In Tokyo, a criminal

Chapter 397 Another clue was found, persuasion, visiting group (asking for monthly ticket)

Sitting behind the large desk, Aoyama Hidenobu carefully looked at the seven victim files in his hand.

The seven people did not know each other. Apart from being young women, their most notable common point was that they were all introverted, unemployed, and had no long-term relatives or friends in Sapporo. This might be the reason why no one reported them missing after they were killed.

It is obvious that the murderer chose each of his targets after detailed investigation and surveillance, and they were deliberately chosen. There is no intersection between these seven people, so it is impossible for the murderer to have love-hate relations with all seven of them at the same time.

Moreover, it is impossible that he did it for money. If he did it for money, he would not have used such brutal means and would not have used the human heads to create panic after killing people.

Therefore, excluding revenge killings, love killings, and murders for money, the murderer has only one motive for killing, which is to satisfy his own abnormal psychology and desires.

This is a pure perverted murderer.

"Investigate the surveillance footage near the homes of the seven victims in the past month, and ask their neighbors if any suspicious persons have appeared." Aoyama Hidenobu put down the documents in his hand, looked up and said.

Shinichi Nakamura leaned over and said, "Hi!"

"Dingle bell! Dingle bell!"

Just then his mobile phone rang.

Nakamura Shin suddenly wanted to hang up, but Aoyama Hidenobu stopped him, "Go ahead and see what it is."

"Hi!" Nakamura Shinichi answered the call. After listening for a while, his face changed drastically. He looked up at Aoyama Hidenobu and said, "Superintendent Masaru, the surveillance camera at the opening ceremony found that on the evening of the 31st, an employee who was building the stage sneaked into the scene with two large suitcases and left an hour later."

After finishing the report, he said to his subordinates on the other end of the phone: "You immediately identify the employee, track his whereabouts and arrest him. If there is any progress, notify me immediately. That's it."

Then he hung up the phone and waited for Aoyama Hidenobu's instructions.

"You go first and report to me at any time." Aoyama Hidenobu pondered for a moment, and after making sure that he had nothing to say, he waved his hand to send the other party away.

Shinichi Nakamura bowed and turned away in a hurry.

"Dingle bell! Dingle bell!"

The phone on Aoyama Hidenobu's desk rang.

"Moshimoshi, this is the office of the deputy director of the Criminal Division of the Hokkaido Police Headquarters." Aoyama Hidenobu answered the call.

The deep voice of Takayoshi Fujimoto came from the other end of the line, "It's me. I'm leaving for the hospital now."

"Hi!" Aoyama Hidenobu stood up immediately. When he went downstairs, Fujimoto Takaei's car was already waiting. He shouted from the back window: "Just take my car."

Aoyama Hidenobu walked over and sat in the passenger seat.

The driver started the vehicle and drove out of the headquarters gate.

Knowing that the mayor would go to the hospital to visit the injured this afternoon, a large number of reporters who received the notice waited in advance at the door of the hospital where the injured were accommodated.

The only exceptions are reporter Ryosuke and reporter Chiyo.

The two men firmly believed that such a serious stampede accident last night could not have killed only three people. The city hall must have concealed the truth, and they had to find out the truth and make it public.

It just so happened that Ryosuke had two unlucky colleagues who died in the stampede last night, so the two of them decided to start from the families of these two colleagues and find out the truth.

After get off work that afternoon, the two bought some gifts and went to visit the family of one of their colleagues.

"Number 98, this is it."

Standing in front of a single-family building, Ryosuke, wearing a down jacket, turned his head and said to the pretty Hashimoto Chiyo.

Chiyo Hashimoto nodded and walked forward to ring the doorbell.

"Dingle bell! Dingle bell!"

The doorbell rang for a long time before an old woman with white hair, dark complexion, and red and swollen eyes opened the door and asked in a hoarse voice, "This is the village Xi family. Who are you looking for? What's the matter?"

"Hello, Mrs. Muranishi, my name is Ryosuke, and I'm a colleague of Muranishi Toru. I came to your house for dinner about a year ago, and I was very impressed by the kimchi you made yourself." Ryosuke said as he bent down and bowed.

When the other party mentioned her son's name, the old lady burst into tears, "He has already..."

"I know, I know. I was there last night too. Muranishi-kun had bad luck. Please accept my condolences!" Ryosuke said with regret.

Mrs. Muranishi could no longer hold back her tears and leaned against the door frame, crying, "My son, my poor son, why did you leave me?"

"Don't cry, don't cry." A silver-haired old man heard the crying and came out. He supported his wife and comforted her for a while. He sniffed and looked at Ryosuke and Chiyo and said, "Let the guests enter the house first."

Mrs. Muranishi nodded, leaned on her husband's arms, and was held by him to move to the side to make way for the entrance.

"Excuse me." Ryosuke and Hashimoto Chiyo bowed again, then began to take off their shoes. Ryosuke's leather shoes were easy to take off, but Chiyo's boots required her to put down her things and free up both hands to zip up. She was wearing a pair of white cotton socks underneath, and her feet were small and delicate.

Ryosuke couldn't help but take another look at her, and when Chiyo pretended to kick him, he looked away awkwardly.

After entering the house, the two were arranged to sit on the sofa in the living room. Mr. Muranishi went to pour tea, while Mrs. Muranishi, who stayed to entertain the guests, kept her head down and wiped her tears.

Scattered on the coffee table were photos of Muranishi Toru from childhood to adulthood. It was obvious that the old man had been looking at them all night last night.

"We are really sorry for the poor hospitality. I hope you can understand our feelings." Mr. Muranishi came over with tea, sat down and sighed.

Ryosuke and Chiyo quickly bowed in thanks.

Then the living room fell into silence.

Chiyo gave Ryosuke a look to signal him to break the silence quickly, while she lowered her head to drink tea.

Ryosuke pursed his lips, looked at Mr. Muranishi with heavy eye bags, and said carefully: "Mr. Muranishi, Toru was my colleague and good friend. I am very sad about what happened to him. He is gone. You and your aunt must take care of your health. In addition, I see that there is no wake at home. If you need any help with his funeral, please feel free to ask me."

He thought the two elderly people were unable to move. "Funeral? There won't be a funeral at all," said Mr. Muranishi in a choked voice.

Chiyo and Ryosuke looked at each other and asked anxiously, "Why? What's going on?"

"In the early morning, the disaster response officer of the police headquarters came to us with people and money, forcing us not to tell anyone the real cause of Toru's death. We were also not allowed to claim the body. They would directly cremate the body and give the ashes to us, and asked us to hold a funeral with other reasons one month later. If we didn't agree, we couldn't get Toru's ashes back, and we would be charged and imprisoned." Mr. Muranishi's voice was very sad and choked with tears, full of anger and helplessness.

Chiyo Hashimoto was so angry that her face turned red, and her round chest under the black turtleneck sweater under the brown coat rose and fell, "Bakayarō! These bastards!"

How could the bureaucracy be so sinister?

In order to avoid being held accountable, they concealed the casualties and even did not allow the victims' families to claim the bodies, let alone hold funerals immediately. Is this something a human being could do?

"Mr. Muranishi, have you really decided to accept your fate?" Ryosuke asked word by word.

Mr. Muranishi laughed at himself, "What else can I do? I am old now, I am not afraid of the threat of going to jail, but I am afraid that I can't even get my child's ashes, I am afraid that he will die without a burial place!"

"Toru will never be afraid! He is a man who will do anything to pursue the truth. If he has to choose, he would rather die without a burial place than reveal the truth. He will not be willing to be buried in the ground!" Ryosuke was very excited and stood up from the sofa. "Uncle and aunt, Aoyama Hidenobu has come to Hokkaido. He is the detective who has solved every case and is upright and incorruptible! If you are willing to come forward and explain the facts to him, he will not ignore it! We cannot sit idly by and let those shameless bureaucrats deceive their superiors and subordinates!"

"Will...will it?" Mrs. Muranishi pursed her lips.

"I will!" Hashimoto Chiyo took over Ryosuke's words and continued, "Officer Aoyama's integrity is known to everyone in Japan! And do you really not want to hold a funeral for Toru now? As Ryosuke said, Toru is an upright person, and his spirit in heaven must hope that you can reveal the truth. As for safety, don't worry, Officer Aoyama will protect you."

Mr. Muranishi and Mrs. Muranishi looked at each other.

"Okay!" After a brief struggle between herself and herself, Mrs. Muranishi was the first to make a decision. She wiped her tears and said with a choked but firm voice, "You are right. Toru must want me to do this."

"Just do it. I have nothing to be afraid of at my age!" Mr. Muranishi also got excited.

Ryosuke and Chiyo looked at each other and could see the joy and excitement in each other's eyes. Then they asked the Muranishi couple to wait for news and said goodbye and left.

After leaving Muranishi's house, Ryosuke let out a heavy breath, "They really concealed the real casualties!"

"As long as Superintendent Aoyama intervenes in the investigation, the true number of casualties will be made public, and the bureaucrats involved in the cover-up will be punished!" Hashimoto Chiyo is convinced of this, and then looked at Ryosuke and asked curiously: "Is Muranishi Toru really such an upright person?"

If so, she thought it was a pity.

The world needs more journalists like this.

"It's fake. That guy is greedy for money and lustful. He often makes up fake news to increase sales and accepts bribes from bureaucrats." Ryosuke shrugged disdainfully.

Hashimoto Chiyo chuckled, and her heavy conscience trembled. "It seems that you are quite good at lying. Even I believed what you said just now."

A gust of wind blew by, lifting the hair by her ears to reveal her entire fair and rosy face. The smile on her face was particularly bright, which made Ryosuke stare at her for a moment.

He felt like he was in love.

Hashimoto Chiyo rolled her eyes at him and left in a hurry.

Ryosuke smiled foolishly and quickly chased after him.

"Let's go find Police Officer Qingshan now!"

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And Police Inspector Aoyama is acting in the hospital.

A ward with four beds was packed with people, including patients, their families, bureaucrats who came to see the doctor, and reporters who were responsible for taking pictures.

More than 100 people were injured and hospitalized. The mayor was very busy and of course it was impossible for him to visit everyone.

So four people were specially selected from among the injured people as representatives to receive a visit from the mayor.

The identities of these four people are also very particular. None of them is an ordinary person. They are all businessmen, second-generation officials, university professors and other people with relatively good economic conditions.

After all, ordinary poor people have little knowledge and experience in dealing with high-level bureaucrats. What if they say nonsense? Therefore, we have to choose these people with status.

With a gentle expression, Hiroki Miyashita walked up to each patient, shook hands and greeted them, then took a photo together in front of the camera, and then told them to take good care of their injuries. He repeated this four times in a row, and finally gave a brief interview to two reporters who had been arranged in advance, and the visit was over.

Aoyama Hidenobu was just a small figure in the visiting group. He had no right to speak and just stood there like a minion.

Just as the visiting group was about to leave, a voice suddenly sounded behind them: "Officer Qingshan."

Everyone stopped subconsciously.

Aoyama Hidenobu, who was walking at the back, turned around and looked at the rich second generation with a plaster cast on his leg and multiple scratches on his face, "Hello, what can I do for you?"

"You will definitely catch the serial dismemberment murderer, right?" the rich second generation asked expectantly.

Apparently he blamed the murderer for his misfortune and wanted to vent his anger.

Aoyama Hidenobu smiled and said, "That's right."

"I'm waiting!" The rich second generation nodded heavily.

"Don't worry, young man. Superintendent Aoyama is the best detective in the Heisei era! No matter how cunning the prey is, it can't beat an experienced hunter!" Miyashita Hirokazu suddenly turned back and patted Aoyama Hidenobu on the shoulder. "Isn't that what Aoyama said?"

"We will not let the mayor down, nor will we let the citizens down!" Aoyama Hidenobu promised solemnly.

Miyashita Guangke smiled again and turned away.

He knew that Aoyama Hidenobu's godfather was Hikokawa Juro, so he took this opportunity to express his closeness and show that he viewed him differently.

But that's all. After all, this is not a good place to build relationships. Just leave an impression on the other party first, and then have a chance to communicate in depth in the future.

(End of this chapter)