Kazuo Okura, 33 years old this year, is a typical "three-nothing" person with ordinary looks, ordinary mind and ordinary family background.
Since he didn't want to go back to Nagano Prefecture and wanted to stay in the bustling Tokyo, after saving enough money, he rented a small shop in a cheap location and sold some daily necessities, snacks, cigarettes and alcohol. It was absolutely no problem for him to support himself.
But he didn't expect that his ordinary life would be disrupted today.
Just when he was about to close the shop and go to the back street to play marbles, a beautiful female student came to him breathlessly. She asked him if there were any surveillance cameras in his shop. The joy she showed after learning that there were surveillance cameras made Okura Kazuo feel very confused.
The next time he met the female student, he brought two people in police uniforms and a young, handsome and fashionable young man. It seemed that the girl he had finally moved had a boyfriend, which was a pity.
He did not give the other party a bad look just because he felt sorry. After seeing the police, his expression subconsciously became serious. When he learned that the surveillance in the store was what they needed, he cooperated very well and also asked in a low voice what had happened.
We learned that the old lady who often brought the little boy here was murdered at home.
Okura Kazuo was initially bewildered, unable to believe such a thing could happen in this ordinary neighborhood. But the way they watched the surveillance video silently reminded him of the harsh truth... His ordinary life seemed to be disturbed, but it was the kind he least wanted.
Maybe the days when the wind is calm are good too.
While Okura Kazuo was in a daze, the beautiful female student seemed to have discovered something important. Secondly, the handsome boy actually became the leader of the reasoning case. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: He is really a promising young man.
"There aren't so many coincidences in this world. The overlapping clues are the truth we are looking for. I think he must be the murderer we are looking for."
After hearing the young man's profound words, Kazuo Okura suddenly became curious. He sat up and stuck his head out to look at the surveillance video of the quota screen through the gap. He was stunned when he saw it.
It wasn't until he heard the voice of "I'll contact the technician right away!" that he came to his senses, raised his hand and said:
"Um, Officer, I know this person."
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Perhaps there are coincidences in this world, and this coincidence is leading them to the truth.
Hearing this, the police officer could no longer contain his excitement. He placed his hands on the counter and said excitedly:
"Really? Do you know his name, age, and where he lives?!"
Time is precious. The key evidence they have now depends on whether the murderer notices it. If he cleans it up, there may be no way to arrest him - because whether it is a police officer or a detective, evidence is important.
Okura Kazuo did not dare to delay and quickly recalled and said:
"He's been a regular here lately, buying cigarettes from me. He buys the cheapest young leaf cigarettes, 300 yen a pack."
"Let's get to the point. I don't want to know about such irrelevant topics!"
Fujiwara Yuu noticed that the officer was a little anxious. He understood that he wanted to solve the case quickly, but a nervous boss wouldn't be good for his recollection, so he quickly asked a leading question:
"Boss, since he's here to buy cigarettes, he should have shown his driver's license, right?"
"Oh, yes, I remember his name was Saburo Taguchi. Yes, that's the right name!"
After hearing this, Fujiwara Yu already had a preliminary impression of the suspect Saburo Taguchi: Saburo Taguchi, male, adult, between 1.65 and 1.7 meters tall, thin, and from a family with poor financial conditions.
Why did he come out with no money? Because he didn't choose to go to the cigarette vending machine, which is more expensive but extremely convenient and does not require a driver's license to buy cigarettes. This information was learned by a smoker named Matsuda.
"It should be easy to check with the name, right?" Fujiwara Yu looked at the two police officers beside him and asked.
"Well, although it's a common name, it can still be checked through the ID photo on the driver's license." The police officer took out his flip phone and immediately contacted the technician. While waiting, he couldn't help but pace back and forth anxiously in the convenience store, almost making the owner Kazuo Okura dizzy.
Fortunately, the technicians were quick to retrieve the information from the database and successfully identified a man living in Apartment Building 9, 14-9, Beika-cho 5-chome, using his driver's license. Since the appearance was an exact match, they were certain he was the right person.
"You two should come with us. We are grateful for your assistance in this case."
"Um."
After Fujiwara Yuu and Miyano Akemi successfully got into the back seat of the police car, they straightened their backs and placed their hands on their knees like children being scolded by their class teacher, not daring to move at all. They even kept their eyes on their toes and did not dare to move to the side at all.
It's not that I feel guilty, it's just that when I'm in a police car, especially when I encounter a red light...
The gazes of passers-by outside the window looking in were really tormenting.
They both even complained in their hearts helplessly: It's outrageous enough that the date would take place at a murder scene and in a police car.
Fujiwara Yu was somewhat thankful that this was a secret arrest plan. Looking at the bright side...well, at least the sirens didn't sound.
Ten long minutes passed, and the two men exited the train at a speed comparable to that of a Shinkansen train. The officer glanced at them with surprise. If their legs hadn't been closed, he would have suspected they were desperate to find a restroom.
"Yami, don't go up there. Stay next to the police car." Fujiwara Yu felt that there might be danger if she went up there, so it would make her feel safer if she stayed next to the police car. Generally, criminals would not choose to commit crimes next to police cars.
"Well, be careful, Fujiwara-kun."
Fujiwara Yu nodded and followed the two police officers upstairs. The apartment building was quite old, and his leather shoes made a squeaking sound when he stepped on the stairs, making it difficult to suppress the sound of his footsteps.
But the situation was much better in the corridor. The leading police officer wanted to take out the revolver from the holster but another police officer stopped him with a shake of his head. There was no conclusive evidence at the moment, so this approach was somewhat inappropriate.
"Fujiwara-san, you're in plain clothes, this matter..."
"Leave it to me."
Fujiwara Yuu knew what the police officer was thinking and had to admit that his approach was correct, as it would not alert the suspect. So he walked naturally to the door of the suspect Saburo Taguchi and knocked on it.
Boom boom boom.
After three rings, there was a noise inside, accompanied by an impatient voice:
"Who is it? You're so blind you don't know there's a doorbell!!"
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PS: Actually, before the advent of the Taspo card, that is, before 2008, Japan's ban on minors buying tobacco was not strict. But I want to be strict here in advance: you must use your driver's license to prove your identity before purchasing.
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