My Girlfriend is a Wicked Girl

Kameda Yoshimasa took a group of people to the self-police room on the ninth floor. The owners of this old office building wanted to rent rooms on lower floors as much as possible for the convenience of carrying goods. Therefore, the self-police room moved all the way from the first floor to the ninth floor-economy In a downturn, the landlord can say anything as long as they are willing to rent a room.

Hideji Kitahara entered the door and looked at the police room carefully, and found that the chaos here was a bit messy, but there were no signs of fighting, and Sanshin Hojo walked around the room without seeing anything unusual, and looked at it again. On TV, I found that it was a foreign football commentary program.

Kameda Yoshimasa explained: "This is a Portuguese TV station. We were originally watching a football match in Portugal today. As a result, the antenna had poor contact just after the match was over."

"What time is it?" Hojo Sanshin asked in detail.

"The game ended at 9:10, Japan time, and then Mr. Nakayama went up... Originally, we had to watch another game at 9:40." To prove that he did not lie, Kameda picked up one from the table. A piece of paper was shown to Hojo Sanshin, and it was a program schedule printed by themselves from the Internet.

Hideji Kitahara stood behind Hojo Sanshin and took a look, and found that he is really a football fan. Not only the Portuguese Super League, but also the Serie A, Premier League, and Eredivisie matches, but also a small part of the second and third divisions. League.

No wonder they have to install their own satellite antennas. Indeed, some football matches are broadcast by Japanese TV stations at no cost.

Hojo Sanshin was not interested in football matches, so he just glanced at it, and just pointed to the coffee table full of snack bags and asked, "Were you here to watch the game?"

"Yes."

"Then Mr. Zhongshan went to the rooftop to repair the satellite antenna?"

"Yes, he went to fix it, and I was watching the TV screen here. At that time, I was watching TV and it was working properly, so I went to the window and yelled okay, and then I came back and sat down and continued to eat snacks, but after a few minutes I heard him scream, and when I ran to the window to look, he was already..."

"That's it! Do you usually adjust satellite antennas like this?"

"Yes, the ninth floor and the rooftop are very close, and the shouting can be heard."

Hojo Sanshin pondered for a while, and felt that this statement seemed to be okay, and then asked, "I called the police directly after seeing Mr. Zhongshan fell from the window. Didn't you go down to see or call an ambulance?"

Kameda Yoshimasa shook his head: "That's the rooftop on the tenth floor, Hojo Criminal...please see."

Hojo Sanshin stood by the window and looked down, and found that through the dim lights in the courtyard, the body of the deceased could be seen, and the twisted posture of the deceased had already passed away, so he could not help but slowly nod his head—falling directly from the tenth floor. On the concrete floor, it is normal to fall to death, but to live is a miracle. This is a common sense judgment.

But he glanced at Kameda Yoshimasa, this man is very calm! However, it is doubtful that the witnesses have a calm personality, but they cannot be used as evidence.

Hojo Sanshin thought for a while, but still felt that the case was not too suspicious, so he gave up, and stretched out his hand and called Murakami Shimana to order: "Murakami, I want to go back to Hirashiba Town. Do you know how much the serial violence case has suffered now? The media pays attention, so... I leave it to you here."

Shigeru Murakami hesitated. This is not her scope of work, but now the first big case has been filed. It is also true that there is a shortage of staff in the search department. Now she can't find the reason for her refusal, and she can only nod her head: "I understand, Hojo-senpai."

Hojo Sanshin urged: "You wait until dawn to contact the staff of this company and visit again to confirm the relationship between Kameda and Zhongshan during their lifetime. If there is no problem, close the case as an accident and fill in both the transcript and the closing report, your boss. I will ask the section chief to say hello over there, which is a loan from you for two days."

Murakami Shimana saluted: "Yes, Hojo-senpai."

This is the first time she has dealt with a case. Although it was an accidental death case, it was also a case at any rate. It needed to be visited and investigated. Although she had to work overtime again, it felt interesting.

Hojo Sanshin made arrangements, and found the forensics department staff and the local security police and gave them a few instructions to temporarily cooperate with Murakami Shimana, and then set off to Hirashiba Town, where the serious case was. In the critical case, six people were seriously injured in a row in the past month, causing panic. The media was full of scolding. All efforts must be concentrated to speed up the capture of the murderer. Trouble with branch offices.

Hideji Kitahara had just finished wandering around the police room and was looking closely at the program list while checking things on the Internet with his mobile phone. When he looked up, he found that Sanshin Hojo seemed to be leaving. He quickly asked: "Hojo Criminal, you Where are you going?"

Hojo Sanshin glanced back at him, waved his hand and left. That is to say, he felt quite pleasing to Kitahara Hideji, otherwise he would have been screaming at the scene of the crime, but he didn’t need to explain his actions to him if he was pleasing to the eye—just a college student. That is to say, it was the celebrities in the society who didn't kick him out.

Murakami Shimana explained: "Hojo-senpai has other cases to handle, so I'm leaving first."

"What about here?"

Shigena Murakami said speechlessly: "It seems that I have finished it. It's probably a busy day or two, right? According to Hojo-senpai, if there are no other problems during the visit tomorrow, the case will be closed as accidental death."

Kitahara Hideji glanced at Kameda Yoshimasa, and said softly, "But this is not an accidental death."

Murakami Shimana was taken aback and quickly pulled Hideji Kitahara aside, and instinctively blamed: "Student Kitahara, you can't just say such things!"

The prosecution success rate in Japanese criminal cases is as high as 99.9%, that is, when prosecutors carry out public prosecutions, there is basically a solid evidence to ensure that the suspect is 99.9% likely to be convicted, and then they will do it. The main job of Japanese criminal defense lawyers is Bargaining with the prosecutors, try to ensure that the client is not over-sentenced, can get probation, bail, etc.-in Japan, criminal lawyers do not make money, and they are also the echoes of prosecutors in court. They can only beg for mercy and are very aggrieved. Few lawyers specialize in criminal cases.

There is a reason for this.

In Japan, being sent to court has a great impact on the suspect’s daily life and reputation. Once he goes to court, it is an unjust case, but the suspect has no way to explain to the people around him that he was wronged one by one, and he will still provoke colleagues. , Friends, and even strangers, and Japanese people can’t stand the bad evaluations of themselves and their mentality is very fragile. They often commit suicide-self-prove innocence, and even cut their stomachs for everyone to see if they are serious. Really "black belly".

Therefore, Japanese prosecutors would not initiate a public prosecution if they had not obtained hard evidence, because once the prosecution failed, the wronged guy would make trouble and cry again. The influence of public opinion was great, and the responsible prosecutor would be scolded by his superiors. Half-dead, the worst will affect the promotion, and even the most serious need to hold a press conference to apologize in public in the media, and then take the blame and resign.

The same is true for the police. If there is no evidence to prove that a person is a suspect, then the other party complains, or through politicians and the media, Murakami's dog head can be doused with three buckets of dog blood by his boss and blown up on the spot.

She took Hideji Kitahara and walked a few steps away again, and asked in detail, "Do you have any evidence, Kitahara-san? Senior Hojo didn't find anything suspicious."

She also didn't find anything suspicious, it felt like a sad accident.

"The decisive evidence has not been found." Hideji Kitahara smiled and said, "But I am basically sure that Mr. Kameda has the motive for the murder."

"What's the motivation?"

"For the money." Kitahara Xiuji shook his head: "They should be participating in overseas gambling."

"Gambling?"

"It's the bookmaker who gambled through the opening of the football game. The Portuguese Super League ended at 9:10 tonight. The score was 6:0. The first half scored 5 goals and the second half scored one. The weak team is big. The score won, which was beyond the expectation of 99.9% of people. If the bookmaker’s compound lottery rules were used, if all were scored, one thousand yen would probably win 7,000 euros, and 10,000 yen would win 70,000 euros."

As Hideji Kitahara said, he showed Murakami Sukenobu and Kameda Yoshimasa's program schedules, and showed her the information on the Internet with his mobile phone—all they have seen or planned to see are European Gaming. There are only few hot games at the opening of the company, not many.

Then Hideji Kitahara pointed to Murakami's desk during Sukenobu's death, which was basically full of football-related books and magazines. The opponent was an avid fan or an avid football gambler before his death.

It may be technical. At first, he liked football, but later developed to use hobbies to make money.

After reading the program schedule and the betting website, Murakami was a little dubious: "Even if Mr. Zhongshan gambles, then he is dead, Mr. Kameda won't get any benefit!"

Kitahara pointed to the address book on the wall of the police station, and smiled: "I called Mr. Zhongshan’s cell phone just now and it was prompted to shut down, and there was no his cell phone in the police station, nor did he have him, so I thought... he Was the betting through the mobile APP, and Mr. Kameda is indeed a good friend of his, knowing or secretly remembering his account password, after this matter is closed by accident, he can win without knowing it Money transferred away."

"Could he forgot his cell phone at home, or did he not have it at all?"

"It is possible to forget at home, but a person in society does not have a mobile phone. In this era, I am afraid it is very rare, very unlikely, and the motive is not important. Murakami is criminal. In fact, I started to suspect turtles after seeing the corpse. Mr. Tian."

"Didn't you find the shoe? It proves that Mr. Zhongshan actually climbed onto the water tower bracket before he died."

Hideji Kitahara smiled and said, "I didn't mean that shoe, I was looking for a flashlight."

"flashlight?"

"Yes, please recall what Mr. Kameda said. Mr. Zhongshan went to the rooftop to repair the satellite antenna. Then there is a problem-did he go up in the dark? Passed through the darkness without turning on the lights. Go through the aisles of debris, then climb up to the roof, climb up the water tower bracket on the roof without lights, and then screw the tuner of the satellite antenna in the dark?"

Hideji Kitahara glanced at Kameda Yoshimasa’s waist. There was a flashlight hanging there, and there was one on Sukenobu Nakayama’s desk, half-covered by several magazines, “Murakami Criminal, this is self-policing. Room, there is no shortage of flashlights, why does he bother?"

"Then it is most likely..."

"Yes, I think it was Mr. Kameda who asked Mr. Zhongshan to go to the rooftop to smoke or enjoy the cool air. Because he often goes there, Mr. Kameda took a flashlight, so Mr. Zhongshan didn't take it. I think a little light is enough—please Look there. These are the regulations of the self-policemen of this property company. They usually do not turn on the corridor lights during patrols, probably to save electricity, and remember that we went to the tenth floor just now? The corridor lights of this old building are controlled by hand. And it’s a bit away from the elevator entrance, and it’s still on the other side of the entrance to the roof, so the two of them shared a flashlight on the roof."

"In this way, it was Mr. Kameda who discovered that Mr. Zhongshan had won the gambling and won a huge amount of money, so he deliberately asked Mr. Zhongshan to go to the rooftop, and then pushed him off when he was not prepared? Then that shoe is a tortoise Mr. Tian ran up the roof again and stuffed it on the water tower bracket? No wonder we all arrived, he ran out of the building, I thought he was afraid of getting along with the corpse, and deliberately hid in the building waiting for the police to come..."

"I think it should be, and he also took Mr. Zhongshan's mobile phone by the way, and only waited for the bet to be transferred as soon as it arrived."

"What about the cell phone?"

Kitahara groaned for a moment: "I didn't find it. UU reading www.uukanshu.com should have been left somewhere by him. This person is calm and sensible. He doesn't put the deceased's cell phone on his body, so even if he looks back. It can also be explained as being lost by the deceased, and it has nothing to do with him."

"There will be his fingerprint on the phone, right?"

"Even if they do, they are friends and colleagues. It's normal that they have borrowed mobile phones from each other."

Shigeru Murakami grabbed his hair and said distressedly: "Then there is no way to prove him based on speculation, this is useless! There must be substantial evidence..." She said, her eyes brightened, "That shoe, there will His fingerprints?"

Kitahara nodded and said: "You can ask the forensics class person to check it. If there is, it should be considered as evidence, but I think people like him will not leave this kind of handle."

After speaking, he turned his head and glanced at Kameda Yoshimasa. The guy was sitting on the chair with his head down, as if he was still blaming himself, but he couldn't see his expression, and didn't know if he was laughing.

He is invincible, and even if he can't get the money, it can't prove that he killed Zhongshan Jieshin.