Fujiwara Yu walked to the desk. A small Doraemon-shaped desk lamp was placed on the wooden desk. Even the pad under the test paper was printed with Doraemon. It seemed that the victim, Matsushima Tomomi, liked the anime "Doraemon" very much.
He subconsciously looked back at the bed, but surprisingly there was no cartoon pillow on it. However, not all girls like pillows, so it was not surprising.
After carefully checking the items on the desk, there was nothing suspicious. Moreover, Tomomi Matsushima did not have the habit of writing a diary to record her daily life. It seemed that it was impossible to find any useful clues here.
Fujiwara Yuu did not linger in the bedroom. When he walked out of the room, he saw Otaki Goro talking with Matsushima Yoshie, and asked:
"Otaki-senpai, have you found the owner of that suspicious vehicle?"
"Huh? No, we've checked all vehicles of the same brand throughout the city, but we couldn't find it. It's really weird!" Otaki Goro frowned with a puzzled expression. He didn't understand why he couldn't find a car, and it was a car that had just appeared in Osaka City.
"Is the car's features not obvious enough? If we have the license plate number, it should be much easier to investigate, right?"
Otaki Goro sighed helplessly when he heard this. He shook his head and explained:
"The car's features are obvious enough. The neighbor who provided the clue also said that there was a vinyl red lip ornament and a white mesh ornament placed in the car, but unfortunately the neighbor did not remember the license plate number."
"I remember you said before that he saw the car owner returning to the car in a panic? Didn't he see the car owner's appearance clearly?" Fujiwara Yu asked after recalling it.
"Well, I only know that it was a male, wearing a white shirt without a tie, but I couldn't see his face clearly." There was a hint of regret in Otaki Goro's tone. If he had known the murderer's appearance, there would not be so much progress in the case now.
I didn't see the man's appearance clearly but I saw his clothes. I remember the interior of the car but I don't remember the license plate.
Fujiwara Yu vaguely felt that something was wrong, and the neighbor who provided this clue said that the car had occupied his parking space several times. Logically, the first thing to remember is the license plate number.
"Otaki-senpai, who was the person who provided this clue? I want to visit his house."
"Takashi, do you suspect this man is lying?" Officer Otaki reacted quickly, but he had not suspected this before because the neighbor actively cooperated with the police investigation, so he subconsciously felt that he had no connection with the murderer.
"It's a possibility, but we can't confirm it yet." Fujiwara Yu noticed Hattori Heiji approaching from the corner of his eye. Knowing he was trying to eavesdrop, he spoke at a level he could hear. "If he's lying, the police really won't be able to find the car. After all, how can you find something that doesn't exist?"
"You're right, we... huh? Xiaoping, why are you pulling me?" Otaki Goro was about to leave when he noticed someone pulling his clothes. He turned around and saw that it was Hattori Heiji.
Hattori Heiji had long wanted to investigate the case, but he was always excluded. His tone was inevitably tinged with emotion:
"Let me go too. If I finish the case sooner, I can finish my overtime work sooner, right?"
"How can this be? You should stay here and take care of it..."
"Uncle Otaki, if I go with you, you won't need Heiji to take care of me. Maybe I can be of help." Toyama Kazuha knew that Hattori Heiji had loved reasoning since he was a child. Besides, she also wanted to know who the murderer of Tomomi was, so she chose to speak for Heiji. If it was an ordinary case, she would not dare to intervene.
Otaki Goro's face was filled with anguish. What was the point of the police bringing two junior high school students along for the ride? Just as he was about to show off his acting skills and bully them away, Takashi Sosuke, standing nearby, agreed.
"Hey, hey, hey, Takashi, how could you agree so easily? This is not in line with the rules of handling the case!" Otaki Goro whispered in Takashi Sosuke's ear. If this matter were to get to the ears of the families of these two little ancestors, he would be in big trouble.
Fujiwara Yu walked up to Hattori Heiji and placed one hand directly on his baseball cap, with a slight smile on his lips:
"Otaki-senpai, I think bringing them along might actually be helpful. If the neighbor who provided the clue is the murderer, he'll let down his guard when he sees the police investigating the case with minors. This way, we won't alert the suspect. I think that's a good idea."
Otaki Goro rubbed his head and thought for a while, and felt that there was some truth in what Takashi Sosuke said. He noticed the excitement on Heiji's face and said sternly:
"Okay, then you two can't run around or talk nonsense later, understand?"
"Okay, we're not kids anymore, we understand all this, let's get going!"
Otaki Goro looked at Hattori Heiji who couldn't wait to go out, and whispered in his heart: Kids nowadays really like to act like adults. If they are not adults, what are they but kids?
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3-chome 7, Katsuyama Minami-cho, Ikuno-ku.
This place is only one street away from the Matsushima family home where the eucalyptus was discovered.
A man in a black shirt was standing in an exquisite three-story residential attic. He was observing the street not far away with a telescope. After seeing several people walking towards his house, his eyes narrowed slightly and wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes.
The man put away the telescope and hurriedly left the attic. He did not rush to wait at the door, but ran to the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror. He calmly began to comb his hair and dress up. After making sure there was nothing wrong with his hairstyle, he picked up a bottle of perfume and sprayed it on his wrists. The rich scent of cologne spread instantly.
He walked to the living room, placed the morning newspaper under the coffee table on the table, poured himself a cup of freshly brewed coffee, and began to read the newspaper seriously, pretending not to know that the police were about to arrive at his door.
Ding Dong.
The doorbell rang within two minutes. The man put down his coffee cup and walked to the door at a leisurely pace. He clicked on the CCTV footage and his eyes fell on one of the purple-haired police officers. He asked politely, "What's going on?"
"Hello, what can I do for you?"
"Mr. Yamamoto, I'm sorry to bother you again. I'm the police officer who just came here. I want you to think carefully about the vehicle. Is it convenient for you now?"
"It's you, Mr. Police Officer. Please wait a moment, I'll open the door right away."
He reached out to turn off the CCTV, opened the two security locks, and walked directly to the iron gate outside in his slippers. When he saw the two junior high school students following behind him, he pretended to be surprised and asked:
"Hmm? Who are these two kids?"
"Don't worry, Mr. Yamamoto. They are the first witnesses to the case."
"Is that so? Then I'll prepare some juice for you. Please come in."
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