"Are you crazy? Still suspect me of being a murderer? Didn't I say everything that had to be said? What else do you want me to say? ”

Metropolitan Police Department, Search Department 3, Interrogation Room.

A woman in a black lady's suit slapped the table angrily, and sharply questioned the two policemen in front of her who suspected the murderer: "You must force me to admit that I killed my husband?" ”

"Calm down, calm down, please calm down Mrs. Miyazawa."

"I can't calm down!

"I spent so much time looking for so many people, and even shamelessly knelt down in front of the procuratorate, just to get back a chance for the police to reopen the investigation. As a result, the reboot is a reboot, but the result of your investigation is that I killed someone?

"Is it me who is a thief and shouts to catch a thief?

"Is it that I'm dark?"

Yuka Miyazawa, who didn't understand what kind of brain circuit this was at all, was full of disappointment: "It's right in the news, the Tokyo police without the help of Kudo Shinichi are really rotten." ”

"In order to ensure that the case is clear, the police need to take into account every clue and direction that could be a breakthrough. So, it's just a regular inquiry process. ”

Katsumi Uehara, who was sitting on the chair and stood still, turned the ballpoint pen between his fingers, and when he raised his eyes to look at Yuka Miyazawa, who stood up because of anger, his tone was still calm: "But Mrs. Miyazawa, you do have some truth in what you say, and from the information, you and your husband do have a good relationship."

"Well, why don't we skip that topic for a moment and discuss where you were at the time of the serial murders?"

"Serial homicide? Wait a minute, don't you still suspect that I killed those seven people? ”

Yuka Miyazawa held her forehead, shook her head helplessly, and smiled angrily: "Do you think that I can kill seven big men in a row with one woman?" ”

"It's not unusual." Katsumi Uehara shrugged his shoulders and turned his head to Miwako Sato, who was sitting next to him, and nodded: "Did you see her?" It's okay to kill ten of them with one. ”

“……”

Miwako Sato, who was still recording, couldn't help but put down her pen and gave her partner a roll of her eyes: "I'm sorry Mrs. Miyazawa, Uehara has only been in the Metropolitan Police Department for less than a year, and he is still a stunned young man, so he spoke a little rushed."

"Regarding this case, in fact, the police have indeed been able to confirm that your husband did not die in a car accident, so we need to collect information about all the people involved in the case from scratch for screening."

"Takasugi Toshihiko killed, it must be him!" Yuka Miyazawa, who heard the police's statement, immediately affirmed: "He was afraid that my husband would expose the secret that he was going to poison Sayuri Matsumoto!" ”

"Judging from Takasugi's transcripts, he had a sufficient alibi at the time of your husband's death in a car accident."

Putting the transcript that Twilight 13 and Matsumoto Kiyocho personally made for Takasugi Toshihiko in front of this woman, Miwako Sato crossed his fingers in front of the table and said, "He didn't even see your husband before that, and he didn't know that a manager in the group's finance department had died until the news of Miyazawa Shin's death in a car accident was confirmed." ”

"My husband knows the secret that he wants to kill Sayuri Matsumoto, he is a murderer, and you actually believe the words of a murderer?" Yuka Miyazawa's tone was full of unspeakable incredulity: "He's still so rich, he can give himself perjury casually." ”

"That's true, we're also investigating why Miyazawa Shin knew this secret, and we're currently following the clues of the drug dealers you provided."

Miwako Sato nodded, affirming her statement: "So, Mrs. Miyazawa, can you sit down and tell us about your daily whereabouts in the last month?" You know, the police now need to look at everything that could affect the outcome of the case. ”

After being provoked and venting for a while, Yuka Miyazawa's reason at the moment can be regarded as having the upper hand. Glancing at the man sitting next to Miwako Sato, who was playing with Jiro's legs crossed, he took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "My husband just had an accident a month ago, and in the first week, I ran around the hospital and home, as well as the crematorium and the funeral home. ”

Miwako Sato pressed down the tip of the ballpoint pen and nodded as she put the pen down: "Natsukikawa Jiya, the doctor who operated on your husband?" ”

"Yes, Dr. Xia Muchuan was at the scene of the car accident at the time, and he called an ambulance to the hospital as soon as he found out about the car accident, but in the end he still couldn't get my husband back on the operating table.

"He was sorry for not being able to save my husband, but I don't blame him because I know he did his best."

"And after that?"

"After that, with the help of Dr. Natsukikawa, I made an appointment to go to the crematorium and funeral home, and then arranged the funeral for my husband. At the same time, I received a notice from the police that the car accident was closed, so I started looking around for someone to re-investigate.

"After the funeral, the police, who had re-investigated several times, told me that the results had not changed, and that they had not found anything unusual."

Katsumi Uehara paused as he turned his pen, raised his eyes and said, "And then the long kneeling at the door of the Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office?" ”

"Yes."

"In other words, Mrs. Miyazawa, your whereabouts over the past month have basically been at home, insurance companies, hospitals, crematoriums, funeral homes, and the Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office, right?" Miwako Sato stopped her pen and asked.

"Yes, oh no, there are two more places. One is a health club, and the other is your Metropolitan Police Department. Yuka Miyazawa, who nodded and shook her head quickly, added.

"Health club?"

"I'm a member there, how can I still have the heart to go to class when something like this happens at home, so I can only go to the club to suspend the card, which Coach Kirino can testify to for me."

Miwako Sato frowned: "Keiichi Kirino? ”

"Yes."

“……”

After some interrogation, Katsumi Uehara, who watched Yuka Miyazawa being temporarily taken away by the police, turned his head to look at his partner: "Sato, do you remember what I decided to do in the hospital this morning yesterday?" ”

"Natsukigawa Jiya?"

Miwako Sato also raised her eyes to look at him: "How much credibility do you think of her words?" ”

Judging by the micro-expressions, she was not lying. But from the suspect's point of view, she is still suspected of being dark under the lights. ”

"If her alibi is true, there should be a lot of people in these places who can testify against her." Miwako Sato raised the notebook in her hand, took out her mobile phone and was about to make a call, but found that a call happened to come in-

"Takagi?"

"Criminal Sato, there's an accident here at the Tokyo Red Corner Jockey Club."

Miwako Sato, whose expression suddenly tightened, asked, "The bomb exploded?" ”

"No, it's not a bomb, it's a corpse."

Takagi couldn't help but take a breath of fresh air after covering his nose and walking out of the stable of the racecourse: "We didn't find a bomb inside the racecourse, but we found two bodies, both women.

"Judging from the information left at the scene, the two of them should be the wife and daughter of Keiichi Kirino who were kidnapped by the murderer."