“……”

Seeing that the young woman who came to the door nodded her head to confirm her doubts, Mori Kogoro almost fell off the sofa without sitting still.

"That...... Mrs. Miyazawa, I'll make sure again, it's Takasugi—"

"Toshihiko Takasugi, the future heir of the Takasugi Foundation."

A woman in a long black trench coat interrupted Kogoro Maori's doubts, and the pearl necklace around her snow-white neck glistened in the sunlight that spilled into the office: "You heard him right, it's him." ”

After repeating the name in an extremely affirmative tone, Yuka Miyazawa folded her palms on her thighs, and looked at the middle-aged detective in front of her with a little expectation between her eyebrows.

Mori Kogoro, who didn't know what he was thinking, put away his greasy and pompous at some point, and when he raised his eyes, he happened to meet the woman's hopeful gaze.

The appearance of being strong in the weak and strong is sighing.

"Mrs. Miyazawa, you should know the status of the Takasugi Foundation in Japan."

As Maori Kogoro opened his mouth after thinking for a long time, the light in Yuka Miyazawa's eyes suddenly dimmed a lot. But disappointed to disappointed, she didn't lose her temper, but still maintained her due demeanor and got up from the sofa: "I see, sorry to bother you, Maori detective." ”

"I mean, my investigation will probably not end up as I hoped. Even so, Mrs. Miyazawa, are you willing to pay for it? ”

——？！

Yuka Miyazawa, who was already preparing to say goodbye, suddenly froze in place, and a joy that was difficult to describe in words unconsciously climbed her eyebrows: "Yes!" I do! I can pay all the money the insurance company paid for my husband's death! ”

"That's not so much, I've always been very fair in my fees."

Maori Kogoro, who got up and straightened the collar of his suit, looked very serious, and the tone of an elite detective was reassuring: "Then, please bother Mrs. Miyazawa to tell me everything that happened." ”

The young woman in black, who was trying to calm down the emotions in her heart, nodded gratefully, and then sat back on the sofa under the gaze of Maori Kogoro, took a sip of the teacup and slowly opened the conversation-

"My husband's name is Nobu Miyazawa, and he is a manager in the finance department of the Takasugi Group, and he was in charge of the Rice Flower Underwater Sightseeing Tunnel before the accident."

"Rice Flower Underwater Sightseeing Tunnel? Suzuki Foundation that? Mori Kogoro, who was taking notes, couldn't help but stop writing when he heard this, and was surprised.

How did this involve the Suzuki Foundation?

"This undersea tunnel project was led by the Suzuki Foundation, and the Takasugi Foundation also participated in it to get a piece of the pie, and it was this piece that my husband was responsible for before he died."

Yuka Miyazawa, who hurriedly explained, pulled back her long hair from her forehead to her ears, and tried to organize her words to convey as much information as possible: "Everything was normal, but during an account check, my husband noticed something wrong, and he felt that someone was using the project to make money.

"With the idea of being responsible for the company, my husband quickly traced the source of the account fraud along this line."

Mori Kogoro stopped his pen and frowned: "Toshihiko Takasugi? This doesn't make sense, he is the future heir of the Takasugi Foundation, and there is no need to do such a thing at all. ”

"It's his subordinates."

Speaking of this, Yuka Miyazawa gradually became emotional: "My husband received a warning when he found out about his subordinates, but he seemed to have discovered some secret, and then the whole person became very nervous. I thought something was wrong at the time, but when I asked him, he didn't say anything! ”

Mori Kogoro, who listened silently, didn't say a word, and pushed the tissue box in front of his client, just in case.

"After that, it was my husband who had a car accident. I don't believe it was a car accident, how can there be such a coincidence in this world! And I think that the doctor who was in charge of rescuing my husband was probably also bribed by Toshihiko Takasugi, and they personally killed the last glimmer of hope for my husband to survive on the operating table! ”

It was as if the grievances that had been running around alone for a month finally had an outlet, and the increasingly emotional woman finally spoke with obvious whimpering, tears sliding down the sides of her cheeks like meteors.

"I told the police everything, but in the end they decided to close the case with an accidental death. If I hadn't shamelessly gone to the door of the Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office and knelt down to beg a friend I didn't know very well for help, I'm afraid my husband would have died in vain!

I've also looked for a lot of detectives, but when they heard that the case involved the Takasugi Foundation and the Suzuki Foundation, they immediately waved their hands and refused, Detective Maori, you are the first person willing to hear me say this......"

The woman who wiped her tears with a tissue seemed to realize her gaffe, and she was very embarrassed to get up and bow to Maori Kogoro, sobbing and apologizing: "I'm sorry I lost my temper, anyway...... Thank you so much, Maori detective. ”

"I understand your feelings, Mrs. Miyazawa." Mori Kogoro, who got up and poured another glass of water and handed it to the young woman, said, "Don't worry, I will try my best to investigate, and this matter will be on me." ”

Yuka Miyazawa, who stretched out her hands to take the water glass, bowed again: "Thank you." ”

………………………………………………

"You're welcome."

Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office, main entrance.

Katsumi Uehara, who was leaning on the marble pillar at the door with his hands in his pockets, tilted his head in the face of his friend's thanks, chewed gum and blew a huge bubble: "It's just a matter of catching a few drug dealers, it's a little meaning." However, I still think that it is more effective than what I say is actually acted, and it is better to invite me to eat two more meals. ”

"I'm fine, but are you sure you're going out to dinner with me today? What about your Officer Sato? Asashi, who was wrapped in a white down jacket, smiled and shook his hands, and water droplets suddenly splashed on Katsumi Hara's face.

"I spent Valentine's Day with two bombers at the police station."

Katsumi Uehara, who wiped his face, kicked Asaki's ass in disgust, and the latter laughed and twisted to avoid it.

"The two of you are a good match, one on Valentine's Day with bombers, and the other on Valentine's Day with drug dealers."

"Sorry, the cops don't deserve Valentine's Day." Not to mention the yin and yang weirdness, but at least the words with some personal grudges burst out of Katsumi Uehara's throat: "It's not like the doctor from your Dongda University, who is fragrant and sweet." ”

"I heard that you have never missed Valentine's Day before, and this Valentine's Day should be the first time you have been absent, right? Or is it the second time? ”

Thinking that Katsumi Uehara had been in the Metropolitan Police Department for a year, Aso changed his tone and asked.

"Rumors, slander, find out who you listened to, I will arrest you directly, and even save the lawyer's letter."