Chapter 1855 1863 [Curaçao doesn't want to listen]

On the other side, in a temporarily vacant guest room.

Jiang Xia looked out the window and felt the flickering murderous aura of the new younger brother from afar. After guessing the other party's decision based on the murderous aura, he turned around happily and looked into the house.

After killing the "Funeral Silver Coin" that he hated, Takamori Masumi put down his gun with a heavy breath and did not attack anyone else.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to kill anyone either." She clenched her fists tightly:

“It was just that when I saw the funeral silver coin… or rather, President Izuka’s expression just now, I suddenly remembered the pair of little birds that my class had when I was in elementary school.

"The pair of birds were usually very cute, but for some reason they broke their eggs that day. My mother had run away from home and my father was also drinking and staying out. I somehow connected the broken eggs with my own experience - the innocent look of abandoning the children so easily, as if they were just throwing away a piece of garbage, made me unable to control my hatred.

"When I shot Mr. Inozuka... I felt exactly the same way.

"He gave me a job and a comfortable life. I always regarded him as a benefactor who changed my life. After I became famous, other companies and even talent scouts offered me olive branches countless times, but I ignored them and focused on being a young model in this medium-sized company... I thought I was repaying his kindness, but in his eyes, I was still just a thing that could be discarded at any time."

Although Sato Miwako could hear her grief and anger, she still didn't understand some things: "Wait, are you trying to say that President Izuka is the 'funeral silver coin' who serially murdered three or four people? But today..."

You killed someone with a gun in public today, and appeared in the secret room where Sayoko Kiriyama died. No matter how you look at it, the funeral silver coins are yours.

Officer Sato originally wanted to say this.

But a certain police intuition and the honesty in Masumi Takamori's words made her feel that something seemed to be wrong.

So after a moment, Sato Miwako quietly turned her head to the side and asked Jiang Xia for help: "Translate! You must understand what she is saying, right?"

Fortunately, the detective received her distress signal.

Jiang Xia came back to his senses: "Gao Sen might be trying to say that although she did kill those people, it was not her own will, but someone hiding behind the scenes, calling himself 'Funeral Silver Coin', threatened her to do so. Those 'shrouds' should also be prepared by Funeral Silver Coin. After all, Gao Sen does not have much design experience, and she cannot make such a wedding dress herself.

"In order to escape legal punishment, the threat actor would definitely try every means to hide his true identity from Takamori. But for some reason, while being threatened, Takamori suddenly discovered that the 'Funeral Silver Coin' was the respected President Inozuka, so she felt that she was being used, betrayed and abandoned, and in anger she attacked President Inozuka in public."

Takamori Masumi came back to his senses and followed Jiang Xia's steady voice, realizing that he had missed out on such an important thing.

She nodded quickly. "I... 'Funeral Silver Coin' got some evidence against me. Well, I'll just tell you straight now. Three days ago, my ex-boyfriend came to blackmail me, and I killed him. 'Funeral Silver Coin' took a photo of the scene where I dumped my body, and he used that to threaten me to kill him."

Sato Miwako: "..." Wait, wait! How come there is another corpse dumping case? The more cases are solved, the more they are solved!

Masumi Takamori didn't notice the faint collapse under the calm face of the policewoman. She found that Jiang Xia seemed to believe that she was not the mastermind. As if grasping a life-saving straw, she continued: "President Inozuka has been using the same perfume in recent years. I recognized him through the men's perfume on him! Besides... besides, I really didn't kill Miss Kiriyama. I was knocked unconscious by the 'Funeral Silver Coin' as soon as I arrived at that room last night."

"Okay, I understand." Sato Miwako quickly wrote down the details in her notebook.

However, after sending Takamori Masumi to the nearby police station, she looked at her notes again: "She didn't kill Miss Kiriyama... Is this kid really not lying?"

Jiang Xia looked at his watch: "What do you mean?"

Miwako Sato flipped through the intelligence her subordinates had just collected: "The door of the room just now was locked, and the window was broken, so it couldn't be opened far enough for someone to pass through. In other words, it was a secret room - there were two keys to the room, one of which was in the hands of the deceased Kiriyama Sayoko, and the other was kept at the front desk 24 hours a day.

"Don't be fooled by the fact that the doors here seem old. In fact, those who can live here are all rich people, so the security is very good. The door keys are all electronic keys with chips that cannot be reproduced. Except for Takamori Masumi who was in the room at the time, no one else could get in."

"Not necessarily. The more a room looks like a secret room, the easier it is to be tampered with." Jiang Xia looked at her. "I have something to do. I'll be back soon. Before that, remember to send someone to the hospital."

Sato Miwako looked confused: "Hospital?"

Jiang Xia nodded: "Just say that President Izuka was successfully rescued and is in the hospital for observation."

…

After leaving all the finishing work and other tasks to the useful police, Jiang Xia prepared to go to the appointment according to the email he received earlier.

And the other side.

In another secluded guest room, two people whose relationship had eased for a while began a silent confrontation again.

Kurosawa Hema's eyes twitched slightly: "Letting you out to interact with the detective 'alone'? Do you remember that I'm a caretaker?"

Hashimoto Maya thought this person was too rigid: "When you were in the hospital a few days ago, didn't I also interact with others alone?"

Kurosawa Kazuma: "..." That makes sense... And after this happened, the superiors didn't even hold anyone responsible, and just brushed the matter off. He had been so annoyed by the case and Izuka Jiro these past few days that he only discovered this detail when he looked back.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Hashimoto Maya looked at him hesitantly and said, "If you really want to go... then let's go together."

"..." Kurosawa Hema, "Wait a minute, I'll talk to the higher-ups."

If there is anything I have learned from Hashimoto Maya these days, it is undoubtedly to report in advance. If the sky falls, the boss will hold it up.

Besides, it’s time to report the matter of Jiro Izuka to that mysterious superior.

Kurosawa Kazuma skillfully typed the email and sent it.

It turned out to be not an illusion. This time, the superior's reply was still very quick - Kurosawa Hema had cooperated with this superior before, but never had his reply been ranked so high.

Kurosawa Kazuma opened the reply email from his superior: “…” and felt a little happy.

...but it also feels a little off.

(End of this chapter)