It was probably the blatant serial murder case that finally aroused the vigilance of the police, and in less than half a day, the unlucky deceased named Seiichi Shimono and his ancestors of the eighteenth generation of social networks were picked up. A group of police officers sat around the whiteboard, scribbling through all kinds of useless information, trying to pull out a piece of gold from the garbage heap.

Kenji Hagiwara and Kogoro Mori, who had been investigating all the way with the police, were also called over in the name of assisting in the investigation, and the Mori detective patted his chest and shouted "Wrap it up on me", while plunging into the mountains and seas of information, occasionally scratching his head and muttering that the victim's name sounded so familiar, and then he didn't raise his head until now.

The two little heels who had been falling behind Maori Kogoro didn't come.

- They went to class.

- They finally went to class.

Toru Asada slammed down a pen on the paper.

The little girl named Mao Lilan is okay, Kudo Shinichi has been too active in the past two months, so active that he almost called next door on the spot with an internal phone call, and reported with his real name that someone here has not implemented the nine-year compulsory education.

Is it reasonable for a child to not go to class all day long, with so little homework that he still has time to run around at the scene of the crime?

Toru Asada put another stroke on the paper.

As the saying goes, the best way to hide the fish is to hide in the forest, just like in class, someone is taking notes on the computer, someone is playing a game with their fingers flying on the notebook, and the computer screen is unaware of it, except that the fingers have never left the SWAD -

Cough.

In short, other colleagues worked hard to write in the notebook, and Toru Asada also scribbled and changed on the paper, and Kenji Hagiwara, who was sitting next to him, tilted his head slightly, and the four big characters of "inspection report" on the paper came into view.

Speaking of which, he almost forgot that this guy had been punished and reviewed for firing a few shots at Hirao Takashi before.

It stands to reason that Hirao has several lives in his hands, and there is a public security policeman among them, and the blood on Tsuji's chest has not dried up when he meets Toru Asada on the narrow road, and it is reasonable to line up with this kind of person and shoot to control the actions on the other side.

Not to mention that he concealed the shot he fired at the head of Hirao Gui at the same time, although he didn't know why he looked murderous at the time, but Kenji Hagiwara still chose to be silent, and by the way, he covered the mouth of the little detective screaming.

So Originally, Toru Asada didn't have a big deal, it was nothing more than the meaning of the Twilight Police Department, and the unlucky kid casually wrote a shooting report, and everyone was fine, just as the SAKURA magazine was never empty.

Until—

"The Twilight Police Department—do you really want to write a report—"

Toru Asada lay on the table, the end of the words was elongated, and he couldn't make up a complete bone as if he couldn't put together a complete bone, and the little mole with fine fluff and black shiny hair was lying on top of his master's head in the same way, and the twilight police department reflexively looked big when he saw it.

"This is the rule, you have to write if you have ever shot."

"I don't write how they know if I fired a gun or not."

"You can't get a new magazine if you don't write."

The round police department obviously didn't want to deal with the nonsense of his subordinates, and his tone was particularly tired.

"So if you don't have bullets in the gun, you have to write a report, right-"

Toru Asada looked back at his boss with a pure face, "What are you going to do?" and let out a sigh of relief after receiving an affirmative answer.

"That's good," Toru Asada breathed a sigh of relief after receiving the confirmation, and smiled as he handed a police gun to the Twilight Police Department, "I forgot to tell you, I accidentally took the wrong one before, and it was your police gun that was emptied-"

"So the Twilight Police Department, please please- wait-"

"That gun is empty, it can only be used as a mallet - Dusk Police Department!"

It is said that the office of the first class was particularly lively that day, cheering and snorting melon seeds, and finally the brown-haired young man had not only a shooting report in his hand, but also a private review.

According to a comrade police officer, who could not be named, the brown-haired officer shrugged for three seconds at the moment of receiving the review, turned around and stuffed himself with a bunch of tasks at hand, and he worked overtime three nights in a row to sort out all the information about the victim.

[If Heaven has eyes, I hope he can get out sooner, or I get out-]

When the police officer said this, he had a polite smile on his face, and the bruises under his eyes looked like he had been viciously punched twice by life.

……

Kenji Hagiwara, who knows the cause and effect: There is less review, and he should publish a book.

Toru Asada stopped writing two sentences casually, and Kenji Hagiwara leaned over to look at it, and the font of the brown-haired young man seemed to have changed a lot in two months. They had seen their own fonts of the same period more than once in the police academy, when his strokes were particularly distinct, and the dots seemed to be full of blades, but now the whole character tends to be more mellow and smooth, and the writing speed is much faster than before.

"Don't write it, what's the matter-" The brown-haired young man closed the notebook and threw it aside, picked up the sniff in his pocket, and kneaded it twice as if he was uncompressing and kneading the dough, and the little black mole seemed to be uncomfortable by the owner's random rubbing, and slapped the person away with a paw in disgust, and the next second it appeared on the top of Hagiwara Kenji's head.

Kenji Hagiwara just smiled knowingly, and raised his hand to catch the little mole that jumped over.

Toru Asada glanced at the little mole that had left him with a sad expression, then turned his head and scratched at the top of his head in annoyance.

- It's not that he blows, he really hasn't written a review since he was a child, and the review book that was punished by the Onizuka instructor last time was fooled by Matsuda Jinhei and Hagiwara Kenji, two small clever ghosts, and until now he still doesn't know how to write a review of this thing.

The original copy of the Onizuka Instructor's own book was still in his bookcase—but it was still troublesome, and Toru Asada sighed in his heart.

……

Fortunately, most of the people in the conference room were still serious, meditating on the clueless case, and the whole room was filled with the sound of scalp scratching and hair falling to the ground.

Maori Kogoro, who had previously boasted about Haikou, seemed particularly desperate, claiming to die to find a clue to defend his detective dignity, muttering to himself while rummaging through stacks of half-human-high materials.

"Seiichi Shimono, 47 years old, the legal agent of the Minakami Group - that being said, the police have combed through the business opponents and partners of the Minakami Group, and there seems to be no suspicious person ......"

“…… The service staff said that the victim seemed to have an appointment at the time, but because the seat was too remote to see the suspect, there was no surveillance in the restaurant, and the victim did not react to the fight when the murderer injected from the back of the neck, and it was initially suspected that an acquaintance committed the crime, and several white daisy petals were found at the scene of the crime......"

"And ...... The victim originally lived in 6-chome, Okuho-cho, and moved to Sanmachi after the house was destroyed after a fire 16 years ago......"

Fire?! Kogoro Maori was stunned for a moment at the report.

He remembered where he had seen the name.