Doing ghost jobs in Ke Xue World

Odagiri also woke up earlier than expected, and the ward surrounded by Suzuki's bodyguards was once again full of people.

The two accompanying doctors performed a series of routine tests, culminating in an assessment of excessive blood loss.

Mochizuki stood at the door and rolled her eyes. The luck she accumulated from her good deeds for more than half a year was used here. Can the wound heal quickly?

He took out a handcuff from his jacket pocket and handcuffed it to Toshiya Odagiri's hand in the astonished eyes of everyone. Manslaughter is also punishable by punishment.

"you……"

Oda Qiemin's face also lost all color, it was this woman who made a hole in his stomach, this is simply a devil.

"Minya, this is Officer Mochizuki. She saved your life. The person who injured you has been caught. Don't worry."

Shiratori patted Toshiya Odagiri on the shoulder, this kid suffered a big loss this time, hope he can have a long memory in the future.

"I'm going back to rest first, Shiratori, I will trouble you here."

Mochizuki gave Oda Kirito a hard look, picked up her luggage, turned around and left, a good trip was completely ruined by this kid.

"By the way, Consultant Suzuki, remember to ask this kid to compensate you for the loss. That piece of jade is very valuable."

Mochizuki suddenly remembered that he still owed someone a piece of jade, plus a dress from Mrs. Suzuki, and quickly threw the blame on Toshiya Odagiri.

"All the expenses will be borne by me alone. This time I really troubled Consultant Suzuki."

A slightly vicissitudes of voice sounded from behind Mochizuki. Minister Odagiri and Kazami Yuya came late, followed by some police officers from the first search section, including Mihoko Sato.

"Where there is, your son encountered such a thing at our family's banquet, and we are also to blame. Fortunately, the murderer has been caught."

Mochizuki sighed, put the suitcase in the corner silently, originally planned to take a bath in the guest room, but now it seems that there is no chance.

"Matsumoto, how is the prisoner doing?"

Minister Odagiri didn't look at his son, and after exchanging pleasantries with Suzuki Jirokichi, he turned his attention to the handcuffed woman in the corner.

"The prisoner's identity was faked, and she didn't say a word after she was arrested. The Metropolitan Police Department is still verifying her real identity, but she should have an accomplice hiding on the island."

Kiyomaga Matsumoto handed over all the videos and interrogation materials to the police, and they are no longer responsible for the case.

"Can he move now?"

Minister Odagiri looked at his panic-stricken son lying on the bed, and his tone was a bit harsh.

"There is no problem with moving, but Mr. Odagiri has lost too much blood and needs to be observed in the hospital for a period of time."

The two doctors standing next to watching the play first looked at Wangyue, and seeing that she had no desire to answer, they quickly opened their mouths to explain.

"He has also been handed over to you, and you can sentence him as you like."

Minister Odagiri nodded to the two doctors, waved to Mochizuki, and walked out of the room.

Kazami Yu also scanned the crowd, but couldn't find Rei Fuguya and Jingguang Zhufu, so he had to take the prisoner away first.

"Miss Mochizuki, I really want to thank you this time. I thought I would see this useless son in the morgue."

Toshiro Odagiri walked outside the castle, stared at the distant woods in a daze, waited until Mochizuki was standing behind him before recovering, and bowed deeply to Mochizuki.

"Minister, this incident was aimed at me. After all, Mr. Odagiri was implicated by me. You don't have to."

Mochizuki waved her hands again and again, she just regretted the spiritual power accumulated through hard work, but she had no other regrets. After all, saving a life is quite proud.

"It was his own misbehavior that made people take advantage of the loopholes. After this lesson, I hope he can change."

"Mr. Odagiri will definitely understand your painstaking efforts."

"Actually, there is my reason for Min Ye to come here this time. I think you are about the same age, and you should have something in common with each other. Let him see what a real elite is like, so that he won't be blind with his group of cronies in one day." Damn, I didn't expect this to happen."

Odagiri Toshiro smiled wryly, his face was full of fear, but the smile on Mochizuki's face successfully froze.

You are such a bad old man that you let your son think of her. Is she such a superficial person?

"Let's not talk about that. This incident is definitely not simple. Do you have any clues in your mind?"

Toshiro Odagiri looked at Mochizuki with some seriousness, the opponent's tactics were very cruel, if he couldn't cut the grass and roots, there would be disasters sooner or later.

"Everything I know has been reported to the Matsumoto management officer. These people obviously have the channels and capabilities to illegally manufacture guns. It is estimated that it is not simple."

Mochizuki originally planned to tell about the fact that he was fishing with a bone flute and tracked Kenzo Masuyama, but after thinking about it, the other party can even get the gun of the Minister of Criminal Affairs, and the relationship in his hand must be very scary. If there is no news, she will lose the right to take reasonable revenge, so forget it.

He could only put on a melancholy expression, and took out the murder weapon from his arms and handed it to the other party.

"I heard that even the type of bullets are the same. It seems that these people are quite familiar with the Metropolitan Police Department."

Toshiro Odagiri said while checking that, as a high-level officer of the Metropolitan Police Department, he had almost no chance of being equipped with a gun, and the only time recently he had an accident.

Fortunately, the murder weapon was not his, but a forgery carefully crafted by the murderer, otherwise he, the Minister of Criminal Affairs, would have succeeded.

"The pistol in Mr. Odagiri's hand was replaced by the murderer. He didn't know that it was a special standard pistol for the Metropolitan Police Department, and it happened to be the one you received."

"It seems that the Metropolitan Police Department also has their people. In this way, the details of the case will not be released to the outside world."

It is definitely not an easy person to be able to plan such a case. Once it is announced to the public, it will easily cause social panic, and it will not be very friendly to the Metropolitan Police Department.

Mochizuki nodded in agreement. There must be undercover agents, but I don't know how many.

Maybe the other party has a way to know what they are talking about now, anyway, she has no hope of reporting to the Metropolitan Police Department.

Kenzo Masuyama is clearly a rich and famous person, and such a trivial thing as stealing a flute will not cause any harm to him, and the other party can just push it to other people around him.

Reflecting on Mochizuki herself, she has no definite evidence and only relies on her own little paper man. It is estimated that the judge will treat her as a lunatic.

Now we can only put hope in the hands of the police who are about to take over the case, to see if they can pry any useful clues from the prisoner who pretended to be himself.

Toshiro Odagiri and Mochizuki returned to the castle again, and the people from the Metropolitan Police Department had already packed everything, including Mochizuki's luggage, and transported everything to Suzuki's family's cruise ship.

Originally, the police wanted to go back on their own ship, but there were no medical equipment on the ordinary ship. In view of Odagiri Toshiya's injury, they had no choice but to give up.

As soon as Mochizuki got on the boat, she went straight to her room. Too many things happened in the past two days, so she had to take a beauty sleep.

"Mochizuki, do you miss me?"

Miwako Sato hid behind the door, wearing a ghost mask on her head, and she looked scary with her fangs and claws.

Mochizuki pursed her lips in disdain. It was a joke that a person like her who had experienced many battles would be afraid of such a childish thing.

Taking out a change of clothes from the suitcase, Mochizuki rushed directly into the bathroom. Ever since she became a ghost messenger, her sense of smell has become very sensitive. She really can't stand not taking a bath for a long time.