"What did you say the staff of that bank was called?"

Katsumi Uehara, who threw the Chinese piece back on his desk, raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look at Wataru Takagi.

"Masami Hirota, what's wrong? Do you know her? ”

"No, I don't know, I heard it wrong."

In the puzzled eyes of several people, Katsumi Uehara shook his head: "Check the whereabouts of that doctor Taiga before he died, and check if there is any direct or indirect connection between him and this Sakai Jiro."

"I'll ask Dr. Taiga's family, friends, and even the nurses in the hospital early tomorrow morning to see if they have any impression of this Jiro Sakai."

"Understood."

Wataru Takagi, who received the new order, nodded with Kazushin Chiba and turned to leave.

"Your ex-girlfriend?"

After the two left, Miwako Sato glanced at her partner with a strange look.

"Are you crazy or am I crazy?" Katsumi Uehara replied with a rhetorical question.

Sato, who didn't know why, couldn't help but put a question mark, but he was quickly attracted by a line of information in the information in his hand: "Wait a minute, Uehara, you come and see this." ”

"What's wrong?"

Katsumi Uehara approached Miwako Sato, and stepped forward with one hand on the desk—

"...... who was involved in an armed brawl five years ago and assisted the police in arresting the prisoner as a witness?"

Muttering about the statement on the information, Katsumi Uehara frowned, turned his head to look at Miwako Sato, who was close at hand: "Keiichi Kirino? ”

"But he's a good friend of Keiichi Kirino."

"Will you continue to be friends with the people you sent to prison with your own hands?"

Miwako Sato turned around and looked at the information on the blackboard: "Not necessarily, it depends on what sins you have committed and whether you have reformed or not." ”

"How is Keiichi Kirino doing now?"

"Still in the break room, according to Takagi, he was visibly mentally broken after seeing the bodies of his wife and daughter."

"You ask him, I'll judge Natsukigawa Jiya."

Put down the marker, Katsumi Uehara made the final decision.

As a woman, Miwako Sato has a unique advantage over him in terms of affinity.

"Okay."

The two men who reached the agreement each brought a notebook and a pen, one pushed open the door of the lounge, and the other pushed open the door of the interrogation room.

In the interrogation room, Natsuki Kawaji, who was dressed in a navy blue plaid suit, couldn't help but raise his right eyebrow when he saw Katsumi Uehara alone pushing the door in: "What about the heroic Officer Sato?" ”

"Thanks to the prisoner, work overtime."

Without a singing partner, Katsumi Uehara pulled out a chair and sat down alone, throwing all the pen and notebook on the table: "Now it's just the two of us here, Mr. Xia Muchuan, and there is no one behind the glass." ”

"That's a shame, I still prefer to be alone with beautiful women." Natsuki Kawaji chuckled and pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose.

"I like it too, but it's a pity that things don't go as expected." Katsumi Uehara, who took out a box of chewing gum from the inner pocket of his suit, opened the lid of the iron box, picked two and flew into his mouth, and then lit up at him: "Do you want it?" ”

Natsuki Katsuya smiled and waved his hand, and when he lowered his head, the light reflected on the lenses under the thin frame: "I don't need it, I don't need this." ”

"Why kill people?"

"I didn't kill anyone."

"Then why are you directing someone to kill someone?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Officer Uehara. Did you bring me back from the hospital to ask such boring questions? ”

Xia Mu Chuanzhi also shook his head repeatedly: "If that's the case, then please drive me back to the hospital now, I still have a lot of patients to follow up tonight." ”

"You can't leave tonight, and you won't be able to leave tomorrow night. If I'm ruthless enough, you won't be able to leave for the next week. ”

"Officer Uehara, you are taking care of human life, and there are many patients in charge of me in the hospital."

"Do you know Keiichi Kirino's wife and daughter?"

"Of course, I've had dinner with them a few times."

The question of perfect connection, Natsuki Chuanzhi, who did not have the slightest sign of stuck, also answered freely.

Katsumi Uehara didn't care, continued to chew gum, opened the notebook and recorded, "What is your impression of the two of them?" ”

"Mrs. Kirino is very virtuous and doting on children. As for Sakurako, she was so naughty, Kirino often told me at the gym that Sakurako went home to him to get money to go out to play, and said that a sophomore in high school spent more than college students and graduate students. ”

"So what did you use to kill both of them?"

"Thoughts." Natsuki Kawa also sighed: "This set is useless to me, Officer Uehara." If you must identify me as a murderer, then I can only tell you that I am killing with my mind. ”

"Oh, it's okay, I'll just ask you to continue answering."

Katsumi Uehara's pen didn't pause in the slightest, and continued to ask, "Where is the body thrown after killing someone with your mind?" ”

"I think it's heaven."

"Did that old fellow of Jehovah ask you for mortuary fees after dumping the corpse in heaven?"

“？？？”

Natsuki Kawa also frowned, his face was not calm for the first time, and his eyes carefully looked at Katsumi Uehara, who was calm and calm.

Is this really a question that a police officer can ask?

Why is it getting more and more outrageous?

"It's okay to answer yes or no, don't worry, I won't ask you how much it costs." Without raising his head, Katsumi Ground Hara sensed the doubts in his heart as if he had a third eye, and spoke.

"Yes."

"Is there a parking fee for driving to heaven to dump corpses?"

"No, no money."

"Can anyone prove that what you say is true?"

“……？？？”

The words that came to Natsuki Chuanzhi's mouth were stunned: "Yes, Archangel Michael." ”

Katsumi Uehara raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Did you have an alibi when Kirino's wife and daughter were killed?" ”

"There's—"

"Then please tell me the time when Kirino's wife and daughter were killed, and the police can fill in the death information." Katsumi Uehara pauses in the action of writing, and then pushes all the pen and paper in front of Natsukigawa Jiya, who reacted quickly.

"What's the matter, didn't you have an alibi when Kirino's wife and daughter were killed?"

“……”

Natsuki Chuanzhi, who was silent for a while, also took off his glasses, shook his head, and smiled: "No problem, since Officer Uehara you want to know so much." ”

The gold-rimmed mirror was framed on the interrogation table, and Natsuki Katsu, who picked up the pen, quickly wrote down a few dates-

"This is the time I have been working in the hospital for nearly half a month, and I can match the number of the duty schedule. As long as Officer Uehara you go and check it, this is my alibi. ”

"It's pretty fast, not bad."

Katsumi Uehara, who took back the pen and paper, didn't even look at it, and directly closed it and put it aside: "Who is your accomplice?" ”

"I think your question is too vexatious, and I ask the lawyer to intervene."

"I didn't deny it, that is."

Katsumi Uehara raised his eyebrows, and the corner of his mouth that was raised made his face sink a little in the man's eyes.

"It's so late, the lawyer will come back tomorrow, I wish you a dreamless and good sleep tonight." Katsumi Uehara got up, smiled goodbye, and left the interrogation room.

"How's it going?"

As soon as he returned to the office area, Katsumi Uehara greeted Miwako Sato, who had already finished the inquiry and was waiting here.

"It's a bit of a gain, check his social circle tomorrow. What about you? ”

"His emotions were completely broken, and he was lifeless, and after asking him about his basic situation, I asked him to go home and rest." Miwako Sato sighed, handed the transcript in her hand to her partner, and took his notebook with her hand-

"Paradise? Parking fee?? What did you ask??? ”

"Something that breaks his threshold."

"You're letting yourself go again." Miwako Sato stared at the man in front of her speechlessly.

"It's impossible to pry something out of his mouth with your regular questioning style." Katsumi Uehara raised his eyebrows: "Obviously, it's up to me in the end." ”

"I said, sometimes you listen to my advice to you, but I was also your predecessor. Once your unconventional approach closes the case, if you encounter a lawyer who is obsessed with this, the prosecutor will be very passive......"

"I've listened to it...... I've listened to it"

Step out of the elevator and step out of the Metropolitan Police Department door.

Men and women walk side by side on a moonlit night, and there is a constant hustle and bustle on the way to the parking lot.

"You really can't make sense......

Miwako Sato, who shook her head, walked to the Mazda left by her father: "I'll go back first." ”

"Huh? This is going back? Are you missing something? ”

"What's missing?"

"Where's my good night?"

"Is there a difference between saying it and not saying it, you never say this."

"See you tomorrow is a more advanced word than good night."

"Remember to add a prefix when you say this, in your cognition."

Miwako Sato shrugged her shoulders, pulled the car door and sat down: "Bye-bye, Uehara." ”

The bright red Mazda galloped away under the moonlit night, and Katsumi Uehara, who was standing in front of the EVO, shook his head with a smile and hummed a little tune to get into the car.

Yoko Okino's singing voice is heard melodiously from the car radio, and the magenta EVO is blown away by the lights of the Metropolitan Police Department building.

………………………………………………………………………………

The next day, the Metropolitan Police Department.

"What do you say?! Matsumoto police coma?! ”

When Katsumi Uehara, who was sipping black coffee to refresh himself, arrived at the office with a yawn early, the first thing that came into his ears was the almost hoarse roar of his boss, Twilight Thirteen—

"Ayako Suzuki and Toshihiko Takasugi are also missing?!"