The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

At night, in a villa area somewhere in Tokyo full of people.

Atsuto Yamashita, who was on the phone with his fiancée with his back turned to a group of colleagues, reported that he was safe, which made the latter's fluttering heart calm down.

"Really, that's good, as long as people are fine."

Kasumigaoka Shiyu on the other end of the phone breathed a sigh of relief, with a relieved smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

God knows how nervous she was when Huashanin Hoshino called her for help earlier.

Human life is at stake, so she couldn't help but not worry.

"Officer Yamashita..."

"Officer Yamashita."

Outside the noisy villa, after telling his fiancée that he might be forced to work overtime tonight and let her go to bed first, a weak call came from Toruto Yamashita's ear.

Turning his head to look, Hoshino Huashanin with blood-stained hair and pale cheeks immediately came into view.

"Miss Huashanyuan?"

"Thank you."

With bandages on her shoulders, the blond girl bowed solemnly after emergency treatment, her eyes filled with joy and gratitude for the rest of her life.

"Be polite, this is what a policeman should do."

"Recover well."

Atsuto Yamashita gave the girl in front of him a thumbs up with his right hand, and his toothless smile made the latter nod heavily.He followed suit and responded with the same action.

"Miss Huashanyuan, let me take you to the nearest Mihua Municipal Hospital."

"Thank you, Officer Takagi."

Takagi, who had been busy all night, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and took the wounded away from the scene of the crime.

Atsuto Yamashita waved his hand and led the team to call it a day.

..................................................................

"Traffic accident, deliberate murder, or gang crime."

"I don't see that Mr. Hucang, you have a wide range of interests."

Metropolitan Police Department, Search Section [-], Forcible Criminal Search Section [-], Interrogation Room.

Throwing a stack of letters found from the secret compartment of the master bedroom wardrobe on the second floor of the villa after being reminded by Hoshino Huashanyuan, on the table, Atsuto Yamashita crossed his legs, played with the ballpoint pen in his hand, and sneered, leaning back tactically: "Ah, no, I have to add another attempted murder for you."

"Tell me, great writer. Be lenient when you confess, and stricter when you resist."

"You probably don't want to get some weird care."

Daisuke Torakura was quite surprised by the sloppy look of Atsuto Yamashita, who took off the cap of his pen and was preparing to take notes in his notebook: "You policemen, do you all take notes with this attitude?"

This contrasts too much with the previous extremely stern image.

"You just think that I have two faces, one in front and one in back."

The blue ballpoint pen lightly tapped on the table, and the man pouted angrily, signaling him to start removing the ink immediately.

In the middle of the night, he still wanted to finish his work early and go home to sleep.

Really, he was not allowed to live in peace every day.

"I've been caught by you, what else can I say? Talk about my embarrassment?"

"The form and process that should be followed must be followed, otherwise I am afraid that the team of lawyers you have hired at a high price will directly overturn my position."

Facing Daisuke Torakura's calmness, Atsuto Yamashita grinned, full of teasing.

Evil capitalism.

If a rich man like Daisuke Torakura wants to take advantage of the loopholes, the lawyers behind him will definitely be able to form a strengthened team.

Once his process is not so standardized, it is not surprising that those people's ability to focus on this point, so as to wash black into gray and gray into white.

"You really overestimated me, Officer Yamashita." Daisuke Torakura spread his hands and tightened the shackles in his hands.

"Who knows."

Atsuto Yamashita was writing and drawing on the paper with a ballpoint pen, without even bothering to lift his eyelids: "Who is that girl named [Xaori] mentioned in these letters? Her body was taken away by you and your doctor accomplices." Where are you hiding?"

"I don't know, I don't even know how the letters ended up in my bedroom, I don't even know what you're talking about."

Daisuke Hukura shook his head, Toshito Yamashita stopped writing, and raised his eyes to look at him: "Are you serious?"

"I admit that there was a little conflict between me and Hoshino. I beat her, hurt her, and even threatened to kill her, but that was just an act of anger on top of my anger."

"At the end of the day, it's just a simple couple quarreling. It's just that I went too far. For this, I am willing to accept any punishment."

"However, I must clarify one thing: I did not kill anyone."

"And, strictly speaking, both Hoshino and I were at fault for this matter."

The 50-year-old social veteran didn't show any panic or loss on his face, and he defended himself clearly: "The most important thing is Officer Yamashita, Hanayamain Hoshino is just my lover."

"She is ambitious and wants to be in power, but I don't want to disturb my wife who has already cheated, so I ask her to take it slowly and think long-term. This is the root of the conflict between us. As for these letters, I don't know what's going on.

The letter I originally hid in the secret compartment was evidence of my secret transfer of assets in the past few months. I thought Hoshino had discovered it, so I planned to ask her to make a theory and ask her to keep it secret. "

"Now I suspect that she has ulterior motives, and she wants to bring me down when she sees that she is not in the position."

Well, well-founded and convincing.

Atsuto Yamashita nodded after hearing this: "As expected of a great writer who is well-known throughout the country."

"You're flattering yourself, Officer Yamashita."

Daisuke Torakura smiled slightly, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "I'm just stating a fact. I believe in the law, and I believe that you, Officer Yamashita, will give me justice after the investigation is clear. Of course, regarding my irrational stabbing of Hoshino I am also willing to accept punishment."

"The premise is that I have to accept a private doctor's examination first."

"You may not believe it, but I really have a mental illness. You know, I am a top horror writer. Recently, due to the transformation of the new book, I have been under a lot of mental pressure, and I often fantasize that I am The legendary vampire Dracula, even my villa industry calls it [Dracula Villa]. Moreover, I should have taken medicine tonight before falling asleep."

Is it really a universal reason?

Atsushi Yamashita stared playfully at the old fried dough stick in front of him: "Do you know what I want to do most now?"

"What?"

"Smooth those nasty old creases on your face with your fists."

"You are so humorous, Officer Yamashita."

"Each each other."

Atsuto Yamashita closed his notebook for notes, threw the ballpoint pen into the trash can beside him, got up, put on his suit jacket, and straightened his tie: "You'd better pray that the doctor with whom you corresponded is also like You're just as stubborn."

"I think you may have misunderstood something, Officer Yamashita. I really don't know how these letters are related to me, and I don't know any doctors. What's more, these letters are all electronic printouts. It is very likely that someone wanted to Just to frame and frame me."

Daisuke Torakura calmly retorted.

Chapter 290 Four, I have a pair of king bombs in my hand, how do you win?

"How is it, Yamashita?"

"It's not that good, that old turtle bastard didn't say anything, his mouth was very tight."

Takagi Tsutomu, who had just walked out of the interrogation room and sent Hoshino Hanayamain to Mihua Municipal Hospital, hurried back to the Metropolitan Police Department, immediately greeted him.

Toshito Yamashita looked displeased: "Even the reason has been found, it's really a fucking plan."

He now understands why this person is still in the second grade in middle age, often fantasizes that he is Count Dracula, and even the villa where he mainly lives is called "Dracula Villa" by others. prepare for this day.

Really fucking thoughtful.

"Is that so...then what shall we do?"

Takagi scratched his head with a troubled expression on his face.

Murder cases involving such rich people are the most troublesome.

"What else can I do, hammer him to death."

Atsuto Yamashita unhappily raised a middle finger towards the closed door of the interrogation room, turned his head and issued an order as the head of the third department: "Arrest the doctor of Mihua Central Hospital, Chongye Guiwu, and find out for me at the same time. The financial transactions between Takeshi Nogui and Daisuke Torakura."

"Also, let the people around Daisuke Torakura and Guiwu Okino come to the Metropolitan Police Department for questioning now, no matter what they are doing now."

"Also, let me go to Mihua Central Hospital to find out who the girl [Xaori] in the letter is."

"I understand."

Takagi nodded solemnly.

"Don't put on a straight face, Daisuke Torakura is just dying."

Atsuto Yamashita was convinced of this.

Whether this person was arrested by himself or by him on the spot, it doesn't matter.

At most, it's just a few more words with his defense lawyer team when he goes to court.

However, he had to hand over this case to a prosecutor who was capable and he could trust.

Atsuto Yamashita, who watched Takagi go away, squinted his eyes, and a figure and a name flashed through his mind.

Although he doesn't really want to see that workaholic who is constantly urging and urging to death——

"Eh? Officer Yamashita? Are you still off work so late?"

The appearance of three figures interrupted his thinking.

Ran Mori, who tilted his head in confusion, Kogoro Mori, who looked terrified, and Conan Edogawa, who had helplessness written all over his body.

"Maori detective? It's so late, why are you still here?"

Atsuto Yamashita, whose thoughts were interrupted, frowned, subconsciously glanced over the three of them, and finally stayed on Conan whose mouth was twitching for two or three seconds.

The meaning is obvious.

Conan was so angry that he wanted to jump up and smash the head of the dog policeman.

"Because the professional killer I called to report was arrested, so I, my father and Conan came to the Metropolitan Police Department to take notes. But because Officer Takagi was temporarily called out by you, we stayed here for more Stay for a while."

The empathetic Xiaolan immediately explained, Yamashita Toruto nodded knowingly, with an apologetic expression on his face: "I see, I'm really sorry."