushen's mouth twitched, feeling inexplicably despised.

"Let's go, Sato, let's go meet the deceased's son again." Baiquan Yi grabbed the suit jacket thrown on the desk and put it on his shoulders, then walked towards the door of the third department office area.

"You suspect it's her son? That's impossible..." Sato, who caught up with them, was a little bit unbelievable.

"That's not the case. I just want to know why he didn't tell anyone that his mother had cervical cancer. Besides, I don't think Harada Jun knows about it either."

Bai Quanyi put on his suit, smoothed out the wrinkles with his hands, and walked out of the Metropolitan Police Department.

As soon as I walked out of the Metropolitan Police Department gate, I saw Sera Masumi waiting there.

"Detective Sera, weren't you going to pick up Harada Jun? Why are you still here?"

"I've already picked up Jun Harada and I'm waiting for you, Inspector Bai! I know you must find this case difficult. I can help you!"

"Hehe... no need."

"Huh? Isn't that what everyone says about Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department police officers being unable to solve cases without detectives?"

Miwako Sato said unhappily, "Detective Sera, I'm different from Inspector Shiro. I can solve the case without a detective!"

"Hehe... Anyway, let me join in... Without the police's assistance, I'll be in a lot of trouble."

Sera Masumi grinned, revealing his cute little canine teeth.

276. Female Criminal Police and Female Detective

Bai Quanyi drove the car with the female criminal police and female detective to Xincun's house.

"I didn't realize this magician was so rich." Bai Quanyi rang the doorbell and stood in front of the gate, looking around the small villa in front of him.

"He is a very popular magician in the United States and Europe, and one of the top magicians in Japan," explained Masumi Sera.

Soon after, a slightly tired voice came from the intercom at the villa door: "Hello, who are you?"

"Detective, Shiraizumi Masu. Regarding Yukimura Emi's murder, there are some details I'd like to confirm with Mr. Yukimura."

"..."

The other end of the intercom fell silent, and then within three seconds, the door of the villa opened automatically.

As the three of them walked into the living room, a sturdy figure in a black suit came up to greet them.

He has big eyes, a high nose bridge, and a slicked-back hair, and his facial features look very strong.

At one point, Shiraizumi Masayuki thought he was the bodyguard hired by the magician Yukimura Genichi...

"I wonder what you want from me? I've already told you everything I know." The tall man's first words confirmed his identity.

"But you didn't tell me about your mother having cancer, Mr. Yukimura." Shiraizumi Mashi's answer attracted Yukimura Genichi's attention.

"Sorry, are you?"

"Inspector Shiraizumi Yi of the Third Division of the Violent Investigation Division of the Criminal Investigation Division of the Metropolitan Police Department." Shiraizumi Yi directly showed his ID.

"You've become a police inspector at such a young age." The man was slightly surprised.

　"Actually, I'm the person in charge of the case involving your mother," Bai Quanyi said. Although he was the person in charge, he only worked behind the scenes. As a leader, he didn't need to rush to the front every time.

"Then what are you doing?"

Unconsciously, Yukimura Genichi lowered his attitude, far less arrogant than when he had previously interacted with Sato Miwako and others.

"It's about your mother, Yukimura Emi. We found out she had cervical cancer before her death, but I didn't see any record of this in the transcript."

"What? Sorry, I may not understand what you are talking about. My mother has cervical cancer? Are you kidding me? How could I not know? Do you have accurate medical records? In Japan? Or in the United States?"

Yukimura Genichi pursed his dry lips, his face full of confusion and disbelief, and he spoke very quickly.

"Actually, we do." Shiraizumi Mashi turned his head to look at Sato Miwako, then tilted his head towards the direction of Yukimura Genichi.

"According to this medical record, your mother Yukimura Emi was indeed diagnosed with cervical cancer at St. Mary's Hospital in New York." Sato Miwako handed the document she brought out of the car to the incredulous Yukimura Genichi.

"This is impossible!"

Two loud shouts rang out almost simultaneously.

The three surprised people looked in the direction of the voice, and the first person that caught their eyes was a woman.

A woman in a black suit, estimated to be over 1.7 meters tall.

Her pretty face was not made up, so anyone could tell that she had obviously had plastic surgery. Her red and swollen eyes made me feel sorry for her.

But the tone was a bit harsh: "Officer Bai, I think you may have made a mistake. Yes, my mother did go to St. Mary's Hospital in New York, but she accompanied me for plastic surgery."

The woman held the handrail and walked down the stairs step by step.

The woman glanced at the three of them and said bluntly, "Bringing two young policewomen to handle a case, Officer Bai, you really know how to play."

Sera Masumi said, "Wait—I'm not a police officer, I'm a detective."

Sato Miwako also said dissatisfiedly: "What's wrong with being a woman? Can't women be detectives? As a woman, you don't respect women!"

"Officer Bai, she is my sister, Saki Yukimura." Genichi Yukimura concealed the surprise on his face and quickly walked to the stairs and offered his hand to support his sister. His tall and broad back gave people a sense of security.

Shiraizumi took out the medical records and placed them in front of the woman. "I'm sorry to disturb your rest, Ms. Yukimura. But this medical record has been verified by multiple parties and is confirmed to be authentic."

Saki Yukimura took the medical records from Shiraizumi Masushi with an expression of disbelief. It was obvious that she was not aware that her mother had cancer.

"I'm sorry, my sister's tone may not be very good. She's been staying up late recently to deal with the funeral and my work, so she's in a bad mood." After helping his obviously weak sister to sit on the sofa in the living room, Yukimura Genichi waved his hand to dismiss the servants and personally made tea for Bai and the others.

"Thank you. Mr. Xincun, what's your job?" Bai Quanyi, who was also seated, reached out to take the teacup.

"I'm a magician, and my sister is my agent. I came to Japan for a performance. I was invited by the Takasugi Group, but now that this has happened, my sister needs to discuss it with them.

Honestly, I’m not sure I’m even in the right shape to perform on stage anymore.”

As he spoke, Yukimura Genichi couldn't help but reveal a bitter smile.

"Mr. Yukimura, Ms. Yukimura, do you know about the romantic relationship between your mother and Harada Jun?" Putting down the teacup, Shiraizumi Mashi crossed his fingers, leaned forward slightly, and looked at every subtle expression on the two people's faces.

"I don't know. Mom didn't tell us anything. In fact, if she hadn't gotten into trouble, I wouldn't even know who Harada Jun was." Saori Yukimura, her face slightly pale, shook her head.

"What about you, Mr. Yukimura?"

"do not know."

"Okay, now here comes the question. Since your mother was able to hide her lover so well, how can you be sure that the fact that she had cervical cancer was a mistake made by our police investigation?" The smile on Shiraizumi's lips gradually disappeared. After taking a turn and returning to the starting point, his question made the Yukimura siblings on the sofa pause in drinking tea.

The two men looked at each other, then turned their gaze to the serious policeman opposite them, opened their mouths, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"But...that's impossible." Yukimura Saki pressed her fair left palm against her forehead, unable to accept this fact, and finally chose to refute it. "Apart from helping my brother arrange work, I usually spend the rest of my time with my mother. During our free time, we go to Paris and Milan to watch fashion shows together. Why didn't I notice anything unusual?"

"Do you spend a lot of time with your mother?" Sato Miwako asked, looking up as she took out a notebook and pen to start taking notes.

"Yes, because I don't have much work to do, Saki isn't completely overwhelmed." Yukimura Gen nodded. "You know, I'm considered a very high-class magician by the public, so I have to maintain a certain level of mystery. This also gives me time off to concentrate on researching new magic tricks."

"Is this so..."

Shiraizumi Mashi rubbed the tip of his chin and then gave Sera Masumi a look.

Sera Masumi is worthy of being a detective, and he quickly understood the look in Shiraizumi Masu's eyes.

"Excuse me, I need to use the restroom."

"Okay, the toilet is at the end of the corridor, turn left." Saki Yukimura replied casually.

As a detective, she certainly wouldn't actually go to the bathroom, but would secretly investigate the villa.

She pretended to go into the bathroom, closed the door, and began to investigate quietly.

She pushed open a suspicious room and began to investigate carefully.

The magic props that came into view filled the entire room. She even saw several bloody knives and bags of plasma.