Wrongful Conviction 18
"Yeah, that's right," Sugita Taro confessed everything calmly. Because of the long time, he himself couldn't remember many of the cases very clearly. Ishii Kazuki didn't interrupt him and let him talk. "I started committing crimes 30 years ago. The identity of a truck driver gave me a lot of convenience. In my free time on the way to the next work place, I often decided to do a job on a whim or when I was short of money..."
He shrugged. "I just wanted money, not life...ah, don't look at me like that. I can't just do nothing if they resist, right? I can only blame bad luck. I usually just tap lightly or pull the trigger lightly or something..."
"Ahem," Ishii Kazuki had to interrupt after hearing about the wooden barrel, "So, where is the wooden barrel? You were imprisoned four years ago, but the wooden barrel only appeared recently..."
"It was stolen," Sugita Taro spread out his hands, staring at the two police officers with cloudy eyes, "It was stolen 19 years ago, before Kuwata Tsubasa was arrested. Well, I was the one who stole it originally..."
"Can you tell me more about this part?" Hagiwara Kenji stroked his chin and gave a sad look to Ishii Kazuki, who had just handed the task of taking notes to him. "Tell me about your origins and whereabouts."
Sugita Taro was unexpectedly easy to talk to, or perhaps he was in a state of sharing, he spoke naturally, "There's nothing much to say, more than 20 years ago, I stole a messenger bag from a car on the side of the road, and the wooden warehouse was inside. Ah, don't ask what car and what bag, I have forgotten everything." He said without any guilt, "As for where it went, I said that 19 years ago, I went to Hokkaido for transportation work, and the whole bag was stolen when I left the station. Tsk, there was also half a month's food money in it..."
"So the wooden box fell into the hands of another thief?" Hagiwara Kenji also felt that it was difficult to deal with. The time was long and the technology was backward. In addition, most thieves moved from one place to another. It was extremely difficult to track down the source of the wooden box. "Mr. Sugita, do you have any other clues?" He glanced at the prisoner's faint smile, "Is it about that thief?"
The prisoner, who was gradually getting old, snorted softly. His skin had lost most of its moisture. He grinned, and every wrinkle on his face relaxed. "Very smart," he seemed very satisfied that he was being asked for advice, and he didn't keep anyone in suspense. "I've run that line many times. Being a thief is actually a very technical job. My bag was stolen when I was carrying it, and it took me a long time to find out..."
"Honda Tsuneichi," he said the name slowly, "He's the only one in that place who has this technology. I caught several thieves and threatened to make a hole in their heads to get this information. You guys got it for free."
"Honda Tsuneichi..." Ishii Kazuki repeated the name, as if he was chewing and savoring something, "It's really unfamiliar..." He looked at the time, and finally pushed the document in front of Sugita Taro and asked him to sign, "See if there are any questions, Mr. Sugita."
Taro Sugita glanced at it briefly and signed his name with some difficulty.
"Oh, let me ask you little bastards one last question," he asked again, as if on a whim, "Can I get what I deserve?"
"Of course, please trust our police."
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