"Welcome."

The moving glass door of the fast food restaurant slowly opened with the electronic sound, and before I even stepped inside, I smelled the rich aroma of fried food, which instantly hooked the gluttonous worms in my body.

Yuna Hayasaka very consciously took out her newly bought Fusae wallet from her handbag, and when she turned her head to ask the two of them what they wanted to eat, she saw that the white-haired gentleman who wanted to eat a hamburger actually ran to talk to her... Uncle?

Ritsu Sasashima didn't glance at the menu when he entered the door, and sat down directly on the bar chair facing the glass windowsill, and didn't look directly at the bespectacled man wearing a fisherman's hat next to him, as if he was talking to himself.

"From the moment I was about to investigate the convenience store surveillance video, I felt your sight. Mr. Journalist, can you explain your actions? ”

The man in the fisherman's hat and glasses paused as he lifted his glass to hide his expression, and he looked sideways at the young white-haired young man in surprise. I thought that it was just a coincidence that they came to the fast food restaurant, but I didn't expect that they noticed their sight and instantly saw through their identity.

He opened his mouth, put down the glass and asked, "Why do you think I'm a reporter?" ”

"A camera bag, a notebook, and most importantly a voice recorder in your right sleeve – the combination of such devices can make a bold guess about your identity. And you're sitting here to see if anyone is investigating Atsuko Kasaka's case, and you didn't show up directly because you were worried that we were from the Ibaraki police. ”

After listening to Izawa Chong's words, the man in the fisherman's hat and glasses took out the voice recorder hidden in his sleeve and said with a smile: "I deserve to be a genius criminal police officer of the Metropolitan Police Department, let me introduce myself, I am Kamio Tachihei, and my profession is a reporter." ”

"Onizawa, what are you doing here? Aren't you going to eat a burger? Yuna Hayasaka stepped forward and wondered, why did the two of them still talk.

"This is Yuna Hayasaka, and you're sure you're familiar with her behind her, Mr. Kamio."

Kamio Tachibani pushed his glasses and smiled, "That's natural, hello Miss Hayasaka." ”

"Huh? You, hello. ”

After Ritsu Sasashima briefly explained the identity of Kamio Tachipei, Yuna Hayasaka understood why Onizawa came to this fast food restaurant, and it turned out that wanting to eat burgers was just an excuse.

"There are quite a lot of people here, Hayasaka please buy a few packages to take away, and we'll go to your car to talk. Eita, you'll follow Sister Hayasaka first, okay? ”

"Okay."

It's clear that a fast-food restaurant with a lot of traffic isn't a good place to get down to business, and Ritsu Sasashima pulls open the door of a white Land Rover, a new car purchased by Hayasaka, and I don't know how she managed to go from a cute miniature Beetle to a comfortable Land Rover Defender.

The two sat in the back seat of the car, and Ritsu Sasashima, who didn't like to beat around the bush, said bluntly: "Can you show me the information you have collected now?" ”

Kamio Kihei took out a handwritten document from his camera bag and said, "I'm a rookie reporter and don't have many connections, so that's all the information I've gathered." ”

Ritsu Sasashima flipped through the notepad in his hand, on which there was the general appearance of the murderer provided by eyewitnesses, a middle-aged man in his 40s with a scruffy beard, wearing a black baseball cap at the time of the crime, about 1.7 meters tall, and on the fat side.

And according to eyewitness accounts, the murderer had a foul smell of oil on his body, and after the murder, he showed a strange smile at the victim who fell to the ground.

"I've only investigated so much about the murderer, and I've also visited schools, but everyone doesn't seem to want to mention Atsuko Kasaka's case." Kamio Juhei sighed heavily, and said helplessly: "And the police have found a scapegoat, and no one is willing to stand up and speak for the victim." ”

"There's no need to sigh, you can continue the investigation with these clues."

The car door was opened, and a nice smell of fried food wafted in, Yuna Hayasaka looked at the two people in the back row and asked, "Do you want to eat something before investigating?" It's not too early. ”

"Eat, I'll go around the neighborhood first."

Yuna Hayasaka knew Onizawa's habits, and once she found out about something, she didn't care about anything else, she took out a package and handed it to the Kamio reporter in the back seat, and said with a smile: "Mr. Kamio, you can eat something first, the police department will be like this as long as he encounters a case." ”

"Thank you, Officer Hayasaka."

Yuna Hayasaka took out her share and prepared to enjoy it, but noticed that Eita who was sitting in the co-pilot was holding the fried chicken nuggets in a daze, and she quickly noticed the reason and comforted her: "I miss my sister's words and can cry, sometimes I feel better when I cry." ”

Kasaka was stunned for a moment, he lowered his head and took a bite of the familiar taste of fried chicken, and tears instantly burst out of his eyes.

He thought of the complaints he had complained about his sister, who sold leftover chicken nuggets every day for dinner. He also thought that after his sister was killed, he slept hungry every day.

The familiar taste of fried chicken nuggets is as if my sister is still by her side. I really miss my sister, if only I could go back in time.

Yuna Hayasaka looked out the car window, not realizing that the hamburger in her hand had been pinched and deformed by her. No matter how difficult the case is this time, she will definitely not back down, and will accompany the Onizawa Police Department... Go to the end.

Leaving the car, Kiizawa Chong couldn't help but shudder, he still felt that it was hot to wear a suit when he went to work in the summer, and now he longed to wear a down jacket on his suit jacket.

He quickened his pace to warm up his body and ran along the scene of the crime in the direction the killer had left. There are a lot of surveillance cameras along the way, but many of them are the same model as convenience stores, so you have to find a different one.

The hard work paid off, at the door of the bookstore around the corner, Ritsu Sasashima finally found a different model of surveillance camera, and seeing that the store manager was about to close, he immediately stepped forward to take out his police officer ID.

"Manager, can you give me a moment? I'm a police officer from the Metropolitan Police Department. ”

The store manager was a little surprised when he heard that it was the "police", he narrowed his eyes and asked, "Mr. policeman, do you have anything to do with me?" ”

"I want to investigate the surveillance outside the bookstore, and I would like you to cooperate."

The elderly store manager didn't refuse when he heard it, he showed a kind smile and let Onizawa enter the door, pointed to the computer at the cash register and said, "Mr. Policeman, you can find it yourself, I don't know much about this kind of thing, and I haven't tinkered with it since I installed it." ”

"Thank you, old man, for your cooperation."

Ritsu Sasashima skillfully manipulated the computer, and found that the memory of the disk was almost exhausted, and when he clicked on the folder, he knew that the culprit was the surveillance video file that had not been cleaned for half a year.

He slid the mouse wheel to find the video file of October 31, dragged the progress bar to 15:30 p.m. during the time period of the crime, turned on the double speed, and stared at every pedestrian passing by the door of the bookstore in the video.

Syllable!

The sound of a crisp tap on the space bar, Ritsu Sasashima's face couldn't help but show a hint of joy, it really paid off, and finally succeeded in extending the clue.

In the freeze-frame picture, a man wearing a black peaked cap appears, and the body type and clothing pattern can be matched, it seems that the murderer really did not hide it at all, and he knows very well that the forces behind him will help him get away with it.

"Sir, don't you suggest I copy this video away?"

"Mr. Officer, you can do whatever you want."

After Ritsu Sasashima copied the video to his folding laptop, he also took the trouble to instruct the store manager on how to delete the surveillance video in the folder.

"Sir, you should know, right? When you don't need it in the future, remember to clean it up every six months. If you don't clean up, your computer's memory will be clogged up and your normal use will be affected. ”

"Okay, okay, thank you, Mr. Officer."

"You're welcome."