"Target capture, the director of the Tsukimoto Plastic Surgery Clinic, it's really unexpected, it's still running a nightclub!"

At the door of a two-story mansion in Setagaya Ward, Tsuburaya clasped his arms and shouted violently. In the open space in the living room, two inspectors walked up side by side and detained the guy who was about to abscond overnight to the ground!

Time is a state of review, this is the action of 5:30 in the morning, and the earth-shattering morning news is still on its way to the newsstand, and it must not be able to catch up with it. Tsuburaya stood side by side with a police officer, swept over the arrest target, and immediately searched the mansion where he lived.

"Let me go!"

The man's surname is Tsukimoto, a handsome man in his early thirties, as the director of the plastic surgery clinic, he has obviously also operated on himself, and his appearance is extremely handsome, even quite girly. But it was this man who had the right to run the Nightingale Club in his hands, and at this time he was wearing a trench coat and carrying a suitcase to prepare to evacuate in the middle of the night, and the idiots knew that it had something to do with that batch of arms!

"Let go, fart!"

The police department was in a good mood, glanced at the young man contemptuously, and waved his big hand: "Take people away, others quickly, search for me!" ”

The nature of the case is very clear, the guns and ammunition in the secret rooms of those clubs must have been hidden by gangsters, and the police's job is to dig them up. Find the shop owner from the shop mom San, and find out the behind-the-scenes forces he belongs to from the holder, and that's how the mission works!

"Why are you arresting me!? Am I guilty of something? You are so bold! Dean Tsukimoto was obviously frightened, and not only did he yell out for no reason, but his voice was also trembling. The patrol has fixed the handcuffs, escorted him and walked outside, do you want to know why you are arrested, ask you about the smell of this bottle of perfume on your body!

The search began, and everyone looked for clues in Dr. Tsukimoto's mansion as the morning sun rose. They were all people who had searched the Nightingale, and they all knew how the secret room was opened, and it was impossible for Tsukimoto, as the owner of the industry, not to know the existence of the secret room, unless he really had no limits and was not even interested in knowing the details of his own property. So he must not be innocent, he must be involved in the gangster organization, so where is the evidence!?

"Sir, this is Tsukimoto's phone!"

"Very good, verify the identity of the person in the address book, pay attention to the hidden calling card!"

Time passed, but the search could not end anytime soon. This man's apartment is divided into two floors, not to mention the large area, the layout is also quite detailed, and the characteristics of the Japanese house are inherited, the decoration has a strong storage function, and there are many things in the house. However, for the main clues, the investigation of the mobile phone address book and computer data, and even the suitcase that Yueben carried with him when he absconded overnight, he was not spared early on.

The investigation of the address book is complicated, as a doctor on the surface, but also the owner of a club, he needs to record the identities of too many guests, and even has the phone number of the drinking girls, not to mention the clinic nurse. There are hundreds of names in the two systems, and it takes a lot of manpower and material resources just to check them one by one, and the police department can't help sweating on his forehead, because he knows that when he is delayed by these things, the real murderer may have run away.

"The ......"

So at half past seven in the morning, this initial stalemate was broken by a passer-by who lived nearby.

The police department stepped out of Yueben's mansion and frowned at the passerby: "At the scene of the police handling the case, may I ask you what is the matter?" ”

"Well, the morning newspaper has come out, and as a passer-by who is more familiar with this area, I know the deputy position of Dr. Tsukimoto."

The man looked unremarkable, holding the morning newspaper in his hand, the front page of which was printed with the murder of Kabukicho last night and the discovery of a firearm: "So I want to provide a clue, if it's a clue......

"That's great!" The police department made up for a smile, and a fool would miss this opportunity: "What is the clue?" ”

"Sometimes, there are some typical gangster people who come to his house. In other words, you see, three black Mercedes cars are clustered in front and back into the residential area, which is a sign of the haunting of gangsters from the Showa era, right? And those people are all wearing black clothes, basically suits, no matter how you look at it, it's awkward...... Wow, what are you doing! ”

"Please tell me more clues!" The police department was overjoyed, and almost gave the man a bear hug: "If you can, I hope you can come to the police station to cooperate, don't worry about being late for work, we will call your company in person to greet you!" ”

In this way, the police unexpectedly got clues quickly, and in the whole morning, the police department got too much useful information from this passerby. For example, the approximate time and frequency of the three Mercedes-Benz haunts this generation, such as their approximate license plate numbers, and the faces of the gangsters who can be remembered, all in hand!

Then there is the interrogation of Dr. Motomoto.

The job is not simple.

The thirty-year-old little white face, who has seen a lot of male customers looking for flowers and willows and women who are trying to become beautiful, has emotional intelligence that ordinary people can compare, and he will not be intimidated by the police at all, which naturally brings too many obstacles to the interrogation. As long as he insists that he doesn't know, then before the police can find the overturning evidence, they can only escort him dryly, which is really irritating.

"Obviously, this kid was scared when he was caught, but now he is hard, and he is tired!"

The people in charge exchanged views with each other: "I guess I am still afraid of reprisals, and it doesn't matter if I squat in the police station for ten years compared to the ending of being sunk in Tokyo Bay, many people will think so." But we can't let him get his wish, the nature of this matter is so serious, we must quickly pry his mouth open! ”

The above is the work process of the police as of noon and even afternoon of the next day. They have made great gains, but there is still more work to be done, and this is obviously to be kept secret from the media, otherwise it doesn't matter if the public knows about it, what if they scare away the real culprit behind the scenes. The high-level meeting of the serious crime team was held before the end of work, and the team leader at the police department level was in the chief room, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he gave everyone a series of difficult tasks.

"Investigate the underworld groups in the entire Shinjuku area, search all the nightclubs, clubs, custom shops, and entertainment companies, and keep a firm eye on their team leaders, presidents, and the heads of whatever their names, and ask them well!"