Kusuke Inamura's grandson is named "Tetsuya Inamura" and also lives in Building C.

It is said that his left hand was injured and he was wearing a plaster cast all the time.

But when Qinghai Chuantang rang the doorbell, no one answered inside, and it seemed that the other party was not at home. So, Qinghai Chuantang went to Walmart supermarket and asked the clerk there, hoping to get some clues.

"Toru doesn't stay at home often, so he usually goes to play at the oar."

"Excuse me, do you know where he is now?"

"I think it's a nightclub, because I'm with friends."

Qinghai Chuantang looked at the warning posted on the side, seemed to remember something, and asked again: "Did anyone steal anything?" ”

The clerk hesitated for a moment and sneered, "Occasionally." It's all private, so I won't call the police. ”

Then, at her request, the clerk led her to a small house on the second floor.

The interior decoration is not an exaggeration. The overall gray tone is easy to give people a sense of depression and feel a little uncomfortable.

The computer on the table is on, and the surveillance screen of the store is displayed inside.

On one side of the computer, there is a photo of Inamura Kusuke and a teenager, which should be his grandson.

Kusuke Inamura was holding a dress with some plant prints on it, while Toru Inamura was holding a small cake in his hand.

Qinghai Chuantang took out his mobile phone and checked it on the Internet, but he didn't expect that this ordinary-looking T-shirt would cost 80,000 yen.

Should I say, is it worthy of a famous brand?

"It was sent by Toru Ya." The clerk explained, "A few days before Mr. Inamura's death, it was his birthday. ”

No wonder Toru Inamura still has a cake in his hands.

It's just that the cake is too simple and small, and it doesn't look like it's bought at a cake shop, it's more like it's at a convenience store.

Qinghai Chuantang clicked on a folder on the desktop, which was full of people who had been fined. There aren't many of them, with six videos in total.

"Will all the people who come here choose to be private?"

The clerk nodded, "No matter how long it takes, Mr. Inamura will definitely get it." Because I am a student who is preparing for the civil service exam, I can't help it even if I am blackmailed. ”

"Mr. Tetsuya's hand injury, is it really an accident?"

"Yes, I was the one who took him to the hospital. He himself said that he fell down the stairs, and the fall was quite bad. I took him to the hospital and paid for his medicine. ”

Medicine money?

Qinghai Chuantang's hand paused, and looked up at her: "Didn't he bring a wallet?" ”

The clerk shook his head, "He said he accidentally lost his wallet when he fell. After that, I got the money from Mr. Inamura and returned it to me, so I didn't pay much attention to it. ”

Fell down the stairs and lost your wallet. This story sounds a little incredible.

Qinghai Chuantang was about to leave, but happened to meet Miyamoto Shinji.

When he saw himself, he subconsciously wanted to run away, but he was caught.

"What are you running?"

Shinji Miyamoto was so stumbling that he couldn't speak.

Qinghai Chuantang took his hand and checked.

When you stab someone with a knife, not only the other person is injured, but the person who stabs someone will also be injured.

He seemed to want to retract his hand, but it was firmly grasped.

There were no scars on his hands, and it seemed that it wasn't him.

"Is there a windmill lighter?"

Qinghai Chuantang followed the prestige, only to see that his right hand was wrapped with a bandage, and before, he did not have it on his hand.

"Wait here."

After finishing speaking, Qinghai Chuantang walked over to Ikemoto Hideyoshi.

"When did your hand hurt?"

Hideyoshi Ikemoto visibly nervous.

"I was stabbed with a screwdriver."

His eyes didn't lie.

A person's words can deceive people, and his expression can deceive people, but his eyes cannot deceive people.

Because, the eyes are the windows of the soul.

"Do you know that there is any clubhouse in Osaka?"

This question was posed to Shinji Miyamoto. The deeper meaning is, do you know where Toru Inamura will also go?

The two have dealt with each other a few times, so to some extent, the two are quite familiar.

"How do I know that?" Shinji Miyamoto subconsciously wanted to refute, but when he met Qinghai Chuantang's eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little weak. Because the other party's face felt that it was full of several big words: leniency in confession and strictness in resistance.

"Well, actually, I know......"

Moreover, he also knew about the vehicle driven by Toru Inamura. If he really went to a clubhouse, then he must be able to see his car outside.

After getting into the car, Shinji Miyamoto excitedly pulled out a DV player, because he had always had a dream of becoming a film director. So I thought, if I can't get into the civil service, I'll do this. From time to time, I would take out a DV camera and record everything around me, as if I was shooting a documentary.

The act of quietly filming without the consent of the subject is called "piracy".

"In Tokyo's Confusion Prevention Ordinance, theft is punishable by up to six months in prison and a fine of up to 500,000 yuan."

Qinghai Chuantang reminded him "kindly". But to Miyamoto Shinji's ears, these words were more like a threat.

He carefully hid the DV machine.

The place that Shinji Miyamoto is talking about is "street". As for why the other party has a high probability of coming here, because the water quality here is good. Of course, the more important point is that Tetsuya Inamura's car was parked nearby.

"Is there tea?"

Qinghai Chuantang tapped the steering wheel, and the meaning was already very clear.

Clubhouse this place, it's hard to say.

So—

Confectionery, stamps...... In addition to Toru Inamura, there are also several rough men, some with scars on their faces, and they look of different ages.

When a few people came in, Qinghai Chuantang silently retreated. With a temperament that is different from ordinary people, and something bulging in their pockets, it is easy to guess their identity.

It seems that it is time to wait for the rabbit.

Qinghai Chuantang closed the door intimately, but the people inside couldn't help but tremble.

"There's no wind, how could the door close suddenly?"

"Isn't it ...... It's haunted, right? ”

"Mom, help!"

The clubhouse has good soundproofing facilities, so that people outside can't hear their howls at all.

Qinghai Chuantang was just outside the station gate, waiting for the people from the Metropolitan Police Department to come.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? ”

The boy's voice rang out from the side.

He stood at the bottom of the steps and looked at her, his face guarded.

Qinghai Chuantang walked in front of him, forcing him to take a few steps back.

When she got closer, she smelled a pungent smell on the other person's body. Looking down, I saw the ointment on his wrist.

I see.

The lights were dim, but he could barely see his appearance, and he was one of the six people in the surveillance video.

"The middle finger callouse caused by writing too much should have been prepared for the exam for a long time, right?"

"Who are you?"

Ishii Toshikyung repeated the previous question, this time in a much faster tone, obviously a little nervous.

"The scar on my finger seems to be recent. If you steal a fountain pen, you will have to pay 500,000 yen in compensation, which sounds ridiculous, right? For the threat of the elderly, he can only choose to accept it, because he is afraid that it will affect his future. ”

If you have a criminal record, no matter how hard you study, you will not be able to become a civil servant.

"So, it's you...... Kill him, right? ”

Before Qinghai Chuantang finished speaking, the other party had already fled.

This can't help but make her a little sad, after all, according to the routine of the plot, she should wait for herself to finish speaking.

Toshikyo Ishii's luck was not so good.

The moment he just ran out of the door, he happened to meet someone from the Metropolitan Police Department, a typical self-throwing net.

Not all cases require a detective or profiler. Their presence, most of the time, is only to speed up the resolution of cases. But it is undeniable that they also have their own merits, and even play a vital role in many cases.

People, it was indeed killed by Ishii Toshijing.

Toru Inamura also has an alibi, because he happened to go to Osaka that day, and he has friends who can testify. But that doesn't mean he has nothing to do with this case.

Article 202 of the Japanese Penal Code: A person who instigates or assists another person to commit suicide, or who kills on behalf of or with the consent of the person, shall be sentenced to imprisonment of not less than six months but not more than seven years or detention.

As for why it is so concluded that the two are related, the reason is simple: because the two are incompatible.

One is a poor public examinee who stole supermarket stuff because he had no money; One is an international student who can inherit a huge inheritance when the old man dies.

Isn't it strange that the two can be together?

"Strange, what about the policeman before? Why is it gone? ”

Shinji Miyamoto looked around, but couldn't find the man.

Designer T-shirts and convenience store cakes don't go well together, which is where the suspicion in the photo lies. Balls...... The feeling of deliberately celebrating a birthday in order to give away a T-shirt.

Forensic personnel detected a fluorescent dye on Inamura's clothing, which happened to be the navel of the abdominal aorta.

"He said if he didn't give him money, he would kill me......"

Toru Inamura also spoke with a trill.

"So you killed him?"

He roared, "I didn't kill it!" ”

"The sentence for murder and instigator is the same."

"The results of the surgery were not very good...... I won't live long anyway. ”

Toru Inamura breathed tremblingly, "Mr. Officer, can I go home?" I fell behind...... Very important stuff. Once...... Just once. ”

With one, there will be a second, and even more.

For those who are stuck in the quagmire, it will only sink deeper and deeper.

Twilight Thirteen picks up the picture on the table and asks him to look at it.

The old man smiled happily, dressed in a gift from his grandson, and held a piece of cake in his hand. He really thought that he was here to celebrate his birthday, but he didn't expect that what the people close to him wanted was their own lives.

"Boy, take a good look at your grandfather. It was you who killed him with your own hands. ”

No matter what others say, at least for his grandson, Kusuke Inamura is really fond of him. That was the grandfather who loved him the most, and he was the only surviving relative after his parents passed away.

Now, it's ......

Toru Inamura was also crying, and he couldn't cry anymore.