"Sato, when this case happened, did you join the search class?"

Matsuda Jinpei looked at the policewoman who was traveling with her. Miwako Sato was one year younger than him, but she entered the search class earlier than him. Calculated when she graduated from the police academy, it is very likely that the case happened not long after she entered the Metropolitan Police Department.

Miwako Sato nodded: "This is the second case I took over when I joined the job. At that time, Officer Megure was in charge of me. Unfortunately, neither the criminal nor the stolen goods have been found."

"No arrest warrant issued?"

"No, the criminal committed the crime in the middle of the night. It is speculated that he wanted to break into the empty door. As a result, the president happened to be working overtime in the store at that time, so he murdered her... There was no surveillance in the store, no other witnesses nearby, and no evidence on the murder weapon. Fingerprints were found, so there was no way to pinpoint the identity of the prisoner."

Miwako Sato frowned, she kept this unsolved case in her heart all the time.

Matsuda Jinpei stared at the two reports at a similar time and fell into deep thought, with several guesses in his mind.

He temporarily put down the clippings and continued to watch the surveillance.

In the video, the deceased quickly folded the newspaper clippings and put them back in his notes, then put the notebook back in his pocket. At 6:30, he got up and left the room, turning off the lights as he left, and the room was once again plunged into darkness.

Matsuda Jinpei pulled the progress bar, this time he skipped directly to the dead returning to the room two hours later.

The deceased didn't see anything unusual. He didn't go to the open-air hot spring immediately after he came back, but sat on the bed near the door. He touched the pocket where he had kept his notebook before, and raised his hand to look at his watch, completely unaware that his every move was being captured by a camera not far away.

"Boom boom."

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Matsuda Jinpei and Sato Miwako felt a chill in their hearts.

When they were questioning, several suspects said that they had never been to Room 108 at all, and now the person who came here specially to find the deceased was very suspicious!

"...Bing Bing, what do you want me to do?"

Accompanied by an unfamiliar male voice, the visitor walked into the center of the camera step by step, and Matsuda Jinhei instantly recognized the visitor, whose face was exactly the same as the clipping.

— Yamao Keisuke.

…

The surroundings fell silent for an instant.

The hotel owner, who had been chattering and muttering in a low voice before, was also looking at the screen intently at this time, and his eyes were wide open as the conversation between the two proceeded.

Miwako Sato's pretty face had already been twisted into a ball due to anger.

There was no expression on Matsuda Jinhei's face, but the hand holding the mouse was getting tighter and tighter.

"The thugs of the underground bank are very difficult to deal with, right? You got into a car accident and went to jail on the way back to Niigata from Tokyo, but it gave you peace for a while..."

"In the bombing case that caused a sensation in Tokyo half a year after your car accident, one of the prisoners was a friend of yours, and you used to bring them both here. As a reimbursement investigator, my memory is a little better than ordinary people, but I remember it clearly You guys made a bomb blackmail... If you weren't in jail, you'd be an accomplice?"

"And this report, don't you think the timing is too coincidental? Just the day before your car accident..."

Following the dead man's words, Yamao Keisuke's face became more and more ugly.

"What the **** are you trying to do?"

The fists beside him were tightly clenched, and the murderous intent in his eyes made one's heart skip a beat. Unfortunately, the deceased's eyes were blocked by ill-gotten wealth, so he didn't see it at all, and continued to make his suicide speech there.

"It's very simple, as long as you give me the hush money - you robbed jewelry worth 1 billion yen that time, just give me 10... No, one third is enough."

"The first thing you went to in the hit-and-run was your grandmother's house. I'm afraid the stolen jewels were also hidden there. There has been a reservoir there now. It's not easy to get it out...but it should be for you and your bomber friend. It’s not difficult, I specifically asked the people in the village, and I know that a few years ago, a strange guy from Tokyo settled by the reservoir.”

Shanwei Xijie's face was gloomy: "...Let me think about it and give you an answer tomorrow morning."

"I hope you think about it carefully, because the police from Tokyo have already come to investigate you in the Tokyo subway bombing in the morning, and they happen to be staying in this hotel."

The deceased seemed to be threatening, but in fact he laughed even more desperately.

"...Thank you for reminding me." Yamao Keisuke almost squeezed the words through his teeth.

"And your cousin Yosuke—"

The deceased deliberately prolonged his tone, and stared at Shanwei Xisuke in a satisfied tone: "It's very strange that he will come back here. He lives next door to me. Would you like to meet him?"

This time Yamao Keisuke didn't answer, he gritted his teeth tightly, raised his head and glanced towards the wall.

Even though Matsuda Jinpei knew that he was not looking at the camera, but looking at the next room, he was still disgusted by the malicious eyes of the other party who seemed to be suddenly poisoned.

At the end of the video, Shanwei Xisuke gave the deceased a gem the size of a pigeon egg, and made an appointment to meet at the back of the hotel tomorrow morning; the deceased picked up the gem and shone it against the light for a long time, happily put it in his coat, and agreed his request.

Matsuda Jinpei paused the zoom again, and he could tell at a glance that the gemstone was abnormal.

— It was a miniature bomb.

…

The truth surfaced, and the camera perfectly captured the whole process of the deceased committing the crime and the criminal committing the crime.

Matsuda Jinpei looked at the finished video, and looked at the original biggest suspect again.

Yosuke Yamao leaned against the window with his arms folded, his red hair was the brightest and most eye-catching color in the room, he seemed to have no interest in the video that could prove his innocence, he leaned his head against the glass window, and stared at the snow outside the window land.

It's really strange, as a member of a criminal organization, he should find a way to get away early when he is interrogated by the police, especially since he is innocent in this matter, there is no need to stay here and be searched by them.

…does he have more important things to do, or something he wants to avoid, so he wants to stay here with a reasonable excuse?

It seemed that he sensed that someone was watching him~lightnovelpub.net~ Yosuke Yamao suddenly raised his head, and met Matsuda Jinpei's eyes.

"Last night and this morning, what happened?"

The black curly-haired police officer asked, this is the second time he asked this question, this time his tone softened a bit.

"Nothing happened last night, I went to sleep after applying the mask." Yosuke Yamao replied to them, "It's just that when I woke up in the morning for skin care, I received an anonymous email asking me to go to the back of the hotel—what kind of eyes are you looking at? Don’t men love skin care and beauty?!”

"...OK, of course."

Matsuda Jinpei didn't want to dwell on this kind of problem, he focused on the second half of the sentence: "This email can be used as evidence of your innocence, why didn't you say it earlier?"

Yosuke Yamao raised his eyebrows: "Because I believe that the police officer can find out the truth and restore my innocence—how about this reason?"

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