After eating, Kazuma followed Shiratori out, and was about to get his sports car, Shiratori grabbed him: "Don’t, today you count as my partner, take my car. Your sister Have a driver's license? Give her a few days."

Kazuma looked at the sports car, shrugged, and followed Shiratori into his Nissan sedan.

While Shiratori was busy starting the car, Kazuma asked, "When did Yuzao call you last night?"

"It's very late. To be honest, it's already past the time for normal people to call. I thought it was an emergency. For example, the Fuqing Gang exploded another anti-tank mine, or another US military helicopter opened fire in the city. What."

Kazuma curled his lips, but didn't catch any questions.

Shiratori’s car hit the flames for a long time, but he didn't hit it, so he mumbled: "What's the matter? I just maintained it yesterday, why can't it hit it again?"

Kazuma: "You look at the style of this car for years, right?"

"Ah, yes, this model was discontinued last year, but I am reluctant to change it. After all, it is the car that has accompanied my entire police career."

Kazuma is speechless: "So old? Isn't it the shape of a car from that era? Shouldn't it be more rounded?"

"My car was the latest style back then." Shiratori said as he turned the key again.

His car held back like constipation for several seconds, and finally shook, making a normal engine running sound.

Shiratori let out a sigh: "It's pretty good."

He turned his head and looked behind, while turning the steering wheel, dumped the car out of the yard and parked on the road.

At this time, Chiyoko went out: Kazuma), won't you drive a sports car today?"

"Yes." Kazuma said, rolling down the window and threw the key to Chiyoko. "You can open it, or let Amo open it."

"Okay. Good journey." Chiyoko stood in front of the house, waved his hands and watched Kazuma go away.

Kazuma retracted his gaze.

Shiratori said as he drove, "Tell you about today's reservation. There is a finishing touch today. Yesterday the team caught a suspect at the murder scene, but we suspect that he is not a prisoner, but the one. We will go to the trial. Give him a look. That's why I was eager to find a partner, because the interrogation had to have a black and white face."

Kazuma: "Oh, it's a common configuration in criminal investigation dramas... Damn, I haven't tried criminals seriously when I was a policeman. At first I didn't have a partner, and then I got a partner. The mobile team has gone."

Shiratori: "Then the partner is still a short man."

"Uh...Is this important?" Kazuma looked at the bird in doubt.

"Of course, if you are not tall enough, you can be a black face and have no momentum, and a white face is too weak. To put it bluntly, you shouldn't be in the police force. If his father was the Chief Cabinet Secretary Onoda, he would not be able to enter the police college."

Kazuma: "There is still a rule that the police station does not accept dwarfs?"

"Unspoken rules, it's the same as not accepting leftists."

Kazuma: "I am the left wing."

"The judging standards of the professional group are different from those of us crude people."

Kazuma pouted.

Then the compartment was temporarily cold.

After the silence lasted for a while, Shiratori took the initiative to speak, "To be honest, if you enter the police station and go directly to the team, the situation will probably be very different now."

Kazuma: "What kind of situation do you mean?"

Shiratori didn’t answer, and continued on his own self: “Searching a lesson is generally a black and white place. The guys in the first lesson have clear enemies, doing clear things, and dealing with either the most vicious criminals. , Or the guy who has gone astray, but has already sinned unforgivably.

"Our four lessons-the pairs are not the same, and we often don't have such a clear distinction."

Kazuma: "You said this suddenly..."

"You'll understand later. This kind of thing is only deep after you have actually experienced it. In short, your current state is very suitable for a white face. As soon as you enter the interrogation room, the person being interrogated will immediately feel that you are a white face. ."

Kazuma raised his eyebrows: "Is it so amazing?"

"Of course, should we bet?"

Kazuma: "Okay, as soon as I enter the interrogation room, the murderer will win the bet."

Shiratori smiled slightly: "Then try it out."

**

"You bastard, be honest!" Kazuma patted the table hard, and the whole person was lying on the interrogation table.

He thought he had fought so many tough battles. Although he had never killed anyone, he had experienced so many life-and-death duels.

However, the full-faced prisoner was completely unmoved, and glanced at the Shiratori next to him: "What's going on today, Shiratori-san, the training rookie? Where did this rookie come from?"

Shiratori spread his hands and threw the cigarette case on the table: "You don't recognize him? He is our nearest star detective."

"Male stars have also started to engage in activities like the one-day police? Isn't it usually only female idols that engage in such activities? Will there be male idols serving in the baseball field next?"

Generally, when kicking off a professional baseball game in Japan, a popular female artist will serve a goal.

This is a part of welfare. Female artists will deliberately wear short skirts to serve, and deliberately raise their legs high before serving.

Kazuma grabbed the prisoner by the collar: "Hey! Don't talk nonsense, I know, you definitely didn't kill people! Say, who did you top the bag for?"

The suspect sighed, "If you say it, you won't be called Dingbao, right?"

Kazuma turned to look at Shiratori, but the latter shook his head: "This is useless. Although according to logic, he said this proves that he is the top package, but even if the recording is thrown in the court, it cannot be used as his top. Evidence of the package. He has to say clearly that I am a leader, and whoever is the leader can be used as a strong confession and presented as evidence in court."

Suspect: "Shiratori-san, let's show you how to communicate with our social scum."

Shiratori stood up and patted Kazuma on the shoulder: "Look, let's change hands. Remember that you lost dinner tonight, do you have enough money for the treat? Chiyoko won't be the same as before , Just put five thousand dollars in your wallet, right?"

Kazuma released the hand holding the suspect's collar to make room, and replied, "No, now she usually stuffs five Fukuzawa Yukichi."

"Fifty thousand, it's okay, ordinary roadside stalls are fine." Shiratori stood in front of the suspect and rolled up his sleeves slowly.

Kazuma stood by, watching how Shiratori dressed in black.

Shiratori: "Xiangjiesang, offend you."

Kazuma glanced at the dossier on the table, and Kosuke was the name of this person.

This is an unremarkable name in Japan.

As soon as the line of sight of Kazuma came back, Shiratori struck Kosuke-san's face with a punch.

Kazuma opened his mouth wide, and his gaze followed the teeth that flew out of Kazuma's mouth.

When the tooth fell to the ground, the exclamation of Kazuma flew out: "What are you doing? This testimony is directly useless!"

With such an obvious act of extracting a confession, in the future, there will be the possibility of retracting the confession in court in the future, and it is even possible that the prosecutor will not prosecute.

After all, retrieving a confession in court is a terrible black spot for prosecutors.

Shiratori: "This is the purpose. What he says next will not be stabbed to the court. He knows, we know, the prosecutor of this case knows, and the lawyers in their group also know. Do you know what I mean?"

Kazuma hasn't answered yet, and the suspect who called Kazuma laughed: "Hahaha, this is the right taste. This is called a black face."

Shiratori scolded coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, the punch just made my hand hurt, I don't want to pump you anymore. Tell me!"

Kosuke looked at Shiratori: "What else can I say? Other police officers may be really not clear, I don't believe you don't know."

The riddler's speech made Kazuma frowned, but Shiratori clearly understood it.

He reached out to cover the open dossier on the table, and knocked on the cover of the dossier with his hands.

"I wish you a pleasant stay in prison," he said, then turned around and made a "go" gesture to Kazuma.

Kazuma looked inexplicable, but Shiratori opened the door and left the interrogation room.

He hurried out and followed Shiratori into the observation room next to him.

"What the hell?" Kazuma asked as soon as he entered the observation room.

"That's it." Shiratori turned around and looked at Kazuma with arms akimbo. "We tried him not to send the real murderer to prison, but to confirm our guess."

Kazuma: "Do you know who the murderer is?"

"Of course, the criminal investigation technology is so advanced, especially now, what kind of fingerprints, blood types, hairs, we can probably pinpoint the real culprit only by on-site investigation. But in the end it was Xiangjie who was prosecuted."

Speaking, Shiratori knocked on the one-way glass between the interrogation room and the observation room.

"The reason should be clearer than I am. You belong to Dongda Law School."

Kazuma: "...because the Japanese judicial system values ​​confession more."

"Yes, as to why confession is more important, it is because it is the most stable. The procuratorate and the court are all revolving around the baton of 100% conviction."

Kazuma: "This is wrong~lightnovelpub.net~ In order to be fair, we should emphasize material evidence and lighten confession."

In fact, China across the sea is heavy physical evidence and light confession. As long as the on-site investigation can find a complete chain of evidence, it will be useless even if criminals deny denial, and they will be convicted.

And denial to a low sentence will be heavier, which means "strict resistance" in the literal sense.

At this time, Shiratori stared at Kazuma: "Of course we know that it is better to get justice with heavy evidence and light confession, but you see, the one sitting in the interrogation room is Kosuke. The real murderer is at large. We all know him. Who is it, but we will not catch him.

"Of course, Kosuke is not a good bird, his resume is so thick."

Speaking, Shiratori threw another file on the table to Kazuma.

"In there, from the molestation of female classmates in high school, he recorded his life full of evil in detail. I want me to say that he deserved it when he went in for twenty years."

Kazuma threw the thick dossier aside, and asked, "What about the murderer?"

"You have to know that this case was not given to one lesson, but to four lessons. It means that the one who died was also a villain full of wickedness." Shiratori spread his hands and said, "Killing the villain, this is a heroic act. One villain died and another villain was wrapped up in prison. Isn’t this a great result? The only imperfect place is that there is another villain who breathes free air outside.”

After all, Shiratori took out his own gun and patted it on the table: "The solution is also very simple. Take the gun and destroy the villain. Of course, you have to create a situation where you can legally shoot and defend yourself, otherwise you too. Go in--but let's just ignore this. If you go and kill the real prisoner, all the wicked will deserve their sins. Isn't that true?"

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