get out of my yokohama

Hachika and his wife were at home, and the child's body was still in the Metropolitan Police Department. After encountering such a thing, the husband and wife were not in the mood to go to work, and greeted two detectives from the Armed Detective Agency with a painful heart.

Why our children?

Why not other children?She is still so young and still has a great life, how helpless and scared she must be before being strangled to death?

Hill sees this clearly and understands that she can establish a close relationship with the victim's parents through pretending, so that the other party can put down their guard against her and won't be resisted if she asks some questions.

"Seven days ago, no more than half a month at the farthest, did the two have any large-scale social activities?"

"Social? Specifically..."

"Such as company dinners, treats to dinner."

The couple lowered their heads, suddenly Mrs. Hachika remembered something, and hesitated to ask: "Old school reunion, does it count?"

"Of course, when is it?"

"It was the end of last month..." Madam Yasuka counted the days, "The 27th."

"Have all the students arrived?"

"I didn't count carefully." When I was a student, I only remembered a few special ones, or I had a good relationship with myself, and I remembered so clearly where other people came from.

Hill's eyes flashed: "Did you take commemorative photos or something?"

Mrs. Yasuka shook her head, and asked anxiously, "Is this related to Diemei's case?"

Hill didn't answer directly, but glanced at Mrs. Yasuka: "Madam, did you do something outrageous when you were young?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"If you don't wear earrings for a long time, your pierced ears will gradually grow back. Piercing your nose is a different matter. There are scars left by washing tattoos on your arms. It seems to be a rough tiger? It's not about wearing a nose ring. People with tattoos will definitely go out of line, but if you don’t wear those now, the tattoos have been washed off and you haven’t re-attached new ones, which proves that you don’t like yourself who did these things before, and try to dress as normal as possible. Maybe your past is not the same as your present Diametrically opposed."

Mrs. Yasuka didn't speak, but her husband suddenly said: "You are the amazing profiler I mentioned a while ago, right? Just by looking at the crime scene and the victim, you can tell what kind of person the prisoner is?"

Mrs. Yasuka: "Who killed my Diemei?"

Hill: "It's not that magical, it's just shortening the scope of the police's search. I hope you can provide me with clues so that the prisoner can be arrested as soon as possible."

These words greatly encouraged Mrs. Yasuka, and she was not so difficult to talk about the past.

"I was ignorant in high school, and I blocked my classmates with a group of brothers and sisters asking for money."

"Is it as simple as asking for money?"

Madam Yasuka stopped talking.

"Do you still remember who was 'asked for money' by you the most?"

"You mean he did it? But, but, it's true that the children of the Ruyue family are also... but the children of the other seven families are not from our school."

"Kanagawa County High School adds up to hundreds of schools. You and the father or mother of another victim happen to be classmates in junior high school. Coincidentally, this is not the algorithm."

"Madam, have you seen him?" she repeated again.

"He was a waiter at the place where we met. I didn't recognize him at first, but someone else recognized him and called him to the party. He didn't come..."

Hill: "I guess he didn't really mean to invite old classmates to reunite."

Mrs. Yasuka acquiesced that that classmate had always been the kind who was very talkative, and he hadn't been doing well in recent years. When they saw a more down-and-out one, they wanted to call him over. They all saw this clearly, and they didn't say it clearly.

"My profile is like this, he is a 35 to 40-year-old man, short, slightly fat, gloomy, not talkative, maybe a little stutter, when people talk to him, they will pretend to be very interested to cater to this topic. "

"How do you know he stutters?"

"It doesn't matter, tell me his name."

The man's name was Makoto Egaku. With the name, Hill called the Yasui Police Department to inquire about the man's residence. The detective license gave them the privilege to obtain information from the police. When the information was obtained, she took a taxi with Mr. Dazai and went there. .

In the car, Hill called the Henggou Police Department to explain the situation, and if they came, they would arrest them together. If they didn’t come, they could also arrest people. The phone didn’t go through, so she left a message.

"It will be broken if the prisoner is not at home." Mr. Dazai muttered.

Hill glanced at him silently, don't be so clumsy, Mr. Dazai, wait, Mr. Dazai does have a talent for expressing words. To be on the safe side, she used telepathy to find someone.

The brain waves spread out from her as the center, and the voices of all the people in the path broke into her mind, making it extremely noisy... That's why she doesn't like to use telepathy.

Two or three minutes later, she touched her forehead.

The prisoner is really not at home.

Hill glanced at Osamu Dazai again, with an innocent smile on his face, as if he had guessed something, "The prisoner wanted to get rid of the children of those who bullied him in school, and he didn't hesitate to kill other children randomly to interfere with the police investigation I really don’t know if his next attack target is random or a specific revenge target.”

"What's Dazai-kun's opinion?"

"Does Hill have the answer in his heart?"

"random."

"I'm so happy, it's coincidence again."

Hill turned her face away blankly. She still hoped to hear from Mr. Dazai about a specific target for revenge. After all, the range is easy to lock, and the difficulty lies in randomness.

She called the KTV where Yasuka's classmates had dinner, revealed her identity as a detective, and asked about the situation of the person in charge, Makoto Jiangjiao. , then where will he go?

Don't even need to think about it, Hill's head is getting big.

He killed the daughter of a target of revenge, and should be looking for an innocent student to confuse, where would he be now?

Even though they knew that he was not at home, their destination did not change. He lived in an old-fashioned residential building, the innermost resident on the third floor, and Mr. Dazai was about to come out at this time.

Osamu Dazai found a paperclip out of nowhere, straightened it and inserted it into the keyhole. As soon as he was done, the door next to him opened, and the resident's face immediately changed when he saw them prying open the door. Hill took his detective license show her.

"The armed detective agency is investigating the case, please keep quiet."

The Armed Detective Agency is the most famous in Yokohama. A little further outside, ordinary people don't know how powerful she is, but people can understand it more or less when they look at the documents. It seems that the two of them don't look like criminals. I got up and let it go, and then I thought about investigating the case and found this, so aren't their neighbors very dangerous?

Makoto Jiangjiao also did his homework to kill people randomly, otherwise how would he know whether the girl jogging in the morning two towns away from him is a student, the time and when is the best time to do it on the route.

He's not a high-intelligence criminal, which means he can't remember much information, he has a rigorous plan, and he will record it somewhere, including his next target.

Prying open the door, the room is messy, things are piled up randomly, it looks very small, socks and underwear are thrown everywhere, Osamu Dazai pushed Hill's back into the bedroom, the two of them agreed, one went to search the desk, One went to find the bookcase.

For a while, nothing was found.

If so where would I put things?I am timid and extremely cautious, even if it is my own home, I am worried that others will come in and search.

Hill couldn't help thinking from the perspective of a prisoner. This kind of behavior is very dangerous and will waste the life of a criminal profiler. After all, he always thinks from a perverted perspective, and it is inevitable that he will have problems.

Those who look directly at the abyss will be swallowed by the abyss.

However, this is indeed a better way to use.

Not on the bright side, but right in front of your eyes.

Hill saw the washed clothes hanging on the balcony, and her eyes locked on a black coat. She walked towards the coat and reached out to touch the pocket of the coat. At the same time, Mr. Dazai was touching another pocket.

"Hmm." Osamu Dazai took out the folded hard paper and unfolded it. It seemed that the coloring pages in a certain magazine had been torn off. self introduction.

That's his next target.

In the introduction, the reasons for success are clearly written. The poor family cannot buy a good violin, so I use the famous violin in the classroom to contact me. Every time I have extracurricular tutoring, I play alone in the classroom for a long time.

This time the Henggou Police Department got in touch, and brought the police over suspiciously, and directly arrested Makoto Jiangjiao who wanted to commit murder without any evidence. So many people saw what he did, and it would be another step to be late. pile of tragedy.

The police took the prisoner away, but the Henggou Police Department did not leave with them. They secretly watched the profiler who was by the window telling Yasui Police Department good news, thinking over and over again what he should say later.

Convinced is really convinced, but there are still many things I don't understand.

"Cough," he coughed dryly, as if nothing had happened, "Then, Miss Holmes, let me ask, how did you figure out that you are short and fat?"

He had listened to all the messages Hill had left him, and now that the dust had settled, it was time for him to be curious and ask for advice.

"The first person he strangled to death was a six-foot (about 1.8 meters) male high school student, a member of the basketball club, who was very powerful. To strangle such a person with a rope, it was definitely not a frontal attack, but a sneak attack from behind. After the training, when he took off his glasses and bent down to wash his face in the sink, he suddenly put a rope around his neck, knocked him down, and pressed his body on his back, so the deceased was lying on the ground when he was found."

"Is that so?" The Henggou Police Department thought about the 1.6-meter murderer, and had a new question, "Then why not use a knife like a murder weapon? If the victim breaks free with a rope..."

"A rope is no worse than a knife. A chokehold with a rope takes only eleven pounds of force to incapacitate a victim. Hold it for 50 seconds and you're sure to die. And you don't need to deal with troublesome things."

Henggou Police Department: "You mean the blood of the victim!"

"Yes, a rope is easier to deal with than blood-stained clothes."

"What about stuttering?"

"The success of the first murder should have given him confidence, but the method he used to kill the short and weak girl was still a sneak attack from behind, which shows that he is shy and introverted, and all he does is surprise attacks, even if it is an outdoor crime. I guess he has a language barrier."

"So that's it," the Henggou Police Department suddenly realized, "This is amazing, can you know so much just by looking at the photos of the crime scene?"

"This is my specialty. There are not many criminal profilers in Japan, so the Henggou Police Department finds it novel."

"Where, you are so humble."

Osamu Dazai put his hands in his pockets and looked forward softly.

It's amazing. He obviously wanted to hide her so that no one could see her brilliance, but she was really discovered and admired by others, but he was very happy. He would not be so happy to be respected himself. .

This mood is really strange.

A certain policeman outside watched quietly.

He is an intelligence officer of Hong Kong gangsters, and also an undercover agent. The leader personally issued a task to investigate the relationship status of the former cadre Osamu Dazai....

When he joined Gang Hei, Osamu Dazai had already defected, and since he hadn't lived under the iron heels of Osamu Dazai, he naturally didn't know how terrifying this person was, so he came here with a mentality of being more than vigilant and less than fearful.

Maybe the leader got some wind?A certain woman is favored by Osamu Dazai, and the leader needs to use her to deal with Osamu Dazai. Tsk, Hong Kong and black have never used everything to the extreme. There is nothing surprising in this method.

He looked at it, and there were some signs of it.

With some calculations in my heart, I raised my head again... Oh my god!Why did he suddenly look over!

When looking at the profiler, he was as harmless as a gust of wind, but when he looked at him, it was an endless night of oppression and despair, and the sight of him made one's heart stop beating.

don't come don't come.

Osamu Dazai strolled over, looked down at the fake policeman who was sweating profusely, "Yeah, find a place to talk."

Help!

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