Chapter 16 JK Detective 2
Since she had shown the stolen goods, Kurosaki Utsuki took the opportunity to explain the background story. Although she should be able to clarify it through her words when she helped her record the video later, she always felt that asking questions would reduce her enthusiasm for work.
"About three years ago, three people robbed the armored car of the Mika Credit Bank and stole 800 million yen."
She stood up and dusted off her gloves.
"Later, because the spoils were not divided equally—not really, but everyone wanted to keep the huge sum for themselves—two of them pretended to work together and tampered with the other's car, sending him to the hospital."
Kenji Hagiwara, standing nearby, had a look of "I see."
Kurosaki Utsuki curled her lips. "Then the two of them secretly buried the money in the backyard of an acquaintance's house abroad. They were planning to kill each other and then disappear for a while, waiting to transfer this huge fortune."
"Their methods didn't seem particularly sophisticated. I only got a rough idea of their operations from the fragments of their arguments. Since they had nothing to do with the case I was trying to decipher, I didn't investigate in detail—"
"Anyway, fortunately, both of them succeeded."
The result is what we have now - the third robber who was discharged from the hospital a long time ago has no idea where the money is hidden, the two people who killed each other fought in the soul state for three years, the acquaintance who borrowed the yard has never returned to his country and no one knows what is new in his home, and the police also regard this robbery as an unsolved case that is difficult to trace.
Hagiwara Kenji nodded slowly: "So, this money..."
"I dug it out last night." The Death Agent, who was working from dusk till dawn despite being on holiday, threw up his hands helplessly. "The burial spot is perfect. There are trees and a wall around it, so the neighbors won't notice what I'm doing."
This means that the two people who buried the money did have some planning ability - unfortunately not much, and they didn't think much about how to protect themselves.
Although he wanted to complain about the man's outrageous act of digging up someone else's yard in the middle of the night, Hagiwara Kenji tried his best to focus on the more important issue: "What is the robber's request?"
It's impossible to return the money to the bank, right?
Kurosaki Utahi tilted his head. "Well, give the money to their third comrade who's still alive, and then I can take half."
"...You won't agree to it, will you?"
"Yes, I agreed. Otherwise, they wouldn't have told me where the money was buried."
She looked as if it was a matter of course, but after noticing the other person's surprise, her expression became even more surprised than the other person's.
"Hagiwara-san, you don't think I'm the type to keep my word, do you?"
The boy opposite laughed awkwardly, "I always feel like there's this idea that the God of Death doesn't lie and always keeps his promises."
The Death Agent, who often spoke nonsense in a serious tone due to the peculiarities of his job, shrugged and said, "I'm really sorry, it's your misunderstanding."
There are even unscrupulous businessmen who are willing to give people goods that have been expired for decades.
…Not only does it exist, but she also likes it.
Hagiwara Kenji didn't feel any regret: "In that case, what are you going to do with the 800 million yen, Kurosaki-chan?"
Kurosaki Utsuki replied immediately: "All for myself - don't worry, I'll split it in half when we meet, and give you 400 million as hush money."
"Kurosaki-chan..."
"Why don't you believe it this time?" She looked at the boy opposite her with amusement and pointed her finger at the ceiling above her head. "That's 400 million yen. You can buy two small houses like this."
Although she definitely doesn't want to buy such a big house in the future, cleaning is too tiring and it's easy to give up on cleaning and just lie down and mess around - which is what she is already doing.
After a brief thought, the young man Hagiwara straightened his expression and looked into her eyes.
Kurosaki Utsuki subconsciously held her breath.
"I don't think Kurosaki-chan would accept such ill-gotten gains." The boy in front of him said seriously, "Kurosaki-chan is a superhero who protects the peace of rice and flower. If she did something bad like that, it would destroy the children's dreams."
...Wow, why does it sound so childish?
But...why did her heartbeat actually speed up?
Wait, she understood! It must be because his voice was too similar to Urahara-san's! Suddenly being fed a meal replacement and having his heartbeat speed up was completely normal, and had nothing to do with him personally—
"Superheroes have their own difficulties." Kurosaki Utsuki turned around as if to cover up and went back to fiddling with her phone. "Even if you ignore the fact that before the transformation, there might be an unattainable first love and an unpaid mortgage, after the transformation, there will still be endless monsters to fight and monsters that cannot be defeated."
Once again, Hagiwara Kenji was puzzled by her words. "How can there be a monster that cannot be defeated?" He asked, "Don't superheroes explode seeds when they are emotionally upset?"
...Could this guy be even more immature than her?
"The idea that 'as long as you're here, I can do anything' only works in idealistic anime. Like in Ultraman movies, when the audience is called upon to chant his name during the final battle, that's just to liven up the atmosphere and increase audience participation. Reality is different. If you can't win, you can't win."
But the other party's attention was completely elsewhere: "Don't you like Ultraman, Kurosaki-chan?"
"Huh? Not really. I just like Kamen Rider more. Especially W's winning line is really cool. I even bought his belt before... What are you laughing at? Is that not okay?"
She is fifteen years old and still likes heroes who can transform, speak in a middle school style, wear suits and fight monsters with plastic toys. What's wrong with that?
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Of course no problem.
Kenji Hagiwara raised his phone, pressed the camera button, and made an OK gesture to the girl opposite him.
He would smile at that moment simply because the girl, whose face was filled with excitement and joy and whose eyes were shining as she talked about something she liked, was so cute that it was inconsistent with her identity as a death god.
And then there is something even cuter——
In front of the camera, a girl wearing a detective suit and a mask with a cartoon persimmon pattern on it turned sideways and raised one hand forward.
"Then, let's count your sins—"
Kenji Hagiwara laughed silently behind the camera.
How should I put it, it's just... really cute.
After the initial lines borrowed from Kamen Rider, Kurosaki Utsuki began to narrate the truth of the case: "Let me start with the conclusion - three years ago, in the Beika City Credit Bank robbery, I found the stolen 800 million yen and investigated the identities of the three robbers. The money has been sent to Nichimi TV, signed in my name. I hope the TV station can help me pass it on to the police."
Of course, she hasn't done this yet. She will have to wait until she finishes editing the video before mailing it.
"I forgot to introduce myself." Of course, this wasn't a real forgetfulness, but rather a script she had prepared. Then she raised her head and tossed her cape with a dashing manner, "I'm Hagiwara Kakiko, and from today on, I'm a JK detective."
The photographer behind the camera was immediately stunned.
Huh? Wait, what did she say her name was?
When he noticed she was wearing a mask, he realized she wanted to hide her identity, so it made sense for her to use a pseudonym, but why did she suddenly use his last name?
Although she definitely didn't mean that, most likely just to give him, the photographer, a sense of presence, it sounded like she had become a citizen of his family...
The young detective in front of the camera continued speaking.
"I first noticed something unusual when I happened to hear about someone claiming to be a relative of the deceased and claiming the belongings of two deceased people. The value of their belongings was far less than the various expenses he had paid for the disposal of the remains, so I did some research—"
"Omitting the process, I eventually contacted the two deceased's friend who was abroad and successfully dug up the stolen money from his yard."
...This process is a part that has to be omitted. She only prepared for one day, and it was not easy to write the beginning part smoothly.
"The police previously concluded that the two unidentified victims were murdered by each other. The person who impersonated the deceased's relative was hospitalized due to a car accident shortly after the robbery. Based on the many clues I've uncovered, I believe these three individuals are the perpetrators of the robbery, and that they intended to keep the stolen money for themselves, leading to the current situation."
"Of course, I'll leave it to the police. That's all I want to do regarding this case."
After receiving the 800 million yen, the TV station could not help but call the police, and they would most likely take the video confirmed at about the same time seriously - if all goes well, the police would then use the information she registered on the program's official website to find her, investigate and collect evidence, and then confirm that what she found was the truth.
And then... she just waited to collect the reward money.
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"Kurosaki-chan is amazing, she has a great sense of the camera, and her lines are not awkward at all."
Anyone would feel happy with this kind of compliment, and she already felt very good about herself, so she didn't think the other person's words were flattering at all.
Kurosaki Utsuki looked up from the screen, her eyes sparkling as she looked at the other person, her face full of "keep going" and "praise me more".
However, this expression only lasted for a few seconds. After a few seconds, she restrained her expression and continued to play the role of a handsome JK detective who was at ease with everything.
Today she plans to finish filming the four videos she has prepared, and she can't relax until they are all completed.
The process was indeed going quite smoothly. Just as it was getting dark, the semi-finished products that made her quite satisfied were ready.
She planned to go out for a barbecue for dinner. Her photographer had been very conscientious and responsible all day and had refused the salary she had planned to pay, so she had to treat him to a meal.
However, just as she went back to her room to change clothes, the doorbell suddenly rang.
After being asked to "answer the door for me," Hagiwara Kenji, who was waiting in the living room, very considerately got up to open the door. What he saw immediately was the figure of his own little girl being held in the arms of a strange young princess.
"Matsuda?"
There was some blood on the curly-haired boy's face, and although his chest was still moving, he was obviously in a coma.
The man holding the curly-haired boy raised an eyebrow: "Are you the person Ge Xi met today?" He didn't say anything more, but raised his voice directly to the room, "Ge Xi, there is a human who bravely protected a child and needs your treatment-"
"Even if I am the daughter of a doctor, I do not have the ability to practice medicine, let alone the qualifications to practice medicine." Kurosaki Utsuki's voice came from a few meters away.
Even though she couldn't identify spiritual pressure, she knew it was Geto Suguru just by the voice.
The orange-haired girl walked towards the door, her mouth pouting and her face full of distress, but even so, she didn't want to refuse: "Come in - wait a minute, you are wearing a prosthetic body, you are not here to eat for free, right?"
Wait a minute, could the person being hugged be Matsuda?
Could it be that after treating Hagiwara three times in a row, it was now his friend Matsuda's turn? Could she charge for medical treatment that wasn't covered by health insurance?
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