"Isn't it?! Does anyone care? This, this, this??!!! ”

The old arm that has been neglecting exercise all the year round still can't twist the young thigh, and the man can only watch the ponytail young man who suddenly appeared in front of him and ride away his car alive-

Under the bright sky, the Mediterranean uncle, who was over forty years old, stood in place with grief and indignation, clenched his fists and aimed at the air is a hammer, and his emotional excitement can be called the most in recent years.

"Hello?! Police?! I'm going to call the police! Someone robbed! Robbery!!! ”

Airplanes!!!

At the intersection in the distance, the roar of the accelerator pedal to the maximum in an instant was deafening - it was a speed that the car-loving uncle had never driven in years.

A crisp ponytail bound by a rubber band flutters its head in the sound of the hunting wind.

After running a red light at the intersection, Katsumi Uehara, who made a sharp turn, suddenly swelled the muscles of his arm, and the drivers behind him raised the front of the motorcycle as if they were looking at the eyes of the gods-

Airplanes!!!

The noisy exhaust pipe was still smoking, and the sturdy body landed after a spin that could avoid the Mercedes on the opposite side that applied the emergency brakes, but the heroic man still sat firmly on the motorcycle.

"I'm sorry! If there is a loss to repair the car and repair the paint, please go directly to the Metropolitan Police Department for reimbursement! ”

While biting the prisoner and chasing after him, Katsumi Uehara did not forget to point out a clear way to these frightened car owners behind him.

Anyway, it's not his money that is spent, the big deal is that he will be deducted from his salary and fined bonuses later, he is used to this thing, and now the most important thing is to arrest people.

As long as you get people back, it's easy to say anything.

And now it seems that the prisoner's motorcycle driving skills are obviously not as good as his, and he can go on the road to push the accelerator to the maximum general level.

"You can't run away."

Katsumi Uehara, who leaned down slightly, clamped his thighs slightly towards the body of the motorcycle, and turned the corner without slowing down under the rapid speed, and soon narrowed the distance between him and the prisoner, and gradually chased after him.

The prisoner, who had apparently noticed this, was visibly nervous, holding the head of the motorcycle with one hand and reaching into his arms with the other, as if groping for something.

Seeing this, Katsumi Uehara's eyes froze, and his right hand took the lead in taking out the handcuffs he was carrying, and threw them directly at the rear wheel of the prisoner's motorcycle at the right time!

——？！

The momentary imbalance of the rear wheels became the fuse for the loss of control of the body, and the prisoner who was controlling the car with one hand widened his eyes, and the next second he overturned directly with the car!

Bang!

The goggles on the helmet suddenly cracked into dense lines, and the prisoner who rolled seven or eight times on the asphalt road struggled to get up, but he couldn't get up again, so he could only watch Katsumi Uehara stop the car and walk towards him.

"Let me see who you are."

The torn helmet was removed, revealing a male cheek of about thirty years of age.

Very ordinary public looks.

It's just that after making it clear that he was arrested, he simply closed his eyes and didn't say a word.

After disarming in silence, Katsumi Uehara squatted down and searched for a while, and pressed the redial button on Takasugi's mobile phone that he had brought out, but not even a single call alert sounded on the prisoner's body.

“……”

Although he had been mentally prepared for this for a long time, Katsumi Uehara still sighed.

I know it's not that simple.

"Sato, drive over and you've been caught. In addition, all the people from Takasugi Toshihiko's side were also brought back to the police station, and the case is not over yet. ”

………………………………………………

"The fingerprint comparison results are out, you have arrested this prisoner who is exactly 30 years old this year, from Kakudo Town, is a fitness club instructor, and was arrested for armed brawl five years ago."

An hour later, the Metropolitan Police Department searched the office area of the third department of violent crime.

Kazunobu Chiba, who came with the results of the fingerprint comparison, handed the report in his hand to Miwako Sato, who was talking to Katsumi Uehara in front of the blackboard.

"Armed brawl? Five years ago? "I thought it was Miwa Sato, who was full of evil, and Miko Sato's eyebrows.

"Judging from the data, except for the accidental conflict five years ago, this person's background is very clean, and he doesn't look like a crazy killer at all."

Chiba and Shin spread their hands, signaling that there was so much they could find.

"Not only that, but this guy seems to be trying to pay for the sins he committed in the conflict, donating half of his annual personal income to charity every year after he was released from prison."

On the other side, Wataru Takagi, who was also carrying a document, handed it over to Katsumi Uehara, who opened it at random, and was greeted by a full list of donation records and details.

"What?"

Miwako Sato, who was looking through the information at hand, heard this, and her face couldn't hide a little incredulity: "Wait a minute, Takagi and Chiba, what do you two mean is that the prisoner that Uehara has captured now is a great good man?" ”

"If the information is correct, at least before today." Chiba Kazushin and Wataru Takagi nodded in unison: "How are your transcripts?" ”

"The Maori detectives have done it, and they have confirmed it, and they are indeed commissioned to appear in the Takasugi Group. However, Takasugi Toshihiko had a group lawyer rushing over, so we couldn't ask anything at all.

"As for this great philanthropist, he still doesn't say a word, he doesn't even drink saliva." Katsumi Uehara, who didn't make a name for himself, threw the information in his hand on the desk, and pouted with one hand on the blackboard with some words added.

Next to the original "serial murder case" and "Shinkansen bombing case", there is now another "Miyazawa Shin died in a car accident" with a question mark.

"I asked my colleague in charge of Shin Miyazawa's case to re-check it, and the result was very unexpected."

Katsumi Uehara picked up his pen and drew a circle on each of the names of the seven deceased in the tree diagram below the "Serial Murder Case": "There is a problem with the soft decoration project that I checked the correct before, guess what's missing?"

"Fish tank, the fish tank used by the murderer to hold the dead."

"Now we suspect that the beginning of this serial murder case may be related to the death of Nobu Miyazawa in a car accident, so after reporting it to the Twilight Police Department, we decided to investigate these three cases together, starting with Nobu Miyazawa at the beginning."

Miwako Sato, who took over the conversation, drew a circle on the name "Miyazawa Shin", put pen to paper very heavily, and said in a deep voice: "Also, because Detective Maori is also involved in the case of Miyazawa Shin, he will assist us in the investigation with the permission of the Twilight Police Department." ”

"Maori detective?" Hearing this, Takagi and Chiba were stunned.

The two of them are not very familiar with this name, but when they hear the detective, they instinctively think of the high school detective Kudo Shinichi who was praised by the outside media as the "savior of the Japanese police".

"Where's the Dusk Police Department? Still in the hospital? ”

"The pressure on the Shiratori family to solve the case is said to be very high, and the police department is still negotiating the situation with them." Miwako Sato pursed her lips and sighed.

Fortunately, Katsumi Uehara caught a person who should be an accomplice of the prisoner and came back, otherwise the Twilight Police Department might even have a little weaker confidence to resist pressure.

Thinking of this, Miwako Sato couldn't help but glance at the partner next to her, who had become unnecessary and didn't speak since she came back from the arrest-

Spinning a pen in his hand and chewing gum in his mouth; There is no trace of frivolity on his face, and he is too serious to be serious.

"Any ideas, Uehara?"

"Not yet, but I think it's a little weird. Why did the murderer deliberately make that phone call? Isn't this a clear plan for us to catch this accomplice? ”

"Perhaps, the murderer thinks his accomplices can escape?"

"No, every step this murderer has taken so far is very sensible, and even every step has a strong purpose, so he will definitely not make such a judgment that may be possible.

"And, if I were this prisoner, I could have leaned on a tiny bug or a surveillance probe in Toshihiko Takasugi's office instead of actually sending someone to sit in the surveillance room, and in retrospect, it was almost like the murderer was deliberately trying to get me to catch someone."

Katsumi Uehara shook his head, the tip of his pen pointing to the name and photo on the blackboard, his eyes narrowed slightly and fell into thought. Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard a shout in his ear-

"Whose fax is it? Why did someone fax it all of a sudden? ”

"It can't be mine, right? You look at what the content is. ”

"I'll take a look. Dear Officer Uehara, hello-"

The police officer's voice as he read the fax stopped abruptly, and Katsumi Uehara, who was in front of the blackboard, turned his head sharply.

"Up...... Uehara, this seems to be for you...... Challenge book? ”