The translator was very obsequious, translating the exact words verbatim.
Inspector Megure, a seasoned veteran, was completely immune to such remarks and simply gave a perfunctory chuckle.
Yoruichi Toyama raised an eyebrow.
Aunt Absinthe didn't bring a gun?
Or was it placed somewhere else? ...
Although there were many guests present, the search for obvious items like guns was still very quick.
“Inspector,” the officer who had conducted the search returned and reported, “no one was carrying any firearms or similar items.”
Just as Inspector Megure's eyes widened, the panting officer brought over another trash can.
"But a modified handgun with a silencer was found in this trash can."
Garbage... huh?
Yoruichi Toyama turned her head to look at the crystal chandelier that was still placed on the carpet as before, and then glanced at Miss Chris in the distance.
"What do we do now?" Inspector Megure scratched his head through his hat. "Can we get the fingerprints from the gun?"
While he certainly could, it's likely that Kenzo Masuyama wasn't wearing gloves in that situation.
However, fingerprint matching still takes time.
When Toyama Yoru thought about the wealth of this car group chairman, he realized it would be strange if he didn't run away afterward.
We must catch him on the spot.
"There's another way, faster than checking fingerprints."
Reminded by Yoruichi Toyama, Inspector Megure also remembered.
"Oh, right, check the gunpowder reaction!"
...
When the guests lined up again to undergo the smoke reaction test, Kenzo Masuyama finally couldn't hold back any longer.
He groaned and slid down, collapsing onto the police officer who came to help him.
"You...you can't do this to me...I'm old...and I have heart disease..."
"Sir, did you bring your medicine?" Before he could rally the others to their sense of righteous indignation, Yoruichi Toyama stepped forward and asked with concern.
Her gentle demeanor and soft tone are the result of countless encounters with the various reasonable and unreasonable demands of the elderly residents in the community.
Kenzo Masuyama was momentarily speechless.
I told you I have a heart condition, so you let me go! Why are you asking me what I need my medicine for?
"Sir, heart disease is no joke, don't be careless."
"What about emergency medication? Take it first, otherwise even if you call an ambulance, it might not be in time."
Yoruichi Toyama became more and more serious as she spoke, and she half-squatted down to support Kenzo Masuyama's body, while also lifting up his right arm.
"Come on, officer, let's make an exception and let this old gentleman be tested first."
"Please make way, everyone. Respecting the elderly and caring for the young is a traditional virtue in Japan..."
Muttering to himself, he was half-dragged, half-supported as he was led to the police officer in charge of the testing.
The police officers conducted tests one by one, becoming like robots, taking samples from any outstretched hand and applying them to test strips.
Masuyama Kenzo let out a shout and struggled twice with extraordinary strength.
Unfortunately, it was Yoruichi Toyama who was supporting him now, so this struggle became like the thrashing of someone drowning—the movements were quite large, but he couldn't move an inch.
Seeing that the police had finished taking the sample, Masuyama Kenzo, having nowhere else to turn, simply rolled his eyes and stopped moving.
"Oh no!" Inspector Megure was a seasoned veteran, and he was most afraid of this kind of thing. The evidence was unclear, and he would be subject to complaints.
"Brother Yuanshan, what should we do?"
Yoruichi Toyama, who was called "brother," turned around and smiled, showing no sign of panic.
Playing dead, huh?
Playing dead would make things much easier.
I couldn't get rid of you when I was a cop, and I still can't now?
Without saying a word, he laid Masuyama Kenzo flat on the ground.
The tie was ripped off, and the buttons on the suit and shirt were undone.
The old man's withered chest was exposed.
The ladies present covered their faces in embarrassment and disgust.
Yoruichi Toyama reached out and measured the midpoint of the line connecting her breasts. She placed her left palm on top of her right palm, stretched out her arms, and began performing chest compressions to the rhythm of "The Most Dazzling Ethnic Trend".
To be honest, CPR chest compressions are not something you can just do with any amount of force.
The sternum should be depressed at least 5cm.
A physique like Yoruichi Toyama's, enhanced by the system, truly makes the best use of one's talents.
Even when Kenzo Masuyama was in shock, he was able to be temporarily brought back to life.
Pretending is more painful.
"The vast horizon is my love..."
Before he could finish a single line of lyrics, the old man let out a loud "Aow!" and unleashed an unprecedented burst of strength, swatting away Yoruichi Toyama's hands that were trying to save him.
"No, stop pressing it... If you press it again, I'm really going to die..."
"I...I confess, that gun is mine...Please, take me away quickly..."
Kenzo Masuyama, with tears streaming down his face, looked at Inspector Megure and his group.
"Don't let this detective touch me again!"
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