Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 71 The Corpse in the Racecourse
"Are you crazy? Do you still suspect that I am a murderer? Didn't I say everything I need to say? What else do you want me to say?"

Metropolitan Police Department, search the third department, interrogation room.

The woman in a black lady's suit slapped the table angrily, and sternly questioned the two police officers in front of her who were suspected of being the murderer again: "Do you have to force me to admit that I killed my husband?"

"Calm down, calm down, please calm down, Mrs. Miyazawa."

"I can't calm down!

"I spent so much time looking for so many people and even shamelessly knelt down at the gate of the procuratorate in exchange for a chance for the police to restart the investigation. The result is that the restart is a restart, but the result of your investigation is I kill?
"I'm the thief calling catch the thief?
"Is it dark under my light?"

Miyazawa Yuka, who didn't understand what kind of brain circuit this was, was full of disappointment: "The news is right, the Tokyo police without the help of Kudo Shinichi really sucks."

"In order to ensure the truth of the case, the police need to consider every clue and direction that may become a breakthrough. Therefore, this is just a routine inquiry process."

Katsumi Uehara, who was sitting still on the chair, turned the ballpoint pen between his fingers, and when he looked up at Miyazawa Yuka who stood up out of anger, his tone was still calm: "But Mrs. Miyazawa, you are right. It makes sense. According to the data, you and your husband are indeed in a good relationship.

"Then, why don't we skip this topic for now and discuss where were you when the serial murder happened?"

"Serial murder? Wait a minute, don't you still suspect that I killed those seven people?"

Miyazawa Yuka supported her forehead, shook her head helplessly, and smiled angrily: "Do you think that a woman like me can kill seven big men in a row?"

"It's not unusual." Uehara Katsumi shrugged, turned his head and pouted at Miwako Sato who was sitting beside him: "Did you see her? One can kill ten."

"..."

Miwako Sato, who was still recording, couldn't help but put down her pen and rolled her eyes at her partner: "I'm sorry, Mrs. Miyazawa, Mr. Uehara has only been in the Metropolitan Police Department for less than a year, and he is still a stupefied young man, so he spoke a little too abruptly.

"Regarding this case, the police have actually confirmed that your husband did not die in a car accident, so we need to collect information on all the people involved in the case from the beginning for identification."

"Toshihiko Takasugi killed him, it must be him!" Miyazawa Yuka immediately affirmed after hearing the police's statement, "He is afraid that my husband will expose the secret that he wants to poison Sayuri Matsumoto!"

"Judging from Toshihiko Takasugi's notes, he had ample alibi when your husband died in a car accident."

Putting the record written by Megushisan and Matsumoto Kiyonaga personally for Takasugi Toshihiko in front of this woman, Sato Miwako crossed his fingers and said, "He didn't even meet your husband before, he waited until Miyazawa Only after the news of Xin’s death in a car accident was confirmed did he know that a manager in the group’s finance department had died.”

"My husband knows the secret that he is going to kill Sayuri Matsumoto. He is a murderer. How dare you believe what a murderer said?" Miyazawa Yuka's tone was full of unspeakable inconceivability: "He is so rich, and he can do whatever he wants. Then you can perjure yourself."

"This is true. We are also investigating why Miyazawa Shinobu knew this secret. We are currently following the clues of the drug dealers you provided."

Miwako Sato nodded, affirming her statement: "So, Mrs. Miyazawa, can you sit down and tell us about your daily whereabouts in the past month. You know, the police now need to investigate all possible Factors that affect the direction of the case."

After being irritated and vented for a while, Miyazawa Yuka's rationality at the moment has the upper hand.Glancing at the man sitting next to Miwako Sato who was playing with Erlang's legs, he took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "My husband just had an accident a month ago, and in the first week he ran around the hospital, home, crematorium, and funeral parlor. Dr. Xia Muchuan helped me a lot, and he can testify for me."

Miwako Sato pressed down the tip of the ballpoint pen, and nodded while writing: "Yuya Natsukigawa, the doctor who operated on your husband?"

"Yes, Dr. Xia Muchuan was at the scene of the car accident and called an ambulance to the hospital as soon as he discovered the car accident, but in the end he still failed to save my husband on the operating table.

"He feels sorry for not being able to save my husband, but I don't blame him because I know he did his best."

"Then?"

"Afterwards, with the help of Dr. Xia Muchuan, I made an appointment to go to the crematorium and funeral home, and then arranged for my husband's funeral. At the same time, I received a notice from the police about the accidental closure of the car accident, so I started looking for people everywhere. Lian wanted to get the police to reopen the investigation.

"After the funeral, the police who re-investigated several times told me that the result has not changed. They still found nothing unusual."

Katsumi Uehara paused for a moment while turning his pen, raised his eyes and said, "Then there is the long kneeling at the gate of the Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office?"

"Yes."

"That is to say, Mrs. Miyazawa, your whereabouts in the past month are basically at home, insurance company, hospital, crematorium, funeral parlor, and Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office, right?" Miwako Sato stopped writing and asked.

"Yes, oh no, there are two more places. One is the fitness club, and the other is your Metropolitan Police Department." Miyazawa Yuka, who nodded and then quickly shook her head, added.

"gym?"

"I'm a member there. How could I still have the mind to go to class when something like this happened at home, so I had to go to the club to suspend my card. Coach Tongye can testify for me on this point."

Miwako Sato frowned: "Keiichi Kirino?"

"Yes."

"..."

After some interrogation, Katsumi Uehara, who watched Miyazawa Yuka being temporarily taken away by the police, turned his head and looked at his partner: "Satou, do you still remember that I decided yesterday to go to the hospital this morning?"

"Xia Muchuanzhi?"

Miwako Sato also looked up at him: "How credible do you think her words are?"

"From the perspective of micro-expressions, she did not lie. But from the perspective of the suspect, she is still suspected of being dark under the lights."

"If her alibi is true, then there should be many people who can testify to her in these places." Miwako Sato raised the notebook in his hand, took out his mobile phone, and was about to make a call, but found that a phone call came in—

"Takagi?"

"Satou-kun, something happened at the Tokyo Red Horn Jockey Club."

Miwako Sato, whose expression tightened suddenly, asked, "Did the bomb explode?"

"No, it's not a bomb, it's a corpse."

Takagi walked out of the stables of the racecourse holding his nose and couldn't help taking a breath of fresh air: "We didn't find any bombs inside the racecourse, but we found two dead bodies, both of which were women.

"Judging from the information left at the scene, the two of them should be Kirino Keiichi's wife and daughter who were kidnapped by the murderer."

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(End of this chapter)