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Chapter 585: Such a crime requires a heavy blow

Tokyo, Metropolitan Police Department.

In the police chief's office on the top floor, Taketa Okayama was sitting on a chair, reading a report in his hand.

He did not change the interior layout of the director's office. Everything was the same as before when Chiyo Morimoto was here.

Okayama Taketa is not the kind of person who is keen on expressing his own style, or in other words, no style is his style.

The office space does not need any fancy decorations. He will not use the funds of the Metropolitan Police Department to decorate a suitable office for himself for such a trivial matter.

In his view, it was a waste of government funds.

Money should be spent wisely.

Okayama Taketa put down the report in his hand and picked up another one, frowning. The whereabouts of Slim was still unknown. The organization hidden behind him was too deep.

Okayama Taketa couldn't help but wonder in his heart, is it because the people below didn't find Slim?

Or is it that no one is seriously looking for it?

Even though Taketa Okayama came from a police family and had extensive connections and connections, the number of people he knew was still pitiful compared to the tens of thousands of policemen in the Metropolitan Police Department.

Okayama Taketa cannot control his subordinates 100%, and it is difficult to tell whether the people below him are deceiving him or not.

After hanging up the phone, he stood up and walked outside. It was really outrageous. A murder was actually carried out in broad daylight on a crowded Shinjuku Avenue?

It is simply lawless and does not take the Metropolitan Police Department into consideration!

……

Okayama Taketa walked up to the milk tea shop owner and said solemnly: "Who killed this person?"

He also saw that some people were curious about the corpse parked there, but seeing that everyone around them looked indifferent, they probably thought it was performance art, so they just didn't care.

The deceased was located in a milk tea shop. The thirty-year-old boss walked around the counter and stepped forward and said, "Finally you are here. Move this quickly, it will affect my business."

Ito Otome answered casually. Dressed in a white coat, she quickly put on gloves, picked up the forensic tools and began to examine the body.

However, the body just lay on the road.

He sighed softly.

He stretched out his hand to wipe his sweat, and then led a dozen police officers with guns to the scene.

"You cordon off the scene, Ito, please."

He originally thought that there were many people watching the murder scene, destroying evidence at the scene, and so on.

In all the years I have been working in the industry, this is the first time I have encountered this kind of police caller reporting a murder case as if he accidentally choked on a drink of water, as if he was a serial murderer. "

Is this human language? !

He had no sympathy for a person who had just lost his life, and he thought his body would affect his business.

Several police cars drove aggressively to Shinjuku Avenue, and Taketa Okayama opened the door.

Okayama Taketa's right hand clenched suddenly. He did not expect that Japan's atmosphere had deteriorated to this level.

The landline suddenly rang again, Okayama Taketa reached out and pressed the call button, "Director Okayama, we just received a very strange alarm call here, saying that someone was killed on Shinjuku Avenue.

After hearing this, Okayama Taketa quickly said: "I'll go right away!"

In this weather, any place without air conditioning will cause people to sweat on their foreheads in a short time.

"no problem."

The shop owner asked us to go over and collect the bodies, his tone was very cold.

From passers-by to the boss, everyone seemed very calm and just avoided the corpses.

"That's the one."

"Which person?"

"I said that's the one!"

After hearing such a nonsensical answer, Okayama Taketa was still thinking about the reason. The policeman next to him immediately became angry and shouted: "Of course we know that a person killed him. We are asking about that person's height, appearance, weight."

"I said it was that person who killed him."

The shop owner spread his hands and didn't understand why they were so excited.

The police officer felt anger rushing into his brain, making him want to attack the shop owner in front of him, and said sternly: "Do you want to go to the Metropolitan Police Department to drink tea?

I can sue you for obstructing official business now! "

Compared to his emotional excitement, Okayama Buta realized that something was wrong, raised his hand to stop his subordinates from going crazy, and said: "Sir, don't you remember that person's appearance, height, and weight, do you only know that it is that person?"

"That's the man who killed him."

The milk tea boss nodded quickly to emphasize, not having any doubts about what he said.

He was just angry at the policeman in front of him. He answered so clearly, why did he still speak in such a tone?

Everyone said it was that person, that person, could it be someone else?

It was just that he considered that the other party might deliberately leave the body here to affect the business in the store, so he did not get angry.

These damn tax thieves.

The shop owner complained in his heart, only regretting that his mortgage was so heavy that the seven-foot-tall man couldn't stand up straight.

Qingze, who turned into an invisible breeze, also discovered a problem. The ability that seemed to allow everything could only have an effect on the area where he was, and had no effect on Okayama and others who did not see the scene.

……

Okayama Taketa figured out the reason from his boss's answer, and his heart sank. This was by no means a simple murder case.

"Quickly, look for a place with surveillance around."

This is the commercial street of Shinjuku Avenue. It is not difficult to find a store equipped with surveillance cameras in front of the store.

Okayama Taketa and others found a store equipped with surveillance cameras, which was in the supermarket next door. Surveillance cameras were installed at the entrance and inside.

Depending on where the camera is installed, it is very close to the deceased. It may or may not capture any footage.

Okayama Taketa stepped forward and asked: "Boss, I'm sorry, could you please adjust the nine o'clock surveillance." "It can't be adjusted. When the murder happened, the surveillance camera happened to short-circuit, and it got better after that."

The boss answered truthfully.

The policeman next to him said angrily: "Just when the murder occurred, your surveillance system was broken.

Are you an accomplice? "

"Hey, please show respect to me when you speak. I pay taxes every year. Do you believe I am complaining about your service attitude?"

The boss roared immediately. He was not affected by the corpse here, so he naturally had the confidence to refute.

The policeman's face darkened and he wanted to take this man back to the Metropolitan Police Department.

Don't think he is one of those low-level patrolmen.

Okayama Taketa raised his hand to stop him and said: "This murder is extremely bad, I hope you can cooperate.

Even if the surveillance camera is broken, we still need to take a look at the surveillance footage before and after the breakage. "

"I."

"Please cooperate with our investigation!"

Okayama Taketa interrupted the other party and stared at him with his eyes, already aware of the unusualness of this murder case.

Whether it is a shop owner or a passer-by, the indifference towards the deceased is obviously not out of hatred or self-inflicted, but is probably influenced by external factors.

That meant that this case might be related to people from another world. Considering that today was Monday, Taketa Okayama couldn't help but link this incident to Dior.

The boss was frightened by him and could only mutter: "What? You know how to bully people like us who keep their own rules, but I haven't seen you showing off your authority to prisoners like Slim."

While talking, he called up the supermarket's surveillance system.

Okayama Taketa carefully checked the supermarket's surveillance system. There was indeed a snowflake-like scene before and after, as if the surveillance system had been hacked or electronic interference had occurred.

The time is short, within five minutes.

Okayama Taketa frowned.

This kind of disturbing picture made him suspect that someone had hacked into the surveillance camera to do something strange. The indifference of the people around him might also be some kind of experiment.

Of course, there is also the possibility of being an apostle from another world or a monster.

But as an elite in the police community, Taketa Okayama knows very well that in solving cases and seeking evidence, one must clearly distinguish between primary and secondary conflicts.

Treating the case as artificial, he only needs to investigate to see if there is anyone behind the incident.

If there is, he can stop it in time.

No, that means it was the work of alien monsters or apostles.

Okayama Taketa thought.

Qingze was also watching the surveillance. He did not take the initiative to destroy the surveillance. He could only say that the failure of the surveillance was one of the effects of the super power that allowed everything to happen.

Okayama Taketa left the supermarket and returned to the body.

Ito Otome stood up. The smell of blood in the air, the dullness of the road, and the sweat caused by the hot sun, none of these affected her work.

When it came to treating corpses, Ito Otome was even more careful than treating her lovers, and she said: "The head and shoulders of the deceased were hit with blunt objects, and the force was very strong.

Judging from the location of the injuries on the deceased, the victim was at least over two meters tall and must have been quite strong.

For more specific news, you need to go back to know. "

"Well, I just asked the people around me, and no one could describe specifically what that person looked like. They all said it was the person who killed the man on the ground.

When they mentioned that person, the expressions on their faces looked strange, as if they were veterans who were used to life and death. "

"Are you going to give them a full body exam?"

Ito Otome immediately guessed what he was thinking.

Okayama Taketa thought for a while, nodded and said: "The only way is to let them do an examination to see if there are any drug residues in the body."

"The question is will they cooperate?"

Ito Otome's question made Okayama Taketa look troubled. She suddenly wanted to do some inspection for them. Instead of thanking the Metropolitan Police Department for its generosity, more people probably complained about it.

Judging from the store owner's attitude just now, it was obvious that they were full of distrust towards them.

The bosses of Shinjuku Avenue believe in modern medical care, but that doesn't mean they believe in the Japanese government.

It's two different things.

"At this point, we can only give it a try."

Okayama Taketa made a decision in his mind, turned around and walked to the door of the clothing store and said: "Sir, our Metropolitan Police Department wants to give you a physical examination."

"Pooh!"

The boss couldn't hold back on the spot, his eyes widened and he said: "Do you want to treat me as a guinea pig?

roll! roll! I don’t need you to arrange a physical examination! "

Okayama Taketa looked at his excited expression, which was in sharp contrast to the calmness he had before looking at the deceased.

Sure enough there is a problem.

(End of this chapter)