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[Character: Kunio Kijima]

[Intelligence: 5]

[Charm: 5]

[Physical strength: 6]

[Detailed information:

Kunio Kijima, male, 38 years old, is a sales manager of Takezawa Foreign Trade Company. He comes from an ordinary family and his parents are both retired factory employees.

Before the age of 20, he was a muddleheaded man who had no knowledge or skills. Because of his ugly appearance, he had never been in love and always lingered in the street of customs.

After the age of 20, he met Takezawa Yoshimitsu through an introduction. At that time, Takezawa Yoshimitsu was still a priest.

Later, Takezawa Yoshimitsu resigned from his job as a priest and opened a foreign trade company. Kunio Kijima joined the company as one of the first employees.

Although he had no cultural qualifications, he was very good at socializing and drinking, so he always won the position of sales champion in the first few years of the company.

As he grew older and the confidence of the old employees expanded, he became more and more arrogant in the company, and his performance became worse and worse. He was completely inferior to the newcomers. In the past three years, he has been at the bottom of the performance, and his position has been reduced from sales supervisor to ordinary sales manager.

Because he likes gambling, he sold many valuable items at home. In addition, he has never married and had children, so his parents disliked him and kicked him out of the house. He currently lives in a dormitory assigned by the company.

Two months ago, his colleague Furuya Kōyuki introduced a gambling app. After winning 200,000 yen, he couldn't extricate himself and became addicted to it. As a result, he lost 5 million yen in just one week, swiped all his credit card repayments, and borrowed 3 million yen in high-interest loans.

One month ago, he borrowed money from Takezawa Yoshimitsu, hoping that Takezawa Yoshimitsu would lend him 5 million yen for his years of hard work for the company, but he was ruthlessly rejected by Takezawa Yoshimitsu, so he held a grudge.

He also borrowed money from the kind-hearted Takezawa Riho, but only got a loan of 100,000 from her. Half a month ago, he found out that Takezawa Riho had lent 1 million yen to a male classmate, which made him very annoyed. He felt that it was a waste of affection to treat her as a niece all these years.

Last night, he saw Takezawa Riho alone, and he took her to the park and killed her. 】

[Evaluation: A villain who values ​​money and is obsessed with gambling. 】

He really killed the person!

Shirakawa frowned. Then the question is, if he values ​​money, why would he give up taking the victim's wallet?

"Mr. Kijima Kunio, please answer a few questions for me."

Kijima Kunio touched his rosacea, "The police have already asked me before, and I have confessed. Do I need to confirm it over and over again? It's really annoying."

"If you don't cooperate, I will have to notify your parents."

"Wait, don't call them, don't tell them for now."

Kijima Kunio immediately panicked.

Although he is a bad guy, he is still afraid of his parents.

Shirakawa nodded, "Answer my questions honestly."

"You ask."

Even though the other party looks like a teenager, the sharp eyes made Kijima Kunio a little scared, so he used honorifics directly.

"Why don't you take the deceased's wallet? Aren't you short of money?"

"I don't know the bank card password, and there's not much money in her wallet. In addition, she just lent out 1 million yuan. Even if she's a young lady, she shouldn't have much balance."

"Is that really the case?"

"It's really the case."

"Why did you kill the deceased?"

In order to prevent him from lying, Shirakawa used the intermediate instigation technique to make sure he was telling the truth.

"Because of money."

"You can't get the money by killing her, right? If it's for money, why don't you choose to kidnap her and blackmail Takezawa Yoshimitsu?"

Shirakawa looked into Kijima Kunio's eyes.

Kijima Kunio shook his head, "Blackmail may not get the money. Takezawa Yoshimitsu knows a lot of people and can find me directly."

"Just kill someone?"

"Yes, someone promised to give me a sum of money, enough for me to pay off my debts and support my parents. I'm tired of this kind of life. Working day after day, I haven't become a rich man. It's better to spend my life in prison."

Shrubbery was stunned.

Sure enough! This case is not that simple.

The murderer is Kunio Kijima, but he is just a pawn.

Someone hired someone to kill someone!

"Who asked you to kill someone?"

Shirakawa asked seriously.

"I don't know who he is. I guess he should be Takezawa Yoshimitsu's enemy. He has done a lot of bad things in the past."

Kunio Kijima said.

Shirakawa frowned slightly and continued to ask, "How did you contact each other?"

"He always called me, and every time it was a public phone."

Because the island country is a country with frequent earthquake disasters, public phones are not only used for business, but also become a "disaster prevention" equipment. Therefore, unlike other countries, public telephone booths have long been banned. Even if everyone has a mobile phone now, public telephone booths can still be seen in Tokyo.

It's just that most of the time, no one cares about it, and the maintenance cost far exceeds the profit cost.

"What are the characteristics of his voice?"

"It should be a voice changer. It sounds awkward, low and hoarse. Well, it's an electronic synthesized sound."

When answering, Kunio Kijima gestured with his hands out of habit.

"You just said that Takezawa Yoshimitsu had done many bad things in the past. What do you mean specifically?"

"Who can remember such things? Anyway, he is not a good person. Behind every successful boss there is an unknown dark history. Don't be deceived by these seemingly glamorous men. His daughter's death is also retribution."

Kijima Kunio shrugged, not blaming himself for killing the girl.

"Tell me what you remember."

Shirakawa's eyes became colder, and Kimima Kunio felt the pressure instantly, as if the temperature in the air was lower.

He swallowed and continued,

"Takezawa Yoshimitsu was a black priest when he was young. Before he started a foreign trade company, he accidentally killed someone, but he hired a very good lawyer and avoided legal sanctions by self-defense.

"Later he opened a company. At first, the company's performance was not very good. Only the business that I and another salesperson talked about was not enough to support the operation of the entire company. He recruited many beautiful female salesmen, forced them to accompany drinking, and also had unspoken rules for them, and even filmed videos to threaten them.

"I remember a beautiful female colleague named Kaneno Eko. She wanted to call the police, but she was severely beaten by Takezawa Yoshimitsu. Her teeth were knocked out. He also hired many people to beat her up at night. Later, Takezawa Yoshimitsu paid her a large sum of money. She finally did not choose to call the police and left Tokyo with the money.

"Now that the company is on the right track, he has begun to whitewash himself. All the former female sales staff have been fired by him. His current sales team is highly educated. I guess he wants to eliminate me too. It's really meaningless to follow such a person.

"I worked so hard for the company before, and I helped him hide so many things.

"I even decided to take these secrets into the coffin. I don't know why, officer. I just want to tell you that I have probably been suppressed for too long. Maybe I am a good person in my heart. "

Don't worry, there is one more chapter!

Chapter 214 213·Breaking the Limits of Humanity (4K Three Updates, Please Subscribe)

Shirakawa sneered at what Kunio Kijima said. You are a good person, then there are no good people in this world.

"Who was the person who was killed by mistake? Do you remember his name?"

"I don't remember. How could I remember? I just heard about it."...

The two communicated for another half an hour. After Shirakawa confirmed that Kunio Kijima could no longer get any useful information, he left the inquiry room.

He came to Shuichi Mori's office.

"Officer Mori, I'm afraid the case can't be closed so quickly."

"Uh? Why?"

"Kunio Kijima was instructed by someone. Someone promised to give him a sum of money to let him kill Riho Takezawa."

After hearing what Shirakawa said, Shuichi Mori immediately sat up from his chair nervously, put down the oolong tea he had just brewed, and temporarily lost the mind to taste the tea.

"Who instructed? "

"At present, we only know that he is the enemy of Takezawa Riho's father, and Takezawa Riho's father should have many enemies, so he needs to be brought back for investigation."

"Is it protection or investigation?"

Mouri Shuichi frowned and asked.

"Both."

Shirakawa's answer made Maori Shuichi realize the seriousness of the problem. He immediately called in Nakayama Shizu, who was still sorting out the information, and said, "Go and bring Takezawa Riho's father back."

"Are you going to inform him that the murderer of the female killer has been found?"

Nakayama Shizu asked in surprise, holding the documents in his arms.

"No, you want him to assist the police in investigating the real murderer."

Mouri Shuichi looked serious.

"Ah? Is there a reversal in the case?"

Nakayama Shizu asked.

"It's not a reversal, it's a new development. The murderer is indeed Kijima Kunio, but Kijima Kunio is just a knife, and there is another person wielding the knife behind him. "

Shirakawa made a simple analogy, and Nakayama Shizuji nodded immediately, and left the Metropolitan Police Department with the task.

When he walked out of the Metropolitan Police Department, Shiraki Saya stopped him and stuffed a sandwich and a bottle of soda for him,

"No matter how busy you are, you must pay attention to eating. If you faint on the side of the road, no one will compete with me for the number one believer of Kuraki-kun."

Saya Shiraki blinked.

Nakayama Shizuji clenched the bottle of soda and said with a smile, "If the competitor is Miss Saya, then I have to work harder."

After he left the Metropolitan Police Department, several female police officers covered their mouths and chuckled,

"Nakayama-kun took it seriously, Saya-chan was obviously teasing him, right?"

"No, I'm serious. "

Saya Shiraki said to her colleagues with a smile,

"If you solve cases with Kuraki-kun, you will see his excellence. He looks like a teenager, but he can always carefully notice details that others cannot see, and use a unique way to make others tell unexpected clues. I have begun to admire him now. He seems to have the ability to make everyone tell the truth. "

"No way, Saya-senpai, have you fallen for him too?"

"Although Kuraki-kun did help our Metropolitan Police Department solve several major cases, it is not as magical as you say."

"After all, he is still a human being. How can he break through the limits of human beings and make everyone tell the truth? That must be something that only gods can do, right? "

The discussion of the female police officers soon attracted the male colleagues, who quickly joined the topic.

Fortunately, the Metropolitan Police Department strictly follows the good tradition of telling the truth, otherwise there might be urban legends such as Kuraki-kun becoming a god.

Shōkawa sat in Mori Shuichi's office, smelling the aroma of oolong tea, and swallowed unconsciously.

A cramp-like smile appeared on Maori Shuichi's meticulous face. What he admired most about Shirakawa was that they could both appreciate the deliciousness of tea.

"I always thought that only older people would like to taste tea, but you are special, Kuraki-kun."

Maori Shuichi poured a cup of tea for Shirakawa,

"My wife brought me oolong tea from her trip to Kyoto."

Shirakawa immediately took the teacup with both hands and said respectfully, "Then I'm welcome."

He took a sip of the bright orange-yellow oolong tea, and the fragrance lingered in his mouth. It was definitely a top-grade oolong, full of delicate fruity aroma. The tip of his tongue seemed to have the aroma of peaches and orchids. The taste was refreshing and smooth, and very delicate.

"How does it taste?" Maori Shuichi asked seriously.

Although he didn't taste the gift brought back by his wife for the first time, Maori Shuichi didn't feel sorry for sharing it with Shirakawa, the only person in the Metropolitan Police Department who could taste tea with him.

Shirakawa gave a thumbs up, "Very delicious."

Mouri Shuichi immediately poured himself a cup and sipped the tea. He closed his eyes, as if he was recalling the happy moments of himself and his wife. The scenes ranged from their marriage, honeymoon, to the scene of him giving his wife a pedicure some time ago. He was surrounded by a sense of happiness.