Before waiting for the detective sent by the police headquarters, Masahiro Miyazawa held out a glimmer of hope, but after seeing the inspector wearing a suit but with a peculiar hair color, he felt that his daughter's death might be hastily concluded.
The older generation has more traditional ideas, so they subconsciously think that this inspector is a relative. Otherwise, why would they allow a police officer with dyed hair to hold such an important position as the inspector of the First Investigation Division?
But soon Masahiro Miyazawa discovered that he might have misunderstood the inspector. Unlike other police officers, he did not immediately question the people involved in the case. Instead, he repeatedly observed the crime scene with an expression of serious thought.
He was even polite when questioning me, and did not rush to make conclusions like other police officers.
When Masahiro Miyazawa thought of this, a bitter smile played on his lips. He was really useless as he got older. He even looked at people he had never known with tinted glasses. He was really going backwards as he got older.
At this time, Fujiwara Yu did not know what Mr. Miyazawa was thinking, but even if he knew, he would not react too much, because his hair color would indeed cause some misunderstandings, so he would not be surprised by it.
He had already determined in his heart that this case was a homicide, so he asked aloud his second question:
"Mr. Miyazawa, have you been at home all this time?"
"No, I went to a friend's house this morning, and when I got home I saw my daughter's body."
"So the victim was the only one at home?"
Victim.
Sakata Usuke was stunned after hearing these three words. Normally, the deceased would not be referred to as "victim" in accidents and suicides. Could it be that Senior Takashi has already concluded that this was a case of homicide?
Miyazawa Masahiro's face turned ugly when he heard this. He glared at Ono Masaya, who was sitting on the sofa smoking, and said in a very unfriendly tone:
"Humph, no, some people were clearly at home and just watched my daughter die without helping. I think they just wanted my daughter to die!"
"Huh? Please, stop talking nonsense, okay?" Ono Masaya didn't want to be treated as a criminal suspect. He took a deep puff of his cigarette, exhaled, and then began to defend himself: "I was watching TV in the living room at the time, of course I didn't know, she didn't call me, and if I didn't cry for help, no one would hear me!"
"You, you, you! Officer, do you think he's talking like a human being? My daughter treats him very well on a daily basis. She takes care of everything he eats, drinks, and eats. But, officer, look at his attitude!" Masahiro Miyazawa didn't expect Ono Masaru to say that. He was so angry that the mustache on his chin was about to stand up, and he said with gritted teeth.
He originally did not agree with his daughter marrying Yamashiro Shoku, not because of the big age difference between them, but because Yamashiro Shoku had such an incompetent younger brother.
"Mr. Ono, please watch your words." Sakata Usuke showed a serious expression. After all, he had not taken on many cases, so naturally he was still in a period where he could empathize with the victims and their families.
Fujiwara Yu patted Sakata Usuke's shoulder soothingly, leaned over and whispered in his ear:
"I forgot to ask just now, Yamashiro Shosuke and Ono Masaru are also brothers, why do they have different surnames?"
"They are half-brothers, so they have different surnames, but their relationship is surprisingly good. Otherwise, she wouldn't have brought her younger brother to live with her a year after getting married," replied Usuke Sakata.
Fujiwara Yu glanced at Yamashiro Shoku who remained silent. During the time they arrived at the scene of the incident, he did not see how good the relationship between the two brothers was. He even noticed that there was no warmth in Yamashiro Shoku's eyes when he looked at his younger brother.
It was so cold, it didn't look like they had a good relationship at all.
Sitting on the sofa, Masahiro Miyazawa noticed that the police officer had fallen into deep thought again. He had a feeling that he had grasped some useful information, and a hint of anticipation rose in his eyes:
"Mr. Officer, is my daughter..."
"It wasn't an accident. Your daughter was obviously murdered."
“?!”
Fujiwara Yuu paid careful attention to the expressions of everyone present when he said this. After catching a hint of unnaturalness on Yamashiro Shosuke's expressionless face, he paused before speaking:
"According to my deduction, the victim, Shizuka Yamashiro, was in a hurry to go downstairs after something happened in the study. It could be that she suddenly felt unwell, or someone upstairs was threatening her and chasing her."
"Wait a minute, Mr. Officer." Ono Masaya crossed his arms and asked doubtfully, "This is all just your guess, right? Maybe she was in such a hurry to get downstairs that she accidentally fell?"
"Would a normal person rush downstairs after breaking a valuable vase in their home?" Fujiwara Yuu stared at Ono Masaya as if he were an idiot. After a brief pause, he continued, "She was in such a hurry because she wanted to come find you."
Ono Masaya pointed his index finger at himself and said in surprise:
"Looking for me? Why is she looking for me?"
"She wanted to ask you for help, but obviously she failed."
"Tsk, she didn't scream herself, and it's her own fault that she died."
Upon hearing this, Masahiro Miyazawa could no longer contain himself. He suddenly stood up, walked in front of Masaya Ono, and without saying a word, slapped him in the face. The sound was so loud that it almost echoed in the huge living room.
Bang!
"Hiss...are you fucking crazy? Don't think I won't beat you up just because you're an old man!
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Ono Masaru also grew up in an environment of pampering. Having never been beaten before, he immediately raised his fist and wanted to fight back, but his idea ultimately failed - he had just clenched his fist when Fujiwara Yu easily clamped his wrist.
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