Tokyo, Metropolitan Police Department.

In the office of the Superintendent of Police on the top floor, Taketa Okayama sat in a chair and was reading the report in his hands.

He didn't change the interior of the director's office, and everything was the same as when Chiyo Morimoto was here.

Taketa Okayama is not the kind of person who is keen to express his style, or rather, nothing is his style.

The place used for the office does not need any fancy decoration, and he will not use the funds of the Metropolitan Police Department to decorate a suitable office for himself for such a small thing.

In his view, it was a waste of government funds.

Money should be spent where it goes.

Okayama Taketa put down the report in his hand and picked up another one, his brows furrowed, the whereabouts of Slim were still unknown, and the organization hidden behind that person was too deep.

Let Okayama Taketa can't help but think in his heart, is it the people below who haven't found Slim?

Or is there no one looking for it at all?

Even though Taketa Okayama came from a police family and had a wide range of contacts and connections, the people he knew were still pitifully small compared to the tens of thousands of police officers in the Metropolitan Police Department.

Okayama Taketa can't control 100% of the people below, and it's hard to tell if the people below are fooling themselves.

He sighed softly.

The landline suddenly rang again, and Taketa Okayama stretched out his hand and pressed it out, "Director Okayama, we just received a very strange call from here that someone has been killed on Shinjuku Avenue.

The shopkeeper asked us to go over and collect the body, and his tone was very indifferent.

I've been in the industry for so many years, and it's the first time I've encountered this kind of police person who tells the murder as an ordinary thing about accidentally choking on drinking water, as if he was a serial murderer. ”

When Taketa Okayama heard this, he hurriedly said, "I'll go right away!" ”

Hanging up the phone, he got up and walked outside, it was so unusual, in broad daylight, he actually carried out a murder on the densely populated Shinjuku Avenue?

It's just lawlessness and doesn't take the Metropolitan Police Department seriously!

……

Several police cars drove violently to Shinjuku Avenue, and Taketa Okayama opened the door.

In this weather, any place without air conditioning will make people sweat on their foreheads for a short time.

He reached out to wipe his sweat and led a dozen policemen with guns to the scene.

He originally thought that there were many onlookers at the scene of the murder, and then destroy the evidence at the scene and so on.

And yet, the body was lying on the road.

From passers-by to bosses, each one looked calm, just avoiding the corpse.

He also saw that some people were very curious about the corpses parked there, but they just looked at the people around them who didn't care, probably thinking that it was performance art, so they didn't care.

The location of the deceased was biased towards the bubble tea shop, and the owner in his thirties walked directly out of the counter and stepped forward and said, "You guys are finally here, hurry up and move this away, it will affect my business." ”

Taketa Okayama's right hand clenched suddenly, he didn't expect that the Japanese atmosphere had degenerated into this.

He has no sympathy for a person who has just lost his life, and he thinks that the corpse of the other party affects his business.

Is this human talk?!

"You're going to cordon off the scene, Ito, I'm sorry for your trouble."

"No problem."

Ito Otome replied casually, dressed in a white coat, she quickly put on her gloves, picked up the forensic tools and began to examine the body.

Okayama Taketa walked up to the owner of the bubble tea shop and said with a solemn expression, "Who killed this person?" ”

"That's the man."

"Who?"

"I said it's the man!"

Hearing this bull's answer to the horse's mouth, Okayama Taketa was still thinking about the reason, and the policeman next to him immediately became angry and shouted: "Of course we know that it was a person who killed him, and we asked about that person's height, appearance, and weight." ”

"I said that the man killed him."

The shopkeeper spread his hands outstretched, unable to understand why they were so excited.

The police officer only felt anger rushing to his brain, making him want to make a move on the shopkeeper in front of him, and said sharply: "Do you want to go to the Metropolitan Police Department for tea?"

I can sue you now for obstruction of official business! ”

Compared to his emotional excitement, Okayama Taketa noticed that something was wrong, raised his hand to stop his subordinates from going berserk, and said, "This gentleman, you don't remember that person's appearance, height, and weight, but you only know that person?" ”

"That's the guy who killed him."

The milk tea boss hurriedly nodded and emphasized, without any doubts about the words he said.

He was just angry at the police in front of him, and he answered so clearly, why did he still speak in such a tone?

It's that person, it's that person, is it possible that it can be someone else?

It's just that he considered that the other party might deliberately leave the body here and affect the business in the store, so he didn't get mad.

These damn tax thieves.

The shopkeeper slandered in his heart, and only hated that the mortgage on his body was too heavy, so that the seven-foot man couldn't straighten his waist.

Aozawa, who turned into an invisible breeze, also found a problem, and the ability to seem to be able to do everything could only have an effect on the area he was in, and it could not have an effect on Okayama and the others who didn't see that scene.

……

From the boss's answer, Okayama Taketa figured out the reason, and his heart sank, this was by no means a simple homicide.

"Quick, look for a place with surveillance around."

This is the shopping street of Shinjuku Avenue, and it is not difficult to find a store with surveillance in front of the store.

Okayama Taketa and others found a store with surveillance, which was in the supermarket next door, with surveillance cameras at the door and inside.

Looking at the location of the camera, it is very close to the deceased, and it may or may not be able to capture any picture.

Okayama Taketa stepped forward and asked, "Boss, I'm sorry, please adjust the nine o'clock monitoring." ”

"I can't adjust it, when the murder happened, the surveillance camera just short-circuited, and it only got better after that."

The boss answered truthfully.

The policeman next to him was furious and said, "Just when the murder occurred, your surveillance was broken.

Is you an accomplice? ”

"Hey, you speak to me with respect, but I pay taxes every year, believe it or not, I complain about your service attitude?"

The boss immediately roared, he was not affected by the corpse here, so he naturally had the confidence to refute.

The policeman's face sank and he wanted to take him back to the Metropolitan Police Department.

Don't think he's one of those low-level patrols.

Okayama Taketa raised his hand to stop him and said, "This murder case is extremely bad, I hope you can cooperate."

Even if the monitoring is broken, let's take a look at the monitoring screen before and after the breakage. ”

"Me."

"Please cooperate with our investigation!"

Okayama Taketa interrupted the other party's words, and a pair of eyes stared at him, already aware of the unusual thing about this murder.

Whether it is the shopkeeper or a passerby, the indifference to the deceased is obviously not out of a hatred or his own reasons, but is likely to be influenced by external factors.

That means that this case may be related to people from another world, and Taketa Okayama can't help but link this incident to Dior considering that today is Monday.

The boss was frightened by him, and could only mutter: "What, I know that people who bully us and keep to themselves, and I haven't seen you play a role with a prisoner like Slim." ”

As he spoke, he called up the supermarket's surveillance.

Okayama Taketa took a closer look at the supermarket's surveillance, and there was indeed a snowflake-like picture before and after, as if the surveillance had been hacked or caused electronic interference.

The time is very short, that is, in five minutes.

Okayama Taketa's brows furrowed.

This disturbing picture made him suspect that someone had hacked into the surveillance to do ghosts, and the indifference of the people around him could also be some kind of experiment.

Of course, there may be apostles or monsters from the other world.

But as an elite in the police field, Taketa Okayama knows that to solve a case and seek verification, it is necessary to distinguish between primary and secondary contradictions.

Treat the case as man-made, he only needs to pass the investigation to see if there is anyone behind the incident.

If there is, he can stop it in time.

If not, it means that it was done by otherworldly monsters or apostles.

Okayama Taketa thought.

Qing Ze was also watching the monitoring from the side, he did not take the initiative to destroy the monitoring, he could only say that the failure of the monitoring was one of the effects of the superpower that allowed everything.

Taketa Okayama left the supermarket and returned to the body.

Itootome stood up, the smell of blood in the air, the dullness of the pavement, the sweat from the hot sun, all this did not affect her work.

In terms of treating corpses, Ito Otome was more careful than her lovers, and said, "The deceased was hit by blunt objects on the head and shoulders, and the force was very strong.

Judging from the location of the deceased's injuries, the other party is at least more than two meters tall and should be quite strong.

More specific news will need to be found out when we go back. ”

"Yes, I just asked the people around me, and no one can describe exactly what the man looks like, and they all say that the man killed the man on the ground.

At the mention of that person, the expression on their faces also looked strange, as if they were veterans who were accustomed to life and death. ”

"Are you going to give them a full body check-up?"

Ito Otome immediately guessed what he was thinking.

Okayama Taketa thought about it for a while, nodded and said, "I can only let them do an examination to see if there is any drug residue in the body." ”

"The question is, will they cooperate?"

Itootome's question made Okayama Taketa look distressed, and suddenly he wanted to do something for them, and it was estimated that there were more people spraying than thanking the Metropolitan Police Department for his generosity.

With the attitude of the shopkeepers just now, it was obvious that they were full of distrust of them.

The owners of Shinjuku Avenue believe in modern medical care, but that doesn't mean they trust the Japanese government.

These are two different things.

"At this point, we have to give it a try."

Okayama Taketa made a decision in his heart, turned around and walked to the door of the clothing store, and said, "Sir, we in the Metropolitan Police Department want to give you a physical examination. ”

"Phew!"

The boss couldn't hold back on the spot, his eyes widened and said, "Do you want to treat me as a guinea pig?"

Get lost! Get lost! I don't need you to arrange a physical examination! ”

Okayama Taketa looked at his excited expression, which was in sharp contrast to the calm that he had previously gazed at the dead.

Sure enough, there was a problem.

(End of chapter)