"Takagi, take out all the information about the serial murder case you investigated before, Chiba, go and see how the bomber's bank account and phone number are going;

"I'll give the medical examiner a call and see when it will be our turn."

Metropolitan Police Department, Criminal Department Search Section 1 Violent Crime 3 Department Office Area.

Miwako Sato, who pushed the door in, gave a vigorous order, and Wataru Takagi, who had also just returned, and Kazubu Chiba and Shin began to get busy again before they didn't even have time to take a sip of water.

Katsumi Uehara, who had loosened his tie after taking off his blazer, moved his neck twice, returned to his workstation and put his coat over the back of the chair, freeing up his hands before pushing the blackboard over.

"Hello? Hello. That's right, I'm Miwako Sato from the Third Department of Violent Crime in the Search Class......"

Miwako Sato, who was inquiring about the status of the forensic doctor, was still communicating with people about the urgency of the case, and after preparing a series of things, Katsumi Uehara had to return to his desk and turn the lid of the thermos cup to take a sip to moisten his throat.

The sweetness of the wolfberries and red dates bounced off the tip of his tongue, and Katsumi Uehara, who pulled the chair to the blackboard with a pursed mouth, picked up a pen and wrote two prefaces on it: "Shinkansen Bomb" and "Serial Murder".

"I asked, the bank account and phone number are still being checked, and there should be a concrete result within two hours at the latest." Chiba and Shin Shin, who hung up the phone first, paced back to Miwako Sato's desk, and after glancing at Katsumi Uehara, who was writing and drawing on the blackboard, and Sato, who was still communicating with the forensic doctor, gave their results.

"I see, thanks."

Miwako Sato, who also ended the call, stroked the hair that spread out in front of her forehead, and her face was obviously not very good-looking.

Katsumi Uehara, who stopped writing, glanced back: "It looks like your results are not very good. ”

"The medical examiner said that our autopsy was going to be in two weeks, which is already the fastest speed." Subconsciously ruffled the few strands of hair scattered in front of her forehead, Miwako Sato, who crossed her waist with one hand, sighed, her eyes full of helplessness.

"Two weeks later? What two weeks later? Wataru Takagi, who hurried back with a stack of papers in his arms, didn't hear what he had said, and asked instinctively in confusion.

Katsumi Uehara, who was turning the pen between his fingers, shrugged: "Obviously, autopsy." ”

"There's no way around it, who makes us have so few forensics." After scooping a bottle of juice from his desk and looking up and muttering a few sips, Chiba and Shin, who wiped the corners of his mouth, sighed at the current situation of the sparse number of forensic practitioners in Japan: "You can't tie up a forensic doctor to help, besides, we don't know dry forensic doctors." ”

"Actually, it's not impossible."

Hearing this, the man who stopped turning his pen paused, and as soon as the words came out, he instantly ushered in the gaze of the three people-

"I have a friend who has a doctor's license and three years of hospital experience."

Shaking the mobile phone that he took out of his trouser pocket, Katsumi Uehara, who pulled over the chair and sat down, raised his eyes to look at Miwako Sato, and the latter's face suddenly darkened: "What are you kidding Uehara, an autopsy is a very serious matter, it-"

"This friend of mine once made a cameo appearance as a forensic doctor on Moonshadow Island, and he didn't make a mistake, so he should be considered experienced if he rounds it off."

"Once?"

The moist tongue brushed over the slightly dry lips, one hand against the edge of the desk Miwako Sato, one hand crossed her waist, and looked down at him: "Uehara, what we need now is an experienced old forensic doctor, and the autopsy results will directly affect our judgment on the next step of the case-"

"So, are you sure you're going to wait two weeks for those old forensic doctors?"

Katsumi Uehara, who was throwing his mobile phone back and forth with his left and right hands, turned his mouth to the side: "Takagi and Chiba have been waiting for more than a week before, and in the end they didn't wait for anything. ”

“……”

Miwako Sato, who was choked back into her stomach in an instant, blinked, and then raised her eyes, and her gaze swept over Takagi and Chiba.

"Uh...... It did wait 10 days. Under the pressure of his boss's gaze, the honest Takagi Wataru opened his mouth back and forth twice, and finally affirmed the authenticity of Katsumi Uehara's words.

Chiba and Shin on the side didn't forget to poke their heads out and add: "It's been 11 days counting today." ”

"3:1, you lost, Sato." Katsumi Uehara, who had already begun to flip through his phone's address book, raised his left hand and raised three fingers.

"What? Wait a minute, Uehara, you-"

"Hello? Is it realized? Are you interested in making extra money after work today? ”

With his feet hooked under Miwako Sato's desk, and his upper body leaning back tactically to avoid her blocking movements, Katsumi Uehara dialed Amakino's phone.

"What? No, no, no, it's not for you to sell fish, I'm not so unreliable, I eat what I catch. I mean to introduce you to a forensic live ......."

Three minutes later, Katsumi Uehara hung up the phone, raised his eyes and looked at the three of them: "It's done, the forensic autopsy problem is solved." ”

Takagi and Chiba were dumbfounded;

Miwako Sato closed her eyes and patted her forehead a few times, unable to say a word, and her gestures were full of regret that she couldn't stop it.

Wataru Takagi, who doesn't know much about the world of the professional group, asked tentatively after coming back to his senses: "Uehara Criminal, ...... his doctor friend of yours."

"I am a bachelor of medicine at the University of Tokyo, and now I work at Rice Flower Central Hospital."

"What is undergraduate?" Hearing this, Chiba's eyes suddenly lit up.

In Japan, all of the people who can successfully get involved in the Faculty of Medicine of Tokyo University at the undergraduate level and successfully kill them are dragons and phoenixes among people, and it is basically impossible for this kind of talent to deign to become a forensic doctor.

"Whatever I lied to you, you can find out." Katsumi Uehara spread his hands: "So, to give an opinion, do I need to call to cancel the appointment now?" ”

“……”

“……”

“……”

"Shhh...... It's not good, I drank too much juice just now and I suddenly wanted to go to the toilet. Uehara, Sato, you talk first. Chiba Kazushin suddenly clamped his legs, got up from the chair and turned around and walked in the direction of the bathroom, his fat body trembling.

Takagi Watabu, who was in a dilemma, couldn't help but light up when he saw this, and hurriedly raised his feet and chased after him: "Wait a minute, Chiba, I'm also me, together." ”

"Okay Takagi, let's ...... together"

“……”

The clumsy acting skills of the two subordinates made the corners of Miwako Sato's eyes twitch.

"So, are you going to the toilet?" Katsumi Uehara, who was smiling, immediately returned to his serious demeanor after breaking the gong, and his eyes returned to his partner, who was currently authorized by Twilight Thirteen to be in charge.

Miwako Sato pursed her lips, leaned one hand on the desk, and squinted her eyes slightly at the man in front of her, her gaze becoming dangerous.

"Huh?" Katsumi Uehara shook his phone innocently.

"Listen to Uehara, I should have told you when you first entered the Metropolitan Police Department a year ago, the most important thing for us police officers to handle cases is not to mess around."

After staring at each other for a long time, Miwako Sato, who slowly leaned down and forced the man, spoke: "But you don't seem to have listened to me much in the past year. ”

As the distance between the two got closer and closer, Katsumi Uehara, who could even hear the woman's breathing, raised his eyebrows and said noncommittally: "I remember that the police manual also said that special things can be handled. ”

"One last time." Miwako Sato raised her right hand, spread her five fingers, and said in a straight way.

"Deal."

Katsumi Uehara raised his hand and high-fived her.

"You write it yourself, I don't know about your doctor friend."