2:47 pm.

After driving for a long time, we finally arrived in Nishitama City. We were unfamiliar with the place and if we hadn't had a navigation system, I really don't know how much detours we would have taken.

As soon as Fujiwara Yuu parked his car in the parking lot near the subway station, the cell phone in his pocket vibrated. When he saw that the caller ID was from Hashimoto Yuji, he knew that he had retrieved and organized the case in Fuchu City six years ago.

"Inspector Takashi, I've sorted out all the files and reports. Should I send them directly to your email?"

"Well, you can just email it to me."

"Okay, if you need more investigation, just call me anytime."

"Well, this case is a bit complicated. Please have all seven departments keep their lines open."

"no problem."

After hanging up the phone, Fujiwara Yu's phone kept making crisp "ding" sounds, but fortunately the phone did not freeze or malfunction.

He did not directly state that it was a case handled in April, and he did not want to reveal his identity. You have to know that Sosuke Takagi had not personally experienced the case at the Fuchu Racecourse, so it was naturally impossible for him to associate these things with a person's name.

He directly clicked on the email titled "April File Report Compilation" and after a careful inspection, he found that the case of the Fuchu Racecourse was handled by the Fuchu City Police Department. The mastermind, Yoshihiro Kajiyama, was sentenced to 30 years in prison, and the accomplice, Takehiko Iwasaki, was sentenced to 15 years in prison.

"These two guys were only sentenced to such a short time?" Jinpei Matsuda frowned after seeing the email. If the police had not come at that time, and if that guy named Takehiko Iwasaki had not been afraid of death, they would have lost their lives there.

Fujiwara Yuu was not surprised by the length of his imprisonment; he said,

"Maybe it's because of the lawyers who are helping with the defense. A very small number of lawyers are willing to do anything for money. It's like this in every profession. There will always be some inhumane things that happen."

"Tsk, what a scum! Our profession is always misunderstood by some people because of a few individuals." Matsuda Jinpei held his chin in his hand unhappily. He always looked down on lawyers who would defend murderers for money, and also looked down on policemen who would become umbrellas for the underworld for money.

Fujiwara Yu shook his head with a wry smile. Even if they hated such a group, they had no way to change those people's ideas. All they could do was manage themselves and try to be good police officers in the eyes of the people.

Stopping at the traffic light, he took out his cell phone and called Yin Dahang. The squad leader had been in the Metropolitan Police Department a little longer than himself, and his network of contacts was also wider than his, so it would be more appropriate for him to investigate Kajiyama Yoshihiro.

"Brother Hang, I've sent you the case file report. Ask someone to tell you how Yoshihiro Kajiyama is behaving in prison. Also ask that guy called Iwasaki Takehiko."

"Okay, I'll go ask for you."

"Thank you for your help."

"Please, is it necessary to be so polite? This is what I should do as a police officer, right? Hang up!"

Fujiwara Yu was just thanking him out of habit. He smiled helplessly, put his phone in his pocket and rushed to Odakyu Nishitama Center subway station with Matsuda Jinpei. The two of them took Matsuoka Chie's photo and used the most stupid method to visit and investigate.

After all, they didn't know where Chie Matsuoka went afterwards, so this dumbest method was also the most effective one.

Fujiwara Yuu handed a photo of Chie Matsuoka to the subway station staff. After searching around for a long time, he still hadn't gotten any useful information. Just when he and Matsuda felt hopeless, the supermarket manager they'd inquired about ten minutes earlier came running towards them, exhausted.

"Mr. Officer, you've kept me searching for you for ages. Phew... I'm so tired."

"Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?" Fujiwara Yu turned around and asked politely.

The supermarket manager in front of me was panting heavily. Judging from her figure, it was easy to tell that she definitely lacked exercise on a daily basis. She was out of breath after just a few steps. She raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her cheek and explained with a smile:

"I just told my husband about the girl you were looking for. He said he had an impression of her. He usually spends more time in the store than I do. Today he had a mahjong game with his friends, so I was the one in charge."

The fact that she was able to call her husband to ask about this matter shows that she is a passionate person and pays attention to details in life.

Matsuda Jinpei was also a little excited when he heard this. He took off his sunglasses and said anxiously:

"Really? Where is your husband? We'll go find him now."

"You don't have to make a trip, Officer. I've already asked him to come over. He plays mahjong nearby. He'll be here soon!"

Fujiwara Yuu and Matsuda Jinpei smiled at each other, their efforts finally making progress. Knowing the ways of the world, they followed the store manager into the supermarket. They refused his offer and insisted on paying for their coffee out of their own pockets.

Iced canned coffee can be said to be a magic weapon to lift your spirits when you are tired. Fujiwara Yu gulped down a few big gulps, and then he heard more panting sounds at the door. He looked in the direction of the sound and found that a store manager 2.0 appeared at the entrance of the supermarket.

It’s not that they look exactly the same, but their figures are really carved from the same mold.

"Husband, you are finally here. These two police officers have been waiting for you for a long time. You should talk to them as soon as possible!" The supermarket manager stepped forward quickly and considerately took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off her husband's face. The sweet look of the two also made the solemn expressions of the two feel a little relieved.

The fat man wiped the sweat off his face, took the room temperature Coca-Cola handed to him by his wife, took a sip and said:

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!