The handwriting is sloppy, but it doesn't prevent people from reading it.

Judging from the pen, Miwako Sato can even imagine the unconvinced face of the murderer when he wrote this sentence.

Gamble on your life.

The last time I gambled on the illness of Sayuri Matsumoto and a hospital patient;

This time, the bet is on the lives of Toshihiko Takasugi and Ayako Suzuki.

It's just that unlike the last time, this time the prisoner didn't leave any teaser information, and only this note to gamble again.

"This son of a bitch."

Clutching the evidence bag wrapped in the note, Miwako Sato hated it so much that her teeth itched.

This is clearly a roast of Katsumi Uehara on a fire.

"What about surveillance? When did the surveillance show he left? ”

"After checking, the surveillance of the apartment showed that Keiichi Kirino returned home at 20:17, and then went out at 21:14 in a black Honda. However, according to the surveillance results obtained by the Traffic Division, the license plate number of the black Honda disappeared after entering the 3-chome 27 land in Kakutocho.

"According to the speculation, the prisoner must have changed cars. From the perspective of the scope of monitoring, the inspection point should be between 3-chome 27 and 6-chome 3. ”

"Kakuto-cho ......"

Listening to the police officer's report, Katsumi Uehara, who was looking at the interior of the apartment across the foyer, frowned, and turned his head to look at his partner: "Where is Yuka Miyazawa's address in Kakudo Town?" ”

"5-chome 21 place, I'll let people go over and take a look." Miwako Sato, who understood in seconds, immediately took out her mobile phone.

"Remember to ask the Traffic Division to check the vehicles in the name of the Miyazawa family and the vehicles in the name of Natsuki Kawa Jiya."

"I understand."

Miwako Sato nodded, stepped aside and started calling. Katsumi Uehara took the gloves handed over by the police officer and put them on, and began to look for traces left by Keiichi Kirino in this apartment.

The first thing that catches your eye is the large photo frame placed on the TV cabinet in the living room, and the photo shows a family with an ordinary appearance but a happy smile-

The ordinary-looking man took off his blazer, his muscles bulging to the point that his angular muscles filled the white shirt in his deliberately funny pose;

Beside the man, a woman in a white dress wearing a pink visor smiled softly. The slender fingers gently landed on the husband's well-developed biceps, facing the camera, there was a slight shyness between the eyebrows;

In front of the two men, a short-haired girl in her prime-age years was sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding a glass trophy that looked a little similar to Tokyo Tower in her hands and placing it on her head. White T denim, youthful flying.

Judging by the girl's age, the photo should have been taken five years ago, before Keiichi Kirino was imprisoned for armed brawl.

This trophy should also be the prize of some competition-

？！

Katsumi Uehara's eyes froze, staring at the glass trophy held up to the head of the short-haired girl in the photo, and the words that Asa Sangmi said after restoring the structure of the murder weapon suddenly resounded in his ears-

The murder weapon was an extremely narrow tetrahedron, thin at the top and thicker the closer to the bottom. At the same time, several of the deceased had glass shards in their wounds that were not visible to the naked eye.

If memory serves, at that time, Aso also painted a painting of a soul that resembles the flattening of Tokyo Tower from top to bottom.

And now......

Katsumi Uehara frowned and took a closer look at the trophy in the photo, which, like Tokyo Tower, has a slender top and spreads out in a rectangular shape as it goes down. Unlike Tokyo Tower, it has no gaps and is directly connected to the base of the trophy.

Although this angle of the photo is not very friendly to the trophy, Katsumi Uehara can also see the thickness of the side, which is an irregular tetrahedron.

Katsumi Uehara subconsciously raised his hand and gestured.

If you use this thing as a murder weapon to kill people, it should be able to invade the human body with the help of the sharp part at the top, but that requires a lot of strength from the user and the glass material of the trophy.

However, if it is a trophy......

The man pinching the picture frame raised his head, and his eyes kept looking around the living room, the regular living room, and there were no trophies on the cabinet, only vases and some small objects.

The police officers who came around, Katsumi Uehara, who turned his head left and right to look for something, took the lead and walked into the master bedroom of the apartment-

A few small bits and pieces of trophies were crooked in the display case next to the dresser, and there were many medals.

Pacing forward, Katsumi Uehara, who opened the display case, looked at the trophies and medals, and even found a lot of small cards with Juanxiu's handwriting-

[Dad won another prize in the competition, and invited me to a big dinner celebration card. 】

[Dad is amazing! 】

[Come on, Daddy Competition! 】

[Dad, Mom and I will go to the scene to cheer you up!] 】

【…………】

The small love cards are full of daughters cheering for their father's game, and different forms of smiling faces are drawn at the end of each sentence.

Katsumi Uehara rubbed the material of one of the cards and looked up at several frames on the bedside table—wedding photos, travel photos, and landscape photos of people and nature.

"Uehara, the situation is not quite right."

I was looking at the drawer of the bedside table, and after a while, Katsumi Uehara's ears were already hearing his partner's slightly anxious words.

"The surveillance found the car so quickly?"

"No, it's Yuka Miyazawa. Mori Kogoro reported the case, and Yuka Miyazawa disappeared. Miwako Sato shook her head and said in a solemn tone: "In addition, according to the surveillance near her home, she is likely to be one of the murderers." ”

"I went out at night and never came home?"

"Yes, not only that, according to the Maori detective, there is also a plastic figure of Kamen Superman on the living room of her house, the glass looks like it has been broken by something, and there are water stains on the floor.

"She walked out the door on her own and never came back, which means that she is the only one who can do these things. And the time when she went out was 7:37 p.m. according to the surveillance, which means that her home was the first of the three scenes to be arranged in this way. ”

Miwako Sato frowned, after experiencing this series of events, she was a little suspicious of this former criminal policeman who appeared at the scene of the crime several times: "Uehara, do you say that it is possible that Kogoro Maori is also one of the suspects?" ”

"He? Forget it, even if I kill someone one day, he won't kill anyone. Katsumi Uehara smiled and shook his head.

As a criminal policeman, it's normal for Miwako Sato to have this idea, not that you can get rid of all suspicions by hanging a detective's signboard.

Who made him Maori Kogoro.

"Moreover, yesterday was obviously the last action in their plan, and it doesn't matter if it's exposed, if Mori Kogoro is the murderer, there is no need to hide."

Katsumi Uehara, who handed the photo frame to Sato in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly: "But now it seems that before the bodies of Keiichi Kirino's wife and daughter were found, they were all using the Metropolitan Police Department to create an alibi."

"The discovery of those two bodies is more like a signal for them, a signal that symbolizes the end."