Chapter 3380 3392 [Jumping off the building] Ask for monthly ticket (`)

In the end, as a mature police officer, Inspector Megure simply kept his complaints hidden in his heart.

Just wait and see what this Osaka detective is up to.

Inspector Megure: "..." The only problem is, according to Hattori, he plans to wait until Teacher Judy falls asleep before taking action.

"Although that foreign friend seemed carefree and had been drinking, someone just died, and she's now lying in the same bed the deceased slept in..." An officer rubbed his chin, feeling something was amiss. "How could anyone really sleep in this situation?"

The answer is of course no.

More than being unable to sleep, Judy was completely alert. Her pale blue eyes were wide open, and she was on high alert, prepared for any possible accidents.

—After the detective and the police left the room, she sat up and gulped down a mouthful of wine in her mouth and spat it back into the bottle.

Although she wasn't completely abstaining from alcohol, at least she didn't have to drink what she was drinking. Given her alcohol tolerance, this didn't affect her judgment.

"Although it's a bit unhygienic, it's a matter of life and death, so I can't care about that!" After spitting out the wine, Judy wiped the corner of her mouth, capped the bottle, stuffed it back under the bed, and lay back in the quilt.

She pinched the edge of the quilt and pulled it up to her chin. She opened her eyes and looked at the dark room, muttering to herself, "I didn't expect everyone to leave. Now, no one can kick me downstairs again... So, how exactly does that guy who wrote the script want to harm me?"

As she was thinking, suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she seemed to see a few small white shadows passing by on the ground. However, when she looked closely, there was nothing there.

"…An illusion caused by mental stress?"

After being on guard for a while, Judy gradually relaxed.

She stretched herself, trying to cheer herself up, and at that moment, the back of her outstretched hand felt numb, as if bitten by a mosquito.

"What kind of mosquito is this? It actually flew to the 21st floor..." She withdrew her hand, closed her heavy eyelids... and then fell asleep smoothly.

At the head of the bed, a pair of cat eyes watched all this leisurely.

After confirming that Judy had "fallen asleep drunkenly", it nodded slightly and quietly left.

…

10 minutes later.

After finishing his preparations, Hattori Heiji took out his phone and said, "It's almost time. Now, let's begin the experiment!"

Inspector Megure yawned: "..." It finally started. He was almost too sleepy.

Hattori Heiji tapped his phone and looked at the young office worker: "First, Mr. Nakamachi, I remember you said that after leaving the venue, you sent an email to the deceased."

The young office worker nodded and looked at him warily, wondering what many Osaka people were up to with this weird idea.

Under his nervous gaze, Hattori Heiji just pressed his phone and said, "Then according to the procedure, now I will also send an email to Teacher Judy."

In the bedroom.

The phone under the pillow buzzed. The vibration made Judy open her eyes groggily and pick it up.

When I clicked on it, there was a short email:

[Who are you?]

"Who am I?" Judy dazedly turned off her phone and threw it back on the bed. "What a weird thing..."

Outside the room.

Hattori Heiji waited for a while, but did not receive a reply.

This made him sigh slightly.

"I heard that organization doesn't like dealing with the police. I originally wanted to express my suspicions about her directly, so that this somewhat suspicious woman would turn her attention to me, the son of a high-ranking police officer. This would help Kudo share some of the pressure and, by the way, make that organization more restrained... But why didn't she reply?

"Oh, I hope she at least actually read this email, instead of being so engrossed in the drama that she fell into a drunken sleep like the deceased and ignored the content of the email.

While muttering to himself, Hattori Heiji had to continue doing his job well.

He then looked at the deceased's girlfriend. "After the text message, this lady took photos downstairs with a camera with a flash. Almost at the same time, Mr. Shengsheng called the deceased. Is that right?"

The two suspects nodded irritably and doubtfully.

Seeing this, Inspector Megure had no choice but to call his subordinate who had stayed downstairs and said, "Sato, you can start filming."

"Okay." At the bottom of the apartment building, Sato Miwako responded, hung up the phone, and started taking pictures of the upstairs with Shimoda Chika's camera.

Everything the two suspects had done had been repeated, and the only thing left was the phone call the deceased received before his death.

In the living room upstairs, Hattori Heiji glanced at the closed bedroom door, pressed the buttons on his mobile phone, and dialed a number.

…

In the bedroom.

Although she tried to drink as little as possible, alcohol was still alcohol after all. Combined with the effect of the anesthetic injection, it gave Judy a headache and she just wanted to cover herself with the quilt and have a good sleep.

However, unlike the brief vibration just now, this time, the phone next to the pillow kept buzzing.

"Who is it? Is it James again?" Judy muttered as she groped over and picked up the phone.

Just as he was about to speak, a strange voice suddenly came from the other side: "I don't know what Mr. Shengsheng said to the deceased before. In this case, let's just chat casually."

Judy: "...Hmm?"

What Mr. Rising, what deceased person... Wait, where is she?!

Judy regained some consciousness, sat up, and tried to sort out her messy thoughts.

Meanwhile, Hattori Heiji heard her silence and said to himself, "How about we talk about the answer to that email?"

Judy pressed her brow and instinctively asked, "What email?"

Hattori Heiji was stunned. Hearing the sleepy voice from the other side, he was a little surprised: "No way, you really fell asleep?"... I thought you were pretending just now!

Judy only heard the first half of the voice in the receiver, and the other half turned into intermittent crackling sounds.

Judy is familiar with this situation: this high-rise apartment building is great in every way except for the poor signal. Therefore, she is planning to install a landline phone at home so she can easily contact her colleagues.

Before the arrival of the landline, she certainly had her own way of dealing with it - although the signal was very poor in most places, there were always one or two places where the signal was barely passable.

"Just go to the balcony." Judy stood up and walked to the window on the other side of the bedroom.

If I remember correctly, there were two windows in this bedroom. One was next to the single bed, leading directly to the underworld. The other was on the wall next to it, connecting to the balcony.

After all, she was an adult. After waking up, a lot of messy information slowly gathered in Judy's mind - she remembered the annoying experiment and the murder case she had encountered.