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

"I understand."

Although he didn't know what Shiraizumi Yoshi wanted to do with all this, Takagi Shigeru did as he was told. He quickly converted all the information he had found into electronic files and sent them to his boss's email.

"Fujiwara Kihara, male, 61 years old.

Fifteen years ago, I resigned from my lecturer position at the University of Tokyo and started my own business. My passion was mountain biking, so I opened a mountain bike shop...

The time of death was around 9:00 to 11:20 at night. The cause of death was a blunt object hitting the back of the head, killing him instantly...'¨..."

Quickly browsing the information in the mailbox, Bai Quanyi's eyes fell directly on the deceased's interpersonal relationships.

In this column, he saw a name.

His teacher is currently a professor at the University of Tokyo - Harada Koki.

"Was this deceased a former colleague of Professor Harada?" Sato Miwako, swinging her feet, was also very concerned about the case. She moved closer to her husband, her eyes following his gaze as she looked at the deceased's interpersonal relationships. "Is this deceased Fujiwara Kihara related to the case we're investigating?"

"I think... yes, otherwise it wouldn't be such a coincidence." Bai Quanyi nodded when asked. He also saw the news and felt the connection.

At this time, the doorbell rang. Bai Quanyi opened the door and the waiter brought in a new uniform, including a pair of new stockings, which were crotchless.

"New clothes have arrived."

Shiraizumi Masu handed the clothes to Sato Miwako.

"So fast!"

"The uniform you usually wear is easy to buy." Bai Quanyi smiled lightly, "But before that."

Sato Miwako was stunned for a moment, then looked at Shiraizumi Masu's body, her face flushed: "Ah... I feel refreshed again."

"Yes. Miwako." Shiraizumi smiled evilly.

"Do you want to put on stockings?" asked Miwako.

"Put it on." Baiquan Yi looked at Miwako lovingly.

……

Harada house, study.

Under the swirling smoke, the face of old man Harada Hiroki was looming, and he was silent with a cigarette in his hand.

Harada Jun, who was kneeling in front of the desk, no longer had the toughness he had when he was in the Metropolitan Police Department. He lowered his head and said nothing in front of the old man.

"I can understand having an affair, cheating on your wife...but why did you kill someone, Harada Jun!"

The vicissitudes of life on his vocal cords caused a slightly hoarse sound to come out. Harada Hiroki extinguished the almost burnt cigarette butt in his hand, his brows full of disappointment.

"I'm sorry! Dad! It was wrong for me to cheat on my husband, but I really didn't kill anyone." Harada Jun hurriedly looked up and apologized in panic.

"Tell me honestly, when did your relationship with Yukimura Emi start?" After sitting back in the chair with the help of his son, Harada Hiroki took a while to calm down. He raised his hand tremblingly, pointed at his nose and asked.

"A year and a half ago." Harada Jun answered the time honestly, "Everything I told the police was true, but Dad, you have to believe me, I really didn't kill anyone, and I didn't have to kill anyone.

Yes, I have some debt problems recently, but these are minor matters. I would never do something as stupid as murdering someone to get insurance money."

"What's the point of me trusting you? The police, the judge, and the jury have to believe you!" Harada Hiroki closed his eyes tiredly and waved his hand: "Forget it, get back now and comfort your wife and children."

After standing by the window and watching his son leave, the anger burning in Harada Hiroki's chest instantly dissipated, replaced by a solemnity.

"¨" A year and a half ago, a year and a half ago..."

The time his son mentioned was far beyond his expectations. Yukimura Emi had actually been with his son for a year and a half...

"Ring ring ring——"

While he was deep in thought, the phone rang, interrupting his thoughts.

"who are you?"

"My name is Shiraizumi Masaru, and I'm a criminal police officer. I'm responsible for the insurance fraud case involving your son, Harada Jun."

"I didn't expect you to be in charge of my case." As a professor in Tokyo, Harada Koki often watched the news and knew Shirazumi Masu. He was the rising star and hope of the Japanese police force, the true savior of the police force. "Officer Shirazu, what's going on?"

"I want to talk to you, are you free?" Bai Quanyi said.

"Yes. Should I come to the Metropolitan Police Department now?" asked Sonoda Hiroki.

"No need, it's lunch time now. Just come to the restaurant. We can talk while eating." Bai Quanyi replied to Dao Hu.

"I understand. Give me the address."

Professor Harada hung up the phone, looked at the address sent by Baiquanyi, and went to a high-end Western restaurant.

When Professor Harada saw Shiraizumi Masu and others, he was shocked that so many people came at once.

In addition to Baiquan Yi, there were three other girls, including the detective he hired.

Akai Mary looked at the old professor coming over and couldn't help but say with some nostalgia: "I haven't seen you for so many years. The teacher has aged a lot."

Sera Masumi smiled and whispered, "Yes, my sister outside the realm, your current state is something many people would only dream of in their lifetime."

Hearing Sera Masumi's words, Akai Mari wasn't happy at all. She wasn't just shrinking; the key was that she didn't know how to grow up. The body of a child who never grew up was truly inconvenient.

279. The case is getting more and more complicated

Professor Harada said, "What? Even Detective Sera is here!"

Sera Masumi smiled at Professor Harada and said, "Because I also want to hear what you have to say, Professor Harada."

After Professor Harada took his seat, he looked at Shiraizumi and asked, "What does Officer Shirai want to ask about my rebellious son? However, I know that most of it has already been said."

Bai Quanyi said, "It's not that case. I called you here this time because I actually wanted to ask you about another case."

"Another case? Is it also related to my son?" Harada Hiroki frowned, and his heart was filled with awe and he couldn't help but be alert.

He thought of the Fujiwara and Kihara case that happened yesterday morning.

"No, it's about you."

As expected, the name spoken by Bai Quanyi made the old man's heart tremble.

"Yesterday morning, a murder occurred in Haido Town. The victim was a mountain bike shop owner named Fujiwara Kihara. He was found dead in his shop. The time of death is estimated to be between 21:20 PM and 10:22 PM the night before. The bullet hit his heart."

"Fujiwara and Kihara? You mean Fujiwara? He was killed?" The old man with some gray hair on his temples frowned, and his puzzled expression did not seem fake.

"It's on the news. Professor Harada, didn't you watch the news?" asked Shiraizumi Masu.

"I've been busy with that rebellious son's affairs these past two days. I haven't even turned on the TV or read the newspaper." Harada Hiroki shook his head, his voice filled with disbelief.

"Indeed. That's why I wanted to ask Professor Harada if Mr. Fujiwara had any sexual encounters with anyone during his lifetime?"

"No. Fujiwara has always been very friendly to others, and I haven't heard him mention that he has offended anyone during our recent gatherings and conversations."

As they were talking, the restaurant waiters brought out French dishes one by one.

It is a dish that is fully capable of competing with Chinese food with its color, aroma and taste.

"So when was the last time you met?"

"When my son got into trouble and was taken away by the police, he came to me. When we met at that time, he comforted me and said that he would be fine, but now..." After his son got into trouble, the news of the death of his friend of 20 years made Harada Koki look a little exhausted.

"Where did you meet?"

"It's in my house, in my study. I was so angry that I was lying in bed, and he came to see me. I haven't cleaned my study yet, so I should be able to find his fingerprints. There's also an anti-theft camera in the living room, I can get it for you."

"If you need it, I can give it to you when I get back."

"okay, I get it."

As soon as Bai Quanyi finished speaking, his phone rang.

Then, Baiquan Yidao ⑨⑦

Apologize and go answer the phone.

The call was from Shiratori.

"Officer Bai, we have new leads. Harada Jun's financial situation isn't as minor as he claims. Our people have discovered he's been embezzling funds from the company's accounts. However, the data shows his losses only improved for a while after the public funds were taken out, and then they became even more severe. If he doesn't replenish the company's accounts before the company's finance department discovers these losses, he'll definitely go to jail."

On the phone, Shiratori Renzaburo's voice was extremely serious.

"Deficit? What's the reason?" Bai Quanyi frowned and asked.

"The main reason is the misappropriation of public funds and the failure of futures investment." During the search of the third department's office area, Shiratori Renzaburo took the latest investigation results and informed his superiors one by one.

"I understand." Bai Quanyi hung up the phone decisively.

Bai Quanyi returned to his seat and said to Professor Harada, "Professor Harada, it seems that you don't know your son well enough."

Professor Harada said, "What do you mean?"

Bai Quanyi said: "If you really want to help your son, it's best to persuade him not to lie."

Professor Harada said, "What do you mean, Officer Bai?"

Bai Quanyi said: "It's simple, your son lied to you."

Professor Harada's face suddenly darkened. He was obviously very angry, but he just couldn't show it in public.

Baiquanyi continued, "What else do you know about Fujiwara and Kihara, Professor Harada? It's best not to hide it. I suspect that Fujiwara and Kihara's death is related to your son!"

Professor Harada said: "Although Fujiwara and Kihara were my good friends, we each had our own things to do and rarely contacted each other. I don't know why Fujiwara and Kihara died."

While the two were talking, the other three women stared at Professor Harada intently, trying to find clues from his expression.

Professor Harada's expression was natural and genuine, with no sign of lying. However, he spoke hesitantly, clearly hiding something.

Professor Harada didn't eat the food on the table. Instead, he stood up and said, "Officer Bai, do you have any other questions? If not, I'd like to go back first."

Bai Quanyi said, "Don't sit down and finish your lunch before leaving."

Professor Harada said, "I'm not in the mood to eat right now. I just want to go back and find my rebellious son to find out the truth."

Shiraizumi nodded and agreed with Professor Harada.

Sera Masumi stood up and asked, "Professor Harada, do you need me to accompany you?"

Professor Harada said, "No need. Although Detective Sera is my client, there is no need to accompany me all the time. You just need to assist the police in finding out the truth."

After saying this, Professor Harada walked away quickly with steady steps.

The people sitting at the dining table were silent, feeling that the case had become even more complicated.

After leaving the restaurant, Professor Harada did not go back, but went to find his old friend.

The stout old man with a slicked-back hair and a lit cigar pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses. His gaze fell on his old friend standing by the window sill of the study, and he slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Hey Harada, what's the urgent matter that makes you want to see me so urgently?"

"I know who the criminal is, Ito." Harada Hiroki, who was standing by the window, had a slightly sad expression on his face, but what he said made the fat old man Ito Hyouye feel like a spring was installed under his butt. He jumped up with a "whoosh" and widened his eyes.

"Really?"

"real."

"Is it related to us?"

"The other party is coming for us, you can see for yourself." Harada Hiroki threw a folder on the desk and rubbed his eyebrows tiredly. An old man named Ito Bingye walked forward with a smoking cigar in his mouth and opened the blue folder.

The rising smoke blurred his vision in the next second, and in an instant, the secret door of the study was slowly pushed open by a hand.

"This is……?"

"It's time for us to atone for our sins, Ito."

Harada Hiroki closed his eyes, his tiredness evident in his words.

"Atonement? Are you getting old and confused, Harada? You and I have been together for so many years——"

Ito Bingye's disdainful sneer came to an abrupt end.

Behind his fat body, a dagger pierced his heart.

"Harada you...you..." The fat old man turned his head in disbelief and saw the face of the man with the knife. He seemed to have thought of something and pointed his finger at his old colleague Harada Hiroki who was sitting in a desk chair with his eyes closed.

"This is what we owe her, Ito." Harada Hiroki opened his eyes, his eyes full of sadness.

Ito Bingye's face was twisted with reluctance, but he was ultimately unable to resist the loss of his life. His fat body fell heavily on the floor of the huge study like a piece of pork, and he soon died.

"I have done everything you asked me to do. I will take the blame for you. Then, please let my son and his family go."

Harada Hiroki bent down and picked up the bloody dagger from the ground with his bare hands.