As a department under the First Investigation Division, Special Investigation Team 7 is naturally not so idle as to stay in the office every day to organize files of unsolved cases.
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However, the crime rate in Tokyo does seem to be lower than that in Osaka. As the department head, Fujiwara Yuu naturally will not rush to the front line in every case. He still trusts his management subordinates very much, and divides them into two groups in the best way.
Of course, a certain "shameless" guy insisted on being in the same team with him, and now... after being idle for half a month, Fujiwara Yu finally had his first police call. It wasn't his idea, but the other two teams were following up on the cases they had on hand, and now there was no one to send.
"I say, can't you just not ride a motorcycle? There's no way to get a ride even if you want." Yin Dahang looked at Fujiwara Yuu who was sitting astride the motorcycle with a helmet on in confusion. Since he didn't have a car, he had to take a taxi to the scene of the crime. After all, the procedures for applying for a public car now were a bit time-consuming.
Fujiwara Yu calmly started the motorcycle, waved to Yin Dahang and left:
"You know I like motorcycles, so I'm leaving first. You hold on tight."
"I know. Be careful on the road!" Yin Dahang was like a concerned old father. He watched Fujiwara Yu disappear into the night, and then stood on the street to hail a taxi. He had already started to think about whether to buy a car. After all, the ring for the proposal had already been bought, and he couldn't take the subway to every date.
The crime scene was at 6-34, Hakusan-cho, Bunkyo-ku. When Fujiwara Yu arrived at the scene on a motorcycle, he noticed that the mobile search team that had arrived in advance was maintaining order. After all, the crime happened on a busy street, and there were many people gathered outside the scene holding their mobile phones to watch the excitement.
After Fujiwara Yu parked the motorcycle in a suitable location, he took off his helmet and walked forward quickly. He took out his police officer ID and handed it to the officer of the Mobile Search Team. After confirming that everything was correct, the scene was officially taken over by their Special Search Team 7.
He stuffed his ID in his pocket and went straight to the victim's body. It was always difficult to deal with bodies that had fallen from a high place like this, and the victim was lying on the ground, so his face was probably broken beyond recognition.
Fujiwara Yu put on gloves, bent down and turned the body over. When he saw the bloody face, he showed a surprised expression - it was not because it was too bloody that made him feel uncomfortable, but the collapsed part of the face looked a little weird.
The uneven, sunken facial wounds looked more like someone had repeatedly struck the victim in the face with a blunt object.
He couldn't help but look up at the high-rise apartment building in front of him. He roughly estimated that it should have about twenty floors. From the fractures of the body, it was not difficult to judge that the victim fell from the fifth to tenth floors. As for how to judge whether she fell before or after death, he had to first determine the exact floor from which the victim fell.
Fujiwara Yuu looked up at the Mobile Investigation Team officer standing nearby and asked:
"Has the victim been identified?"
"Yes, she's Ms. Hiromi Kitagawa, who lives on the tenth floor. She's 25 years old and a homeschool teacher at Teitan Elementary School. The victim fell at 8:38 PM. I got this information from the apartment manager."
After hearing the police officer's answer, Fujiwara Yu felt a little strange. The victim's face was already in that state, so how did the apartment manager recognize him? Could he remember the clothes of every resident?
"Where is the apartment manager?"
"He's sitting on the steps over there. His name is Kazuhisa Harada. He's the person who called the police and a witness. He was relatively calm when he spoke to us and was much easier to communicate with than the victim's husband, Mr. Kitagawa." The police officer couldn't help but smile bitterly when he thought of the scene when he arrived at the scene.
The victim's husband?
Fujiwara Yu looked around and found that there was no such person at the scene. He had no choice but to contact the scientific research institute to come and transport the body while approaching the dull-looking apartment manager.
"Hello, is this Mr. Harada Kazuhisa?"
The silver-haired Harada Kazuhisa pushed the reading glasses on his nose. He didn't look like the excellent person in his memory. Even when he stood up, he supported his knees with his hands. It was obvious that he was old and his mobility was far less than that of young people.
"Are you... a police officer?" Harada Kazuhisa was a little unsure after noticing the hair color of the young man in front of him, but the other party was indeed standing within the cordon, so he might be a police officer with a more unique personality.
"Yes, I am." Fujiwara Yuu showed Harada Kazuhisa his police officer ID. His tone was gentler when addressing an elderly man, and he asked patiently, "Mr. Harada, may I ask how you remember the time of the fall and how you identified the victim?"
Harada Kazuhisa was not frightened by the police's questioning. He prepared his words before answering:
"I happened to be chatting with Ms. Beichuan's husband when we heard a loud bang. I ran outside and saw someone had fallen to their death. I was terrified, but I still ran back to the management office to check the clock. As for how I knew she was Ms. Beichuan, it was because Mr. Beichuan said the clothes were the same as his wife's. I asked him to go home and check. After I called the police, he came back and cried and said it was his wife."
The fact that both of them witnessed the fall from the building means that they both have an alibi. However, this does not completely rule out their suspicion. After all, as long as they can enter the fall scene, they have the opportunity to create a time difference to commit the crime.
"Thank you for the clue. Could you tell me the specific room number where Ms. Beichuan lives?"
"It's Room 1003. There are police officers still investigating upstairs, so they've all gone upstairs."
Fujiwara Yuu quickly grasped the information contained in this sentence and asked sharply:
"them?"
"Yes, there happened to be a party at Mr. Kitagawa's house today. It seemed to be a reunion with high school classmates... Oh, I never expected something like this to happen. They were obviously so in love." A trace of regret flashed across Harada Kazuhisa's face. He shook his head and sighed slowly.
Did the organizer of a high school reunion fall off a building? That's quite interesting. I'm afraid either friendship is made of plastic or love is made of plastic.
Because there is no need for scientific research or autopsy to determine that she fell from a building after death, judging from the fact that her blood did not coagulate and the irregular fractures throughout her body, the possibility of her falling from a building during her lifetime is extremely low.
So if you want to confirm that your idea is correct, you just need to go upstairs and investigate the location where the person fell.
Fujiwara Yu took the elevator to the tenth floor without waiting for Yin Dahang. He stood at the door of Room 1003 and knocked twice, and the door was quickly opened.
When he saw the person standing in the door, his eyes suddenly shrank.
How come she is here?
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