Chapter 2751-2763 [Case Closed]
Kuniyoshi Bunta chuckled, "What death information? You must have read too many mystery novels. Maybe the murderer wrote it down to frame me. Do you need my help to provide information about my enemy?"
Inspector Megure: "We have extracted the deceased's fingerprints from the blood words. He wrote them himself."
Kuniyoshi Bunta didn't take it seriously: "Okay, let me rephrase it - maybe the murderer grabbed his hand and wrote it down to frame me. Do you need my help to provide my enemy?"
“…”
Inspector Megure has high blood pressure.
Seeing that he was speechless, Guo Jiwentai laughed happily: "So, you really found the wrong person - think about it, if the murderer was me, would I stay in this building? I would definitely run away long ago.
"Besides, you said the murderer took the investigation report. You can search my desk and see if you can find the document."
"Document?" A voice suddenly came from the door and joined their conversation. "Is this what you are talking about?"
"?!" Kuniyoshi Bunta turned around in shock and saw a blonde foreign woman standing at the door. The woman smiled at him, raised her hand, and shook the torn paper in her hand.
Kuniyoshi Bunta looked closely and his pupils shrank suddenly - it turned out to be the document he had stuffed into the shredder not long ago! And it had been put back together!
Judy walked into the house and slapped the paper in front of Kuniyoshi Bunta. "I didn't expect that there are still people using such a simple shredder. It just cuts the paper into strips without any shredding or shuffling functions. It's even simpler than the jigsaw puzzles sold in street shops."
Inspector Megure looked at her in surprise: "Mr. Judy... Miss Judy, I never thought you had such a skill."
Judy smiled with a hidden sense of achievement: Restoring documents from a shredder is one of their specialties. Even if it is shredded into pieces and soaked in water, she can still find a way to restore the information on the document, not to mention this kind of paper whose order has not been deliberately disrupted.
Next to him, Jiang Xia looked up at Judy, and the FBI just lowered his head and looked at him deeply.
This seemed like a good place to smile at each other, but Jiang Xia fell silent: "..." The gazes of this group of imaginative freaks were more complicated than the color palette of art academy students...
He retracted his gaze and looked at the innocent criminal opposite him: "The police found your discarded gloves in the restroom on the 5th floor. That is to say, when you threw this document into the shredder, you should not have worn anything on your hands. This kind of paper happens to be relatively smooth. As long as we check the fingerprints on it..."
With a thud, Kuniyoshi Bunta leaned back on the chair exhausted.
He smiled bitterly. "When I was in college, my classmates gave me a nickname called 'OXΔ'. I had no idea what it meant at the time and thought they gave me this name because I always liked to play games with a controller, but now it seems... that's the reason."
Seeing him like this, Inspector Megure was completely relieved: "So you are the murderer this time?"
"If I say yes now, does that count as me turning myself in?" Kuniyoshi Bunta put out his cigarette and said dejectedly, "Initially, I just secretly embezzled some public funds in order to give my wife and children a better life. But after I tasted the sweetness, I couldn't stop..."
Inspector Megure: "..." Ha, do you think I will sympathize with you if you say such things with such an expression? The stories of other criminals are much more interesting than yours.
However, as a policeman, he still tried to sit up straight, pretended to listen to everything carefully, and then carried out his duties in a businesslike manner and took the person away.
…
As night fell, Teacher Judy, who had been busy all day but bought nothing, waved goodbye to a few high school students and decided that next time she went out shopping, she would choose a time when all students were in class.
Several high school students also returned home happily and had a rest.
Under the same sky, in a peaceful and quiet night, some people couldn't sleep.
New clinic.
Vermouth woke up from the nightmare. She sat up suddenly, looking at her young body, and it took her a long time to come back to her senses.
She let out a long sigh, wrapped herself in the quilt, groped for the bedside table, and picked up the cigarette box there.
With a hiss, the match lit up, illuminating a group of changing eyes. Vermouth lit a thin lady's cigarette, held it in her mouth and breathed slowly. After a while, she murmured to herself: "I didn't come to Tokyo to play hide-and-seek with those FBI... It's time to do something serious."
…She couldn’t delay any longer. She had to find the escaped mouse as soon as possible while Uzo’s attention was distracted by other things.
"She must be around Uzo." Vermouth raised her hand, slowly pressing her fingertips on her forehead, and a suspicious figure emerged in her mind—the little red riding hood who was sitting next to Jiang Xia on the bus, shivering like a mushroom.
Could it be her?
Shirley alone is nothing to be afraid of, but when she thought of the person next to her, Vermouth couldn't help but feel a headache. At the same time, she felt a sense of horror and excitement in her heart, as if she was snatching food from a tiger's mouth.
“We can’t be discovered by him.” Vermouth tapped her knees with her fingertips and whispered, “I need a sufficiently covert operation and some helpers who can be of use.”
After thinking about it, she took out her phone, opened her email, and entered Gin's address.
"What have you and Uzo been up to lately?"
She wanted to find out the news like this, but soon, Vermouth deleted this straightforward question word by word.
"I'd better post something else to lay the groundwork first, and keep in touch with them. And if Shirley is really caught, I'll need someone to help me share the firepower."
Thinking of this, Vermouth simply put on her bathrobe, stood up and sat at the table. She poured herself a glass of champagne, sipping it while recalling her previous state.
Soon, she tapped the keys, and strings of text appeared on the screen under the influence of alcohol.
[Gin, do you believe in heaven?
I imagine you'll say in your usual deadpan tone, "You don't usually ask that kind of nonsense" - but I'm serious about this question, and before we raise our glasses of rotten sherry, you should definitely think of an answer.
I’m looking forward to that future.
XXX]
After typing the last X, Vermouth looked at the letter and raised an eyebrow: "Judy actually taught this kind of thing in class..."
Thinking of the confused yet cute expression of Mao Lilan at that time, Vermouth leaned back in her chair, her expression slightly relaxed.
She laughed and whispered softly, as if answering the girl's question from a distance: "Each 'X' represents a kiss mark, which is a mark of a woman's love... But sometimes it can also become a mark of hatred, symbolizing the poor target that is about to be pierced by the arrow."
(End of this chapter)
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