Me dressed as a gin brother

Kurosawa Hideaki changed into his uniform and walked to the place where the explosion happened just now.

There was no thick smoke at the scene. The victim got the courier containing the bomb at the gate of the villa. Did he open it?

Kurosawa Hideaki squatted down to check the debris on the ground.

The victim died instantly under the bomb with almost no pain, and his lower body and hands disappeared in the explosion.

There was no trace of arson at the scene. Judging from the scattered items and current clothing of the victim, he was the housekeeper of the resident.

Will an experienced old housekeeper unpack the courier sent to the owner's house?No, unless his name is written on the courier slip.

Is the deacon's name written on the courier slip?

Kurosawa Hideaki saw the broken mercury lever device. Obviously, it was a balance bomb that used the mercury rod as the detonator.

The name of the old housekeeper was not written on the courier, and he did not open the bomb. This kind of bomb would explode if it was slightly tilted when picked up, so the courier who delivered the goods was most likely the prisoner.

"Hey!" The inspector who rushed to the scene to pull the cordon shouted to the silver-haired young man standing in front of the corpse, "No one can stand at the crime scene, please leave."

Kurosawa Hideaki raised his eyelids and glanced at the inspector, then showed his ID, "Police."

The patrolman and his companion looked at each other, a little aggrieved.

The police in Japan are the elite of the police. Generally speaking, their status is slightly higher than that of the police. If the police want to take over half of the cases that the police investigate, they only need to show their credentials and take the information away.

"It seems that the police are not responsible for this case, right? Haha." The young inspector stepped forward with a dry smile.

Kurosawa Hideaki turned his head and was about to explain that the handover procedure was being processed, but before he could look up at the other party, he heard a familiar voice with an echo.

"These self-righteous police officers always come to take credit for the Metropolitan Police Department. Without the Metropolitan Police Department, they are nothing. If you are sensible, get out of here. How powerful do you really think you are?"

Heartfelt.

This is the second time I hear from my heart, it's really unpleasant.

Kurosawa Hideaki snorted, "I don't think there's any need for the police to explain the reason for their behavior to an inspector who couldn't even get 270 in the graduation exam."

He glanced at the young policeman up and down, "It seems that you are not used to the internship job. You have been in the inspection position for a long time, haven't you? Seeing the students at the same level finish the internship and leave you one by one, don't you?" It's hard, do you feel jealous? Do you feel..."

He approached the red-faced policeman slowly, and said in a low voice, "They all rely on their family connections to get promoted so fast, and it's all because of my parents' failure to live up to expectations. Right?"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Kurosawa Hideaki shrugged his shoulders and put on a very innocent look, "You can do what you say, anyway, you know in your heart whether what I said is right. Can I watch the scene now?"

The patrolman suppressed his anger, stretched the cordon in his hand without saying a word, and finished his work.

He thought maliciously: What can be seen in such a scene?Posing.

"Stay away!" Kurosawa Hideaki yelled at him, "The voice in your head is bothering me!"

After the little patrolman walked away with a green face, he squatted down again and put on rubber gloves to examine the victim's body.

On the surface, there is nothing unusual, but there is an envelope in his pocket.

The wax on the back of it has been picked away, and judging by the shape, it was opened directly with fingers instead of using a letter opener.

Open the envelope, and inside is an invitation card that reads:

Long time no see. I am Teiji Moritani. I sincerely invite you to attend the afternoon tea party I will hold on Saturday. You can enter with an invitation card. Thank you for your care.

Sincerely, Teiji Moritani

"Officer Kurosawa! What's the matter!" Megure Police Department ran over panting.

Kurosawa Hideaki shook his head while holding the invitation, and asked, "Did the victim have such an invitation?"

"No, I'll send someone to ask if their family has anything to do with this Sengu."

"Hmm." Kurosawa Hideaki put the invitation into the evidence bag handed over by the staff of the forensics department, "Who is Teito Moritani?"

The little brother from the forensics department was quite speechless, "Isn't it Teiji Moritani?"

"Okay, it doesn't matter, who is he? Why do you all look like you know him?"

God!Officer Kurosawa was actually asking him questions!

The little policeman in the forensics department is extremely happy, this should be the pinnacle of his career, right?

He explained with an illusory expression, "Teiji Moriya is a talented architect. Many buildings in Tokyo are designed by him, including the Shidun Bridge and the Kurokawa Mansion. His buildings are very famous, and many rich people will look for them. He went to design his own villas and mansions."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the thoughtful Kurosawa Hideaki, "You will definitely not forget him. Are you implying me by asking?"

Yes, in the eyes of the Metropolitan Police Department, how could Mr. Kurosawa, who is almost omnipotent, not know about Teiji Moritani?

This must be a hint to him!

etc!Could it be that this invitation letter has another mystery?

Must be right!

"Huh?" Kurosawa Hideaki looked at the police officer of the forensic department suspiciously, "Why should I remember him? An architectural designer is not worth my brainpower to remember."

After finishing speaking, he ignored the frozen expression of the forensic police officer, and turned to police officer Megure, "Check out the relationship between this housekeeper and Teiji Moritani. He probably worked in Moritani's house before. Let's investigate this house again." Master's social relationship, I will get the investigation report within an hour."

"Criminal Shiratori, do it!" Mu Mu said to the tall man with strange bangs beside him.

I have never heard of this name, and is he a newcomer to the Metropolitan Police Department?

Kurosawa Hideaki glanced at the criminal, he was indeed a newcomer, and he was also an aristocratic police officer, which was really interesting.

buzz-

The phone vibrated, and the screen showed that it was Madeira's call.

"Master, Teiji Moriya from Tokyo sent you a courier with an invitation letter attached. Do you want to come back and open the courier?"

"Express delivery? What does it look like?" Kurosawa Hideaki instantly became nervous.

"Yellow sealed bag and handwritten express note? It's no different from ordinary express delivery. Do you want me to unpack it for you first?"

"Don't move!" Kurosawa Hideaki sternly yelled, although there is no evidence that the package contained a bomb, but he must not allow Madeira to be involved, "Don't move! I will bring someone back to dismantle it soon, keep your balance, and don't touch anything .”

"Is there a bomb in here?" Madeira asked in a steady voice, "It's okay, I won't move, take it easy young master, I'm very happy to be your deacon."

Don't say this kind of farewell...

"Don't move." Kurosawa Hideaki hung up the phone, jumped into the police car next to him, and sternly yelled at the policeman who was waiting in the driver's seat, "Drive! Go—"

Too bad, where is his home?

That day he went directly back to No. 2-23 Mihua Town, forgetting to ask Madeira where he originally lived.

Don't panic, think about it.

Kurosawa Hideaki's thoughts instantly sank into the memory of the magnificent palace like a library.

Find the book that says No. 2-23 Mihuacho, Tokyo. The first page of the book is his kitchen and entrance, kitchen?

No, there won't be any clues over there, why don't you think about the key hanging on the porch.

Three, a door key, a safe key, and a flat-serrated what kind of key?

that's it!

Kurosawa Hideaki fastened his seat belt, "Go to No. 01 Mihuacho [-]-chome, use your fastest speed!"

The author has something to say:

Gin: I never remember the names of dead people.

Kurosawa Hideaki: Architect?Not worth remembering.