Conan's first love is a profiler

Chapter 20
Inamura Kussuke's grandson named "Inamura Tetsuya" also lived in Building C.

It is said that his left hand was injured and had been in a plaster cast.

But when Qinghai Chuantang rang the doorbell, there was no answer inside, and it seemed that the other party was not at home.So, Qinghai Chuantang went to the Wal-Mart supermarket and asked the clerk there, hoping to get some clues.

"Toruya isn't often at home, and usually goes to Osaka to play."

"Excuse me, do you know where he is now?"

"It should be a nightclub, because it's with friends."

Qinghai Chuantang looked at the warning posted on the side, and seemed to think of something, so he asked again: "Is someone stealing something?"

The clerk hesitated for a moment, then said with a sneer: "Occasionally. It's all private, so I won't call the police."

Then, at the request, the clerk took her to a small room on the second floor.

The interior decoration is simple enough.The overall grayish tone can easily give people a sense of depression and feel a little uncomfortable.

The computer on the table was turned on, and it displayed the monitoring screen of the store.

On one side of the computer, there is a photo pasted, which is a photo of Kusuke Inamura and a teenager, who should be his grandson.

Inamura Kusuke was holding a piece of clothing with some plant prints on it, and Inamura Toruya was holding a small cake in his hand.

Qinghai Chuantang took out his mobile phone and checked online, but he didn't expect that this plain-looking T-shirt would cost 8 yen.

Should I say, is it worthy of a famous brand?
"It was from Toruya." The clerk explained, "Mr. Inamura's birthday was a few days before his death."

No wonder Toru Inamura still has cake.

It's just that the cake is too simple and small, it doesn't seem to be bought in a cake shop, it's more like a convenience store.

Qinghai Chuantang clicked on a folder on the desktop, which contained people who had been fined.Not many, there are six videos in total.

"Will all the people who come here choose to be private?"

The clerk nodded, "No matter how long it takes, Mr. Inamura will definitely get it. Because he is a student preparing for the civil service exam, even if he is blackmailed, there is nothing he can do about it."

"Mr. Tetsuya's hand was injured, is it really an accident?"

"Yes, I was the one who sent him to the hospital. He said he fell down the stairs, and he fell very badly. I took him to the hospital and paid for his medicine."

Drug money?

Qinghai Chuantang's hands paused, and he looked up at her: "Did he not bring a wallet?"

The clerk shook his head, "He said at the time that he accidentally lost his wallet when he fell down. Then he got the money from Mr. Inamura and returned it to me, so he didn't care too much."

Fall down the stairs and lose your wallet.This story sounds a bit unbelievable.

When Qinghai Chuantang was about to leave, he happened to run into Shinji Miyamoto.

When he saw himself, he subconsciously wanted to run away, but he was caught.

"What are you running for?"

Shinji Miyamoto faltered, unable to speak.

Qinghai Chuantang took his hand to check.

When you stab someone with a knife, not only is the other person injured, but the person who stabs someone is also injured.

He seemed to want to withdraw his hand, but was firmly grasped.

There are no scars on his hands, it seems that it is not him.

"Do you have a windmill lighter?"

Qinghai Chuantang looked at Sheng Sheng, and saw that his right hand was wrapped with a bandage, but before that, his hand was not there.

"Wait here."

After finishing speaking, Qinghai Chuantang walked over to Ikemoto Hideyoshi.

"When did your hand hurt?"

Ikemoto Hideyoshi was visibly nervous.

"It was stabbed with a screwdriver."

His eyes didn't lie.

A person's words can be deceiving, his expression can be deceiving, but his eyes cannot be deceiving.

Because the eyes are the windows to the soul.

"Do you know that there is any clubhouse in Paaraka?"

This question was posed to Shinji Miyamoto.The deeper meaning is, do you know where Toru Inamura will go?

The two have dealt with each other several times, so to a certain extent, the two are still familiar.

"How do I know this?" Shinji Miyamoto subconsciously wanted to refute, but when he met Qinghai Chuantang's eyes, he couldn't help feeling guilty.Because the other party's face felt like it was covered with a few big words: be lenient when confessing, and be strict when resisting.

"Well, I actually know."

Moreover, he also knew the vehicle that Tetsuya Inamura drove.If he really went to a certain club, then he must be able to see his car outside.

After getting in the car, Shinji Miyamoto excitedly took out a DV player, because he has always had a dream of becoming a film director.So I thought, if I can't pass the civil service exam, I will do this.From time to time, I would take out the DV player and record everything around me, as if I were shooting a documentary.

The act of secretly filming without the consent of the subject is called "stealth photography".

"Under Tokyo's "Confusion Prevention Ordinance," theft is punishable by up to six months in prison and a fine of up to 6 yuan."

Qinghai Chuantang "kindly" reminded him.But in Miyamoto Shinji's ears, these words sounded more like a threat.

He carefully hid the DV player.

The place Shinji Miyamoto mentioned was "street".As for why the other party is more likely to come here, because the water quality here is good.Of course, the more important point is that Tetsuya Inamura's car was parked nearby.

"Is there any tea?"

Qinghai Chuantang tapped the steering wheel, the meaning was very clear.

It's hard to say about the clubhouse.

and so--

Candy, stamps. In addition to Inamura Toruya, there are several rough men, some of them have scars on their faces, and they seem to be of different ages.

When several people came in, Qinghai Chuantang retreated silently.With a different temperament from ordinary people, and the bulge in their pockets, it is easy to guess their identities.

It seems that they are sitting on the sidelines.

Qinghai Chuantang closed the door intimately, but the people inside couldn't help trembling.

"There's no wind, why did the door close suddenly?"

"Could it be haunted?"

"Mom, help!"

The clubhouse has good sound insulation facilities, so that people outside can't hear their howling at all.

Qinghai Chuantang was just outside the station gate, waiting for the people from the Metropolitan Police Department to come.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

A boy's voice sounded from the side.

He stood at the bottom of the steps and looked at her with a look of wariness.

Qinghai Chuantang walked in front of him, forcing him to take a few steps back.

When she got closer, she smelled a pungent smell on the other person.Looking down, I saw ointment on his wrist.

It turned out to be the case.

The lights were dim, but he could barely see his appearance clearly. He was one of the six people in the surveillance video.

"Because of writing too much, the callus on the middle finger is produced. Presumably it must be because I have been preparing for the exam for a long time?"

"who are you?"

Toshiki Ishii repeated the previous question, this time the tone was much faster, obviously a little nervous.

"The scar on the finger seems to be recent. It sounds absurd to pay 50 yen for stealing a pen, right? As for the threat of the old man, I can only choose to accept it, because I am afraid that it will affect my life." own future."

If you have a criminal record, no matter how hard you study, you will not be able to become a civil servant.

"So, you killed him, right?"

Before Qinghai Chuantang finished speaking, the other party had already fled.

This inevitably made her a little sad, after all, according to the routine of the plot, she should wait for herself to finish speaking.

Toshiki Ishii was not so lucky.

The moment he ran out the door, he happened to meet someone from the Metropolitan Police Department, a typical self-inflicted trap.

Not all cases require a detective or profiler.Most of the time, their existence is only to speed up the resolution of the case.But it is undeniable that they also have their own advantages, and even play a vital role in many cases.

The man was indeed killed by Minjing Ishii.

Toru Inamura also had an alibi, because he happened to go to Osaka that day, and he had friends who could testify.But that doesn't mean he has nothing to do with this case.

Article 202 of the "Japanese Criminal Code": A person who instigates or assists others to commit suicide, or kills with the entrustment or consent of others, shall be sentenced to imprisonment or detention for not less than six months but not more than seven years.

As for why it is concluded that the two are related, the reason is very simple: because the two are incompatible.

One is a poor public examinee who stole things from the supermarket because he has no money; the other is an overseas student who can inherit a huge inheritance when the old man dies.

Don't you think it's strange that the two can be together?

"Strange, where is the policeman from before? Why is it gone?"

Miyamoto Shinji looked around, but couldn't find the figure of that person.

Brand-name T-shirts and convenience store cakes are too incompatible, which is where the suspicion in the photo lies.There is a feeling of deliberately celebrating a birthday in order to send a T-shirt.

The forensic personnel detected the fluorescent dye on the clothes of Kusuke Inamura, which happened to be the navel of the abdominal aorta.

"He said if he didn't give him the money, he would kill me"

Toru Inamura spoke with a vibrato.

"So you killed him?"

He roared: "I didn't kill it!"

"The sentencing for homicide and instigator is the same."

"The result of the operation is not very good. Anyway, I can't live long."

Inamura Toru also breathed tremblingly, "Mr. Inspector, can I go home? I left...something very important. Once...just once."

Once, there will be a second time, and even more times.

For those who are stuck in the quagmire, it will only get deeper and deeper.

Mu Mu Shisan picked up the photo on the table and asked him to take a good look at it.

The old man had a happy smile on his face, wearing a gift from his grandson, and holding a piece of cake in his hand.He really thought he was here to celebrate his birthday, but he didn't expect that what the people close to him wanted was his own life.

"Boy, take a good look at your grandfather. It was you who killed him with your own hands."

No matter what other people think, at least for her grandson, Kusuke Inamura really loves her.That was the grandfather who loved him the most, the only relative who survived after his parents passed away.

now, but
Toru Inamura was also crying, but he couldn't make a sound.

(End of this chapter)