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Natsuki came to the headquarters of the Metropolitan Police Department again.

The car slipped into the archive room where the surveillance images were kept.

This time, I mainly came to watch videos from several places.

Major intersections into the city - if this car comes from the outside, it will inevitably be photographed.

Even if you detour the road and avoid the intersection monitoring, you will suddenly appear in the monitoring field of view at the edge of the city.

Secondly, if the car comes from within the city, it must start from some building with parking lots.

It may sound like a lot of work, but it's actually not that tedious.

The time when the car appeared in the surveillance near the scene of the crime has been roughly determined, and the time period can be roughly delineated.

So there is not a lot of monitoring to look at.

Natsuki came to the archives.

It was found that there were no police guards here.

Even the surveillance cameras around it are not working.

Someone clearly created this situation on purpose.

Perhaps for the sake of phishing law enforcement, catching those who destroyed surveillance before.

Or it is to make it easier for Natsuki to come to the archive room at any time to obtain information when there is a new discovery.

After copying the surveillance near the intersection, Natsuki quietly left the Metropolitan Police Department building.

I found a roadside café, asked for a cup of coffee, then pulled out my computer from my backpack and began to investigate the clues.

......

Time passes little by little.

Afternoon.

Natsuki, who was buried deep in front of the computer, straightened up and lay down on the chair.

He stretched out his hand and pinched his eyebrows, relieving the thick tiredness in his head.

A sleepless night, coupled with constant mental activity.

Even if his physique is perverted, the mental exhaustion makes him a little trance.

Not surprisingly, no information was seen in the surveillance.

In other words, the car came from within the city.

Thinking about the information he had learned from vodka before, Natsuki had already guessed.

A party executive, or someone associated with him.

He is presiding over a construction development project where the elderly family is located.

However, there is a nail family that has never been able to move.

Natsuki boldly proposed a hypothesis.

Suppose there is a person A who is related to this "high-ranking official" B, but is not in the system.

So A wants to help solve the problem of B's headache. After all, as a person in the system, B has to maintain his own image.

With the energy of A or B, this is actually very simple, and even just need to send a random subordinate.

But at this time, C is in it, so that they dare not use too much means.

For example: Public Security Princess - Valley Zero.

So A started with the grandson of the old man to somehow let the old man leave.

But at this time, due to some accidents, it led to the death of the old man's grandson.

So A and B did the latter.

Then here comes the new problem.

Everything is A's overture, why should B risk mixing in?

It's completely from the wall.

At the same time, this accident, what the hell.

Natsuki's eyes flashed.

All this may be answered in the new driver of this car.

Just as Natsuki was sorting out his thoughts, there were suddenly footsteps beside him.

Someone walked up to him and stopped in front of the table.

"Sorry, I don't use a mobile phone, I don't have a mobile phone number."

"And I have a girlfriend."

"Hair is also real, not cos."

Xia Mu said without raising his head, it seemed that such things had long been commonplace.

One afternoon time.

He has been asked for contact information countless times.

Even if the phone is on the side, his answer is still that no mobile phone is used.

"Why don't you wear a mask if you don't want to be disturbed."

Shiho Miyano sat next to Natsuki with a light smile.

"Meow."

Chacha jumped down from her shoulder and jumped into Natsuki's arms, rubbing Natsuki's cheek affectionately.

Natsuki raised his head in surprise.

"How's the harvest?"

Shiho Miyano asked.

"Well, almost, just a little veil, you can see the true face of the murderer hidden behind it."

Natsuki said with a chuckle.

Shiho Miyano took out a small stack of documents from his backpack and placed them in front of Natsuki.

Natsuki was curious about the result.

The document lists many people, each with the same car in their name.

Exactly the model he investigated.

Natsuki raised his head and looked at Shiho Miyano with a look of amazement.

He was about to investigate this thing, but he didn't expect Shiho to take a step ahead of him and think of a piece of it.

"It seems that the last piece of the puzzle has also been put together."

Natsuki pulled out a piece of paper from the file.

The owner of the car shown above is a man named Shouichiro E.

The name Natsuki had seen several times in the newspapers.

A giant in the financial world, a big man in the banking world.

This big guy once held a luxurious birthday banquet for his grandson and invited big guys from all walks of life.

Speaking of the name Shoichiro alone, Natsuki did not know much about it.

But when it comes to his grandson, Jiang Shouhuang, Natsuki connects the whole story.

Similar to the juvenile detective team, Jiang Shouhuang and several others also have a second-generation team.

One of them is the deputy director of the headquarters of the Metropolitan Police Department, and the grandson of Noboru Stars.

There is also a man named Shinya Ryuzawa, the only grandson of a ruling party.

The closeness between juniors is often the epitome between adults.

In other words, these big guys ...

"Is that him?"

Shiho Miyano on the side saw Natsuki from a pile of documents. Resolutely pulled out one and couldn't help but ask.

Natsuki nodded and explained the relationship between several small second generations.

In a sense, they are carrying the future of the island nation.

"If they were in the car that day and suddenly had the idea of wanting to drive, then the weird behavior of the driver who changed halfway made sense."

"Perhaps, they were all involved in the second drive and there was a scramble..."

Natsuki nodded.

This is also the reason why he is so sure of the murderer.

Something that would have taken some effort to investigate.

At present, because he knew the relationship between several second generations in advance, he locked the murderer in advance.

Miyano Shi was sure.

Adults join forces with each other, and even their descendants learn from each other.

This is the epitome of the island nation's hereditary system.

"The grandson of a banker will grow up to be a banker."

"The grandson of the ruling party will become the ruling party when he grows up

..." "It is precisely because of such a stubborn system that no matter how long it takes, the country will not progress, and even gradually become rotten, to the point that there is no cure ..."

Natsuki chuckled.

"We are not doctors, and treating diseases is not in our position."

"The duty of the detective is to find the real murderer, it is enough."

Natsuki packed his things, grabbed his computer bag, and walked out the door of the café.

A trench coat made his slender body more and more erect.

"The commission is complete, and now, it's time for private grudges."