December 31st.

The last day of the year, commonly known as New Year's Eve.

As the head of Special Investigation Section 7, Fujiwara Yuu should have had a day off, but since several of his subordinates who were not single were busy, and Tsuda Usho was arranged by his family to go on a blind date, his day off became an overtime day.

This familiar routine is really hard to describe. He even suspected that a certain goddess was not in control of time and space, but in control of overtime. Otherwise, how could something go wrong every time he was on vacation?

Fujiwara Yu yawned lazily, then leaned back in his office chair and closed his eyes to rest. Takagi Wataru, who was sitting opposite him, also looked drowsy. Perhaps the human body also hibernates, and the colder the weather, the more sleepy one feels.

But just when the two were half asleep and half awake, the landline phone placed at the door could not bear the loneliness and rang shrilly, which made Takagi Wataru, who was easily frightened, jump up from his seat and raise his hand to wipe the non-existent saliva from the corner of his mouth. He looked like a poor student who was absent from class and was called out by the teacher.

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Takagi Wataru walked quickly towards the landline phone. After learning that a murder had occurred, he quickly turned around and looked at Takagi Sosuke:

"Inspector Takashi, we have a case!"

Fujiwara Yuu reached out and threw the newspaper covering his face back onto the table. His lazy expression also subsided after hearing these words. He picked up the suit jacket beside him and asked as he walked:

"Have you learned any information about the victim?"

"Mika Tanida, 26 years old, is a secretary. You can only know the details by going to the scene of the crime." Takagi Shigeru recalled the content of the phone call and answered quickly.

"Well, let's go."

During this period, since his boss Sosuke Takagi did not have a four-door sedan, Takagi Shigeru had been acting as the driver. As usual, he opened the passenger door and prepared to let Inspector Takagi get in, but the other party waved at him.

This time, Fujiwara Yu did not choose to borrow his subordinate's car. Instead, he took out the car keys and got into the silver-gray Koenigsegg gemera with the license plate number Shinjuku 800mi04-01 under the envious eyes of Takagi Wataru.

As a four-seater supercar, it is very rare. The jet fighter-style windshield and the extra canards on the front bumper give people a sense of combat. The futuristic and technological design is also one of the reasons why Fujiwara Yu bought it.

Takagi Shigeru has always been curious about his boss's family background. You know, he doesn't have a car and always hitchhikes, which makes people mistakenly think that his family background is poor. However, the high-end suits he wears don't look like something a poor person would wear, so this makes Takagi confused.

But now seeing this luxury four-seater supercar that appeared in the newspaper some time ago, Takagi Wataru finally understood that Sosuke Toji was a low-key rich man.

If Fujiwara Yu knew what Takagi Wataru was thinking, he would definitely shrug his shoulders and say: A motorcycle can't carry three people, otherwise he wouldn't buy one.

In his eyes, four-wheeled vehicles other than motorcycles, as well as airplanes, are all ordinary means of transportation. The reason he chose this Koenigsegg Gemera is purely because of its good looks, not its excellent performance.

Takagi Wataru fastened his seat belt and drove out of the Metropolitan Police Department gate carefully. He was 200% focused and made sure that there was a safe distance of two car bodies between his car and Sosuke Takagi's car... He didn't want to scratch a luxury car, which would cost him so much that he would cry.

The crime scene this time was in Miyasaka-cho, Setagaya Ward. After parking the car on the side of the road, Fujiwara Yu got out and looked at the huge marble doorplate in front of the building, on which the word "ashiya" was engraved.

He turned his head to look at Takagi Wataru who had arrived late and asked:

"This looks like a business office building. Was the victim killed at work?"

"Yes, the victim was the secretary to the president of Ashiya Garment Co., Ltd." Takagi Shigeru raised his hand to adjust his tie. He pushed open the office door and instructed, "The crime scene is on the eighth floor. Inspector, please follow me."

The two took the elevator on the right to the eighth floor. As soon as the elevator door opened, Fujiwara Yu heard a very familiar voice. He thought that this couldn't be such a coincidence... and then he noticed the girl with high bangs who was inseparable from a certain boy.

Shinichi Kudo, wearing a blue down jacket, put his frozen hands into his pockets. He was not afraid of the victim's body at all. He squatted beside the victim and said his reasoning:

"Ms. Ashiya, I don't think this case is as simple as you think. If the victim was truly a burglar, they wouldn't have been lying in this position in the elevator. Furthermore, there are no signs of forced entry in any of the rooms. He could have easily escaped without gaining anything and end up taking a life."

After hearing this, the woman with short hair and professional uniform pondered for a moment and retorted:

"But if someone sees the person's face, the robber will choose to kill them, right?"

"Didn't I just say that? If the victim was killed by robbers, she shouldn't be lying outside the elevator." Kudo Shinichi had noticed that something was amiss with Ashiya Eiko. He was about to say something when he looked up and noticed two men in suits coming out of another elevator. One of them looked like a familiar face: "Huh? Isn't that Officer Takashi? Why are you here?"

Fujiwara Yuu also wanted to ask why Kudo Shinichi appeared at the crime scene. This guy really looks like Hattori Heiji, always running into cases inexplicably. But for a detective, it's not clear whether this is good luck or bad luck.

He calmly took out his police ID and showed it to Ashiya Eiko, explaining:

"I've been transferred to the Metropolitan Police Department. I hope I won't see you at a murder scene next time."

"Hehehe, this is purely a coincidence." Kudo Shinichi stood up and rubbed the back of his head embarrassedly, pointing to Mao Lilan beside him: "I am here to accompany Xiaolan. She was invited by Ms. Ashiya to come here to be a fashion model."

He secretly added in his heart: I don't know what Ms. Ashiya sees in Xiaolan. She is obviously just a student who is about to enter the first year of high school, and her height has nothing to do with modeling. She has a really bad eye for models.

If you say this, you will undoubtedly be baptized by karate.

Fujiwara Yuu raised his eyebrows, said a simple hello to Mao Lilan, and put on gloves to prepare to examine the body. While checking, he did not forget to ask about Ashiya Eiko's identity:

"Ms. Ashiya, can you tell me about the relationship between you and the victim?"

Although he already had a rough answer in his mind when he asked, he was still cautious and wanted to confirm the information with the other party himself.

"I'm Mika's boss, and I'm also the president and chief designer of Ashiya Clothing Co., Ltd."

There was still a hint of sadness on Ashiya Eiko's face, but it was obvious that she had not cried. Combined with what she had said to Kudo before, it could be judged that she was not really sad about the death of the victim.

It seems that this president is not as simple as imagined.