Chapter 12921292【Compassionate Vodka】

While thinking about it, the Otaki Police Department couldn't help but look at Motegi Takashi, wondering what this person's background was, or whether he was just a scapegoat.

 Before he could observe anything, he was suddenly stunned.

—Motegi Takashi stared at the diary blankly. After a moment, big tears suddenly welled up in his eyes.

“She, she actually trusts me so much.” The young man raised his hand to wipe away his tears and burst into tears in the blink of an eye. “It’s all my fault. I should spend more time with her. I didn’t expect that she would forgive someone like me...”

“…” Several people next to him looked at him with complicated expressions, some believed it and some didn’t.

While the Otaki Police Department asked the young police officer to take Hozuki Touma out of the car, he looked at Motegi Takashi and said tentatively: "Okay, we'll talk about this later. Let's make a record first." Or do you want to turn yourself in by the way?

However, the next second, Motegi Takashi stopped crying and shook his head: "Sorry, I have something to do tonight and I really can't spare the time. I will definitely go there when I have time."

 Speaking, he bowed politely, turned around and walked away from the other side.

Suzuki Sonoko obviously didn’t believe Motegi Takashi’s performance just now. She pouted and stared at his back, and muttered angrily: “Can’t we just catch this kind of liar back?”

Otaki Police Department sighed, not very optimistic about this, but he couldn't say it directly, so he could only say: "Don't worry, we are already searching - the money will not disappear out of thin air. If we continue the investigation, we will definitely find it." Bring fraudsters to justice.”

Fa Yuedema stared at the man's back and gritted his teeth: Just a little bit closer! It would be nice if we killed this guy first. Unexpectedly, I only killed one accomplice, but let the mastermind who killed Mitsuko escape... No, you can't be angry, you have to forgive, forgive like Mitsuko...

 …

Motegi Takashi walked away from the police seemingly calmly and walked quickly through the exit on the other side.

 When he reached the deserted street, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and sneered: What an old woman, she actually said "forgive him" from a high position, as if her forgiveness was important. Oh, it’s just a self-motivated spiritual victory method.

 Speaking of which, Motegi Takashi thought to himself expectantly: With the two recent accounts, he could almost mention "that matter" to the president.

　　When Takashi Motegi first committed fraud, he was always worried about being exposed and caught one day.

However, after getting to know President My Wife, I no longer have so many worries - President My Wife seems to know some people who are good at money laundering. Although the commission is distressingly high, it is much safer than other methods. In short, it is definitely better than normal. Money comes quickly from work.

Motegi Takashi has always wanted to connect with those who can handle black money, because in this way, there will be one less President Gazuma to make money from it.

Now that he has finally "passed the test of those people," my wife, the president, promised to let him chat with those people, but now, my wife, the president, has been unable to contact him.

 “This guy must have regretted it, right?” Motegi cursed in a low voice.

 After a moment, he suddenly remembered something and muttered in his heart: Wait, judging from what the old man just said, he seems to have killed someone.

 Under the bridge, yellow hair…

 Could it be that something happened to that "colleague" from the housekeeping company?

What about my wife, the president? ?

Motegi had an idea and entered the name of President My Wife on his mobile phone and hit the confirmation button. The interface refreshed, and a page of news popped up, all about the murder case. The place of the crime was not under the bridge as he imagined, but a sushi restaurant. Through the transparent glass door, you can see in the photo that my wife, the president, is lying on her back on the ground, motionless and dead.

“…” Motegi Takashi felt an inexplicable “thump” in his heart.

He was dazed for a moment, then suddenly remembered something, and immediately typed down the names of two colleagues.

This time, before pressing search, there was a sudden click in front of me.

Motegi suddenly raised his head and found a black car in front of him. The back door of the black car is open, like a huge mouth waiting for prey.

He was feeling something was wrong and wanted to leave this deserted street quickly.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I turned around, I bumped into someone head-on.

That man was two heads taller than him, with a square chin, a tall build, and muscles as hard as iron plates. Motegi Takashi hit him and bounced back. He was covering his sore nose and wanted to curse, but the burly man in black put his arm around his shoulders, pushed him into the car with force, and followed him in.

 The car door clicked shut.

 The man in the front driver's seat exhaled a puff of smoke, glanced at them gloomily, and stepped on the accelerator.

The vehicle started silently and drove away from the street, passing by the police car heading to the police station.

Motegi was stunned. He intuitively felt that something was wrong and wanted to struggle. But seeing the police car so close, he didn't dare to make too much of a fuss.

When he was struggling, he found that the big man in black next to him was holding a mobile phone, comparing the messages on it, and looking at him sinisterly - even through his sunglasses, he could see that the expression of the man in black was somewhat subtle. The sympathy is like watching the predecessors go by, but also like the sadness of a rabbit dying and a fox dying.

“…” Motegi Takashi was frightened by his strange appearance and couldn’t help but move away, “W-what do you want to do!?”

 Vodka glanced at him and sighed silently.

He picked up the detector and scanned it, but found no transmitter or eavesdropping device on Mogi Takashi.

So he straightened his face again and said businesslikely: "Yes, brother, that's him, Takashi Motegi, the last person in my wife's housekeeping company. He is not a peripheral member yet, but my wife is preparing to develop him, so financially His account was passed. In addition, it was precisely because an elderly man he defrauded committed suicide and he failed to dispose of that person's diary in time, which triggered a police investigation and retaliation from relevant people."

Of course, the most unfortunate thing was that Uzo discovered this, so this group of people was targeted by Uzo...

"A three-person team was destroyed by such a loser... Heh, it can be seen that those three people are not much better. It would be better if they died early, so as not to be thrown into the execution department to silence them later." Gin looked in the rearview mirror coldly. He glanced at Motegi and said, "It's as simple as raising funds, but if you choose a high-risk operation like fraud, which is the most shameful thing to do, you can't handle it well. They deserve to be cleaned up."

“…” Motegi Takashi caught his sight and froze in place instantly: What organization? What group? What silence? ...He, he doesn’t know anything! He hasn't joined this ghost yet, why should he be silenced!

 But before the hysterical retort could be uttered, Gin's cell phone suddenly vibrated.

The sudden movement was like a bucket of cold water poured on Mogi Takashi's head, scaring him away from the argument he was brewing.

 (End of this chapter)