Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 662: Black Organization Reunion·Light Leaked Photos
Before the emergency lights came back on within a few minutes, Fujiwara looked up and saw that Belmode was also looking at him.

At that moment, their eyes were like two sharp swords, briefly clashing in the air, and then dodging each other. Seeing that the crowd calling the police had dispersed, Fujiwara returned to his usual composure and quietly waited for the arrival of the police.

While waiting, his fingers unconsciously fiddled with the buttons of his shirt, observing the surroundings while looking for tonight's important witness, the reporter who took the photo.
About half an hour later, the sound of ambulances and police cars broke the silence in the mansion. Paramedics hurriedly moved equipment and the scene became more solemn as they confirmed the congressman's death. Their movements are mechanical and rapid, expertly enveloping the unfortunate, but all movements become meaningless once death is confirmed.

Officer Megure was wearing a dark trench coat, and his upright figure looked even more serious under the light. After scanning the scene, his eyes went directly to the ominous chandelier. He took out his flashlight and swept the beam back and forth over the damaged parts of the chandelier, as if trying to find answers.

"Officer, could it be that someone deliberately murdered..." A woman in an elegant evening dress asked with a trembling voice, her fingers tightly clutching her shawl, as if seeking some comfort.

"It's not clear yet," Officer Megure's voice was calm and firm. His flashlight beam stayed on the gap and he continued, "But this gap looks like an accidental fall... But first, listen to the guests present. His confession, maybe someone saw something..."

Under the leadership of Officer Memu, the police officers began to be busy at the scene, recording every confession. However, the moment the lights went out, almost no one was able to provide useful information, leaving deep confusion on the faces of the entire investigation team.

"Sorry, I didn't see anyone suspicious"

"Who bothered to look around at that time?"

"I think it's probably because the lamp was seriously aged and accidentally fell off... I think the company responsible for the stage design should be held responsible..." A slightly drunk middle-aged man said unsteadily, his movements Some exaggeration, seeming to use body language to emphasize his point of view.

Officer Megure seemed to be carrying a heavy burden, and the wrinkles on his forehead were as deep as a canyon. His eyes darted around, trying to find answers among the anxiously waiting faces. When his eyes fell on Fujiwara, a flash of excitement and relief flashed across his face, as if he had found a savior.

Officer Memu frowned slightly as he listened to this narration, appearing a little hesitant. The pen in his hand tapped lightly on the notebook, as if he was thinking about his next move.

Officer Megure turned around and faced Kenzo Masuyama, his face was full of complexity, "This...", he paused, and then said, "The headquarters received an anonymous call, which was made from a phone booth. , and the voice was specially changed so that it’s impossible to tell whether it’s a boy or a girl.”

"Brother Fujiwara, it turns out you are here too..." Officer Megure's voice was trembling, with a hint of urgency and hope.

At this moment, a young man's voice sounded. Although his voice was soft, it was enough for everyone present to hear: "Maybe it's a prank. It just happened to happen with this incident. Don't make too much fuss. I Look, this is an accident..."

"Officer, you said someone called the police. Can you tell me the identity of the person who reported the crime? Maybe the person who reported the crime is the murderer himself..." A gray-haired old man spoke slowly. Although his voice was deep, But it’s enough to be heard clearly by those around you.

The crowd around him whispered because of this discovery, and their eyes were exchanged among each other. Everyone's expressions were filled with gloating. Perhaps the reputation of Zhongyan was really bad, and it would not be a pity to die.

Fujiwara didn't respond immediately. He slowly raised his head, his eyes still calm. He slowly handed the purple handkerchief to Officer Megure with a gentle but firm movement. Fujiwara's voice was calm but revealed an unquestionable belief, "My guess is correct, this should be left by the murderer. There is also a fluorescent iron ring on the ground. If you can find it, you can basically confirm that someone deliberately murdered Senator Tunkou. .”

Officer Megure took the handkerchief, his hands trembling slightly, and his face was immediately filled with gratitude. He did not ask why Fujiwara was so sure, but immediately ordered his men to take action. His actions were capable and decisive, and he was clearly an experienced police officer who could make quick judgments and decisions even under pressure.

Turning around, Officer Megure looked at Fujiwara expectantly and asked, "Brother Fujiwara, is there anyone you suspect?"

Fujiwara's eyes narrowed slightly, he crossed his hands on his chest, and pondered for a moment before answering slowly. His voice was low and powerful, "As for the suspect, I don't know exactly, but when I turned off the light, I saw an obvious fluorescent reaction on my body. There was a burning smell on this handkerchief. It must have been wrapped by someone. Handkerchief shot at the chandelier. So, my suggestion is to conduct a smoke reaction test on everyone, or conduct a detailed search of the entire venue." As soon as he finished speaking, Kenzo Masayama, who had been silent, suddenly stood up, his face gloomy. , a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes. He slammed the table hard and made a loud noise, "Do you know what you are talking about?!" His voice was low and oppressive, obviously questioning Fujiwara's reasoning.

Fujiwara was unmoved, he just smiled softly.

Since he chose to stand up and identify the clues, he naturally had no intention of letting Pisco live, and besides the handkerchief, there was a fatal photo that would completely expose Pisco, so even he might make Belmode suspicious.

But thinking about it on the other hand, maybe the organization has never been able to find the opportunity to kill these old members who made a fortune through the organization.
"Mr. Ganshan, everything I say is based on facts and logical reasoning. If you have different views, we can discuss it, but please do not use emotions to deny the facts."

The corner of Masuyama Kenzo's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to say something more, but in the end he sat down and did not continue to argue.

After a while, the test results came out. There was no smoke reaction, and the handkerchief was not lost. This obviously overturned Fujiwara's previous speculation.

But Fujiwara had already thought of the most fatal evidence, which was the film that captured Pisco shooting into the sky.

While waiting just now, Fujiwara knocked the reporter unconscious in the toilet, but unfortunately he seemed to have already told the newspaper about the film, and it was impossible to hide it.

But when Fujiwara was about to hand the film to Officer Megure, someone suddenly pressed his waist from Fujiwara and said softly:

"Give me the film"

Fujiwara knew it was Belmod without looking back.

"What? Are you familiar with Kenzo Masayama?" Fujiwara handed the film to Bermod without hesitation.

"He is the patriarch of the organization." Belmod took the film with his left hand and continued with his right hand holding the micro pistol against Fujiwara's waist. "But he seems to be really old, and he left such a big mess."

"Then what are you going to do? Take away the film and rescue the veteran?"

"Yeah, but I can ask him to owe you a favor."

"It's a pity that the photo in your hand has been sent to the newspaper. I think the front page tomorrow morning will be that the newspaper owner killed someone."

After hearing this, Belmod's face changed slightly and her eyes began to become hesitant. Fujiwara also took the opportunity to turn his head and took the gun in her hand, looked at the haggard 'police officer' and said with a smile:
"So, instead of letting the magazine use the news to make a lot of money, it's better for me to solve the case as a student of a famous detective."

(End of this chapter)