Chapter 1288: 1287 [Uzuo: You guessed it right] Ask for a monthly ticket o(
The high school students finished taking notes and should have said goodbye politely, but they did not leave.
"It's all here." Jiang Xia thought to the two detectives, "Why don't you just go to that Huang Mao and ask for clues?"
Hattori Heiji nodded immediately: "I think so too."
The two quickly reached a consensus, Jiang Xia slapped Hattori on the shoulder, pushed him to the front, and brushed his face all the way.
After all, it is the Osaka Prefecture Police Headquarters, and Hattori Heiji is a well-known Kansai detective. There is really no one here who doesn’t know him, and there is no obstruction.
The group successfully arrived at the interrogation room.
In addition, considering that Huang Mao might not take care of a group of tourist-like high school students, Hattori Heiji picked up a police officer who was related to this case, and specially picked one with a ferocious face, and asked him to go in to help and ask about the situation.
The high school students watched from behind.
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In the interrogation room, Huang Mao—that is, the president of Kiritani Housekeeping Club, Kiritani Teruhiko, was sitting behind the small table with a sullen face.
His long hair was dyed blond and tied in a bundle at the back of his head. With his gloomy expression, he didn't look like a good person no matter what.
Kiritani Teruhiko looked at the door and out the window from time to time, looking very anxious, as if he was afraid of something.
Jiang Xia was among a group of classmates, and Microstripe looked at him curiously from a distance.
Now that Kiritani Teruhiko's identity as a "peripheral member of the organization" has been confirmed, and looking at this person again, he still doesn't feel much of the organization's aura—this person doesn't have much murderous aura, and he doesn't have ghosts hanging from his legs.
Jiang Xia: "..." Since it is a fraud gang, it may be that Kirigu Teruyan is mainly engaged in economics, and the people who kill him are also suicide, and there is no chance to become a shikigami and slap him on the leg.
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While they were observing the people in the room, the police officer who was temporarily brought in came into the room, pulled out the stool, and sat opposite Kiritani Teruhiko.
Tonggu Teruhiko immediately gathered his distracted eyes, looked at the policeman, and shouted angrily: "How many times have I said it, it's not the one I killed! Don't waste time on me, I'm in a hurry!"
The policeman said "uh" and asked casually, "Then why did you appear near the crime scene?"
Huang Mao frowned when he heard the words, tried his best to be patient, and repeated his previous experience: "I received a call saying that Kanemura was looking for me in a hurry, and asked me to go under the bridge to hand over immediately. I thought at the time, anyway, the bridge is inseparable. It's far away, and...cough, and maybe it's really a life-threatening emergency, so I went, who knows that as soon as I got there, I was immediately rushed by the police and dragged away."
"Is that so." The policeman followed and asked, "Who called you?"
Huang Mao gradually became impatient: "I don't know! Unfamiliar voice, the number has never been seen before!"
"Um..." Under his nervous gaze, the policeman touched his chin, with disbelief written all over his face, "The call is from an unfamiliar number, and it's in such a remote place under the bridge, he told you to go and you go?— "It's not me who's making trouble, you listen to yourself, it's really like a made-up excuse."
Huang Mao finally couldn't bear it anymore, slapped the table on the table, and said angrily: "You know a P!" - What if another cadre or prospective cadre suddenly sent them to work? Can you not go? !
Those people, he couldn't afford to offend any of them. The more unfamiliar the numbers, the more careful you should be. After all, the people above use virtual numbers or fake numbers, just like changing clothes, and the numbers are too many to count.
And the blood and tears experience of countless colleagues told him that receiving such a call, he would rather be deceived than not go. Otherwise, if the matter of any irritable cadre is delayed, it may not be long before the people suddenly disappear.
Thinking of this, Kiritani Teruhiko couldn't help grinding his back molars humbly: The outer members of this **** organization simply have no human rights. If it weren't for the fact that the organization held the handle of his crimes, and if necessary, he could help clean up some troublesome people, he would not want to give his life to the organization.
"..." But these words must not be said at the police station.
Even if he was just a peripheral member, Kiritani Teruhiko knew very well in his heart: people in the organization were everywhere, and they might suddenly pop up in an unexpected place—maybe there is a certain cadre hiding in the current police headquarters.
He took a deep breath and thought to himself: He really didn't kill anyone, it should just be a mistake.
If you are innocent by biting yourself to death, don’t say anything, and then you will have a chance to be released and find a way to live.
But if he said it, I'm afraid it won't be long...he will "accidentally die" in the police station.
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Although the police felt that Kiritani Teruhiko was hiding something, they couldn't really ask anything.
In addition, they actually suspected that Kirigu and his employees were involved in multiple frauds, so they only felt that Kiritani was concealing the fraud, and did not go to the "dark side of this society. There is a spider web everywhere. large organization” thought in this regard.
The same goes for high school students.
Failed to get more clues from Huang Mao, they sighed and left the interrogation place.
"Don't stay at the police station all the time, you are here to travel." Yuan Shan and Ye patted Jiang Xia, reminding him not to forget his original intention.
After , she withdrew her hand, took out her bag, and took out a small notebook - before going out today, Yuan Shan and Ye had already calculated the time in detail, and had a good plan for how long to see each attraction.
But now, before half a day has passed, this wonderful plan has been disrupted by two sudden murders.
The warm and hospitable Osaka classmate Kazuha Toyama felt that it would not be good to go on like this.
She tried hard to get the vacation life of several Tokyo classmates back on track, so she showed a tour guide-like smile: "Where shall we go next?"
Jiang Xia thought for a while: "Let's go to Camellia Park."
Hattori Heiji and Conan immediately nodded in agreement, to be honest, they thought so too.
Camellia Park is exactly what the little police officer said just now, the place where Fayue Dema often haunts on weekdays.
There, we may be able to collect more clues about this suspicious old man.
"Camellia Park, I remember it's in Camellia Town." Hattori Heiji checked the map, "It's only a few stops from here, take the train and you'll be there in a while."
The young policeman was about to go out when he happened to pass by them.
Hearing this sentence, he was slightly startled, and then turned back: "Are you going to Camellia Park to find that Mr. Fayue?"
Jiang Xia nodded.
The police officer's eyes lit up and handed a slightly faded photo: "In that case, please help me return this to him by the way. This is when he came to make a note just now and accidentally fell on the police station. If he is not there The park, you can put it in the mailbox of his house - his house is right next to the park, with the watch of 'Fayue' hanging on it. This surname is not very common, and it should not be difficult to find."