Justness and strength; Stern and capable.

This is the impression that Katsumi Uehara has in his mind about Reiko Kujo, which has not changed since the day they met.

But right now, this ace prosecutor, who has always been vigorous and resolute, is actually persuading a person softly, which really surprised him.

However, although it is not clear what happened, it does not prevent Katsumi Uehara from taking a few steps forward, and then covering the umbrella in his hand over the heads of Reiko Kujou and this Miss Miyazawa.

The two women, who had no raindrops falling on them, looked up one after another, and met Katsumi Uehara who was chewing gum and blowing bubbles.

"Don't look at me, you go on."

Seeing that this Miss Miyazawa who was kneeling on the ground didn't look like she was going to move her nest, Katsumi Uehara didn't care.

Hearing this, Reiko Kujou gave the man a grateful look, and then continued to persuade the woman kneeling on the steps: "Miss Miyazawa, I'm just a prosecutor, and I really can't do anything. If you really have a problem with your husband's death, the best thing you should do is to apply to the Metropolitan Police Department for a re-investigation. ”

"I looked for it, but the police couldn't find anything, and in the end the case could only be closed with accidental death. Now you are the only one I know who is still in contact with the police, I can't help it, I beg you, as long as you can help me, I can give you all my money! ”

"It's not a matter of money or money. Listen to Miss Miyazawa, I understand your feelings, and I'm already trying to help you contact the police. The most important thing you need to do now is go home and take a good shower, eat a meal, and get some sleep, you know? ”

"But—"

"If you kneel here like this again, then it will be really difficult for you to enter the inspection hall in the future, and you shouldn't want to be blacklisted, right?"

Perhaps moved by this repeated warning, the woman kneeling on the ground finally stopped clinging, but slowly stood up with the support of Reiko Kujou.

Probably because she knelt for too long, the moment Reiko Kujou let go of her hand, the woman's feet went soft, and she stumbled a few steps on the steps in a row, almost falling into the mud -

If it weren't for Katsumi Uehara's quick hand to help him.

"Thank you."

On a rainy night, the embarrassed-looking woman politely thanked the man.

"You're welcome."

Katsumi Uehara, who let go of his hand, raised his eyebrows, and watched as the woman with stubbornness in her eyes walked down the steps step by step and into the pouring rain.

"That's what you were busy with on the phone?"

Rubbing her long rain-soaked hair, a look of apology appeared on Reiko Kujo's face: "I'm sorry, but your clothes are wet too." ”

"What's the situation?"

Katsumi Uehara, who had collected the umbrella, subconsciously held the handle of the umbrella and shook it, snorting in the direction where the woman had left.

"Yuka Miyazawa, a friend of a friend of mine, has met a few times before at parties. A month ago, her husband was killed in a car accident when he was driving because of a tire slipper, and after crashing into a car and falling down a hill, the car caught fire.

"According to the subsequent inspection, there were no traces of homicide at the scene, so the police closed the case as a traffic accident after investigating for a period of time."

"So, is she convinced that her husband was murdered?" Katsumi Uehara, who took off his suit jacket, pressed the button of the elevator and recalled the performance of this Yuka Miyazawa just now.

"Yes, but because the police were ready to close the case, she came to me after trying everything. But she didn't know one thing, a non-criminal case wouldn't come to me. ”

Reiko Kujou shook her head helplessly and sighed: "When she found out, she regarded me as the only life-saving straw, and she has come to kneel and beg me to contact the police for a re-investigation in the past half a month." ”

"Did you recheck it?"

"Of course I checked, but unfortunately, all the results still point to accidents, which is also the most headache for me."

Walking out of the elevator, Reiko Kujo, who was the first to push open the office door, took out a cup from the cabinet and poured a cup of hot water for Katsumi Uehara: "She also invited a lot of detectives to investigate, but it didn't work, and she said before that she wanted to invite that Kudo Shinichi, but I don't know if she invited her." ”

"I don't think I was invited." Katsumi Uehara, who took the cup, took a sip and made a judgment without hesitation.

Now where to find Kudo Shinichi, the Kudo family is about to grow into a murderous house.

"Who knows, I was dealing with her when you called me before."

Reiko Kujou flipped through the messy file on the table and found the box marked with the words "Moon Shadow Island": "She kept saying that it was because her husband knew some secrets of the Takasugi Foundation, so she was killed." And she felt like she was on the next accidental death list, so she kept pushing me. ”

Katsumi Uehara paused to drink tea, and said in surprise: "Takasugi Foundation? ”

In these years, the consortium that can be called a consortium is a big man.

And the strength of the Takasugi Foundation is not as good as that of Shiratori and Suzuki.

"Yes, her husband works in the finance department of the Takasugi Foundation, which is a middle-level manager, mainly responsible for some projects between the Takasugi Foundation and the Suzuki Foundation."

Reiko Kujou, who opened the file, pushed all her Chinese documents in front of the man: "Back to business, the Moon Shadow Island incident part is okay with the rest, but you need to be clearer about the true identity of your helper, Honest Doctor Asai, otherwise it is very likely to be used by the drug cartels." ”

Looking down at the red line marked on the report, Katsumi Uehara, who was drinking hot water, was speechless: "I've written clearly enough." ”

"It's not enough."

……………………………………………………

"Not enough? Are you crazy? Are you sure you can eat? ”

Tokyo, somewhere.

In the dimly lit basement, a black figure sitting at a desk polishing a metal card sits in front of a mobile phone, and the voice is turned on speakerphone.

"Money is not a problem, whether I can eat or not is my own business." The electronic tone, apparently tuned by the voice changer, silenced the person on the other end of the line.

"One thing I need to warn you about, our boss has been arrested, and now our group is ready to hide. No matter what you're going to do with these bombs, I'd advise you to stop it and keep the eyes of the police on it, so that we don't get arrested. ”

"Police?"

The black shadow that blew on the metal card slowly stood up from the chair and clutched the card to the fish tank where goldfish were roaming beside it.

"It's just a waste that doesn't deserve to mention."

With a "pop", the card sent into the fish tank by the black shadow instantly alarmed the leisurely fish in the fish tank. In the dim light, the word "NEXT" engraved on the metal card is particularly glaring.

The corners of the black shadow's mouth turned away from the light went up, revealing a sinister smile.