A woman ran into the police station, her face pale. He looked twenty-seven or eight years old, wearing twill leggings, with a delicate face, set off by a plump chest and buttocks, charming and charming.From her demeanor and dress, it can be seen at a glance that this is a married woman. "I found that robber, come quickly, someone—!" The woman who ran in in a panic shouted with a trembling voice. "robber?" There are three police officers at the police station.Young Okamoto saw her first and stood up. "over there!" The woman pointed at the chaotic city street, turned around and ran out.She walked quickly through the downtown area of ​​the Shinjuku Station underground plaza.At this time, it was in the evening, and there was a stream of people, and the sound of rumbling footsteps and noise filled the entire underground.In one corner of the crowd, a man was on a public phone.She shrieked at him as if throwing a thin spear:

"It's him! It's him who came to my house to rob!" The eyes of the people around all turned to this woman.Her hand designated the tall man.He put down the phone.Turning his head, he saw the pale woman pointing at herself.Behind her stood a policeman with a gloomy face.For a split second, he showed a slight look of surprise, but he didn't seem to want to run away at all. "Hey! You, come to the police station." Okamoto couldn't help saying that he pressed the man's shoulder hard, and his instinct told him that a criminal had fallen into his hands.In this place, anything can happen, because it is a gathering place for all kinds of characters.Here are the newly sinned and the holy!There are bums, and there are dignitaries with barrels of power.It is not uncommon for the victim to find the criminal here and turn him over to the police station.

The tall man was held tightly by Okamoto, and he stared at the woman in bewilderment and surprise. "Please tell me in detail." Okamoto took him into the police station, heaved a sigh of relief, and said to the woman.Her face was still pale, and her dry lips trembled slightly. "It happened five days ago in the middle of the night, he broke into my apartment!" Her slender fingers trembled, pointing at the man, her voice shrill and trembling.Then, he turned his attention to Okamoto.She calls herself Keiko Mizusawa, is single, and lives in an apartment in Nishi-Okubo, not too far from Shinjuku Station.

"Misunderstanding? You may have identified the wrong person..." The man's tone was calm and calm.From the looks of it, he was about thirty years old, with a dignified appearance and sharp eyes.That sharp gaze reminds one of a professional nature.Moreover, it is the sharpness that is full of wisdom. Okamoto couldn't help but think, don't you misread the wrong person?According to Okamoto's theory, as long as you carefully observe the faces of criminals, there will always be traces that cannot be concealed somewhere.But this person has no such traces, and speaks fluently.If flustered.That sound will sound like stabbing the vocal cords.

"What did you admit to the wrong person? It's him!" Keiko Mizusawa leaned forward and stretched out her slender fingers.On her fingertips, there is a sharp sword-like sharpness hidden. Five days ago, late at night on September 12, Keiko Mizusawa was awakened by a ringing bell.The bell attached to the door lock made a small sound.She opened her eyes.In the darkness, a man was found by the pillow flipping through a handbag.Just as she was about to cry out, a burst of fear struck her and immediately made her swallow her tongue.She reached out her hand quietly and turned on the desk lamp at once.The man was terrified, but in an instant, he immediately blocked Mizusawa Keiko's mouth.The cry that was about to burst out of his throat turned into a weak moan.

"If you want to scream, I'll kill you!" With these words, Mizusawa Keiko no longer dared to make a sound. He tied Keiko Mizusawa's hands behind his back, took away the 120,000 yen in cash he had just withdrawn from the bank, and put a pure emerald ring beside his pillow into his pocket. However, things don't stop there.His eyes fell on Keiko Mizusawa's pajamas.Keiko Mizusawa was so frightened that she gave it back. "Don't move! If you don't want to get hurt." As he said, he easily grabbed Keiko Mizusawa and pushed him down on the bed.Don't die by shouting and resisting! —— Keiko Mizusawa only had this idea.The man's eyes and his whole face were burning with animal lust, a strong desire emerged.Mizusawa Keiko's pajamas were pulled away.

"brute!" Looking at Mizusawa Keiko who was trembling and screaming, Okamoto completely dispelled the thought that this woman might have admitted the wrong person, and concluded that he was the enemy of this woman who had forgotten her shame and decency. "Your address and name?" Okamoto turned to the man and asked sharply. "It can't be said here." He replied calmly. "Why?!" Okamoto stared angrily. "Talk to the police station," the man whispered. Okamoto was about to yell, "Stop joking!" But for some reason, he swallowed the words again.The behavior of the man before him made him feel compelled to do so.

When I arrived at the examination room of the Shinjuku Police Station, this person's attitude remained the same as before. "Why didn't you tell me your name?" The detective Xiao Chuan, whose eyes were as cold as a leopard, asked him. "For some reason, I can't say. I hope you will review the evidence of the woman's accusation immediately. If you find out that you have identified the wrong person, then forget it." "I'm afraid it won't be so easy!" Xiao Chuan smiled slightly.It was a cold, mocking smile. "yes……" "That's right."

Ogawa held a cigarette in front of him, as if feeding a captured mouse. "There's really no way." The man said, taking out his cigarette, "Then please call Sergeant Yamura from the Investigative Section 1 of the Metropolitan Police Department." "Call Sergeant Yamura?" Xiao Chuan's hand, which was about to light a cigarette, stopped in mid-air and stared at this person. —that he should know that tall man, that frighteningly thin, silent, unsociable Yamura. "okay." Xiao Chuan took the cigarette, thought about it for a while, and then.Picked up the phone.

About an hour later, Yamura from the Metropolitan Police Department came. "What's going on? This is..." Yamura narrowed his eyes and looked at the man.That gaze.Sharp as an eagle.In these eagle eyes.The prosecutor of the Criminal Division of the Tokyo District Public Prosecutor's Office - Du Qiudongren was reflected. "What happened, please ask the criminal policeman." A wry smile crossed Du Qiu's face.Even if the woman Mizusawa Keiko misidentified the wrong person and mistook the current prosecutor as a robber and rapist, spreading it would cause an uproar.Therefore, he did not reveal his name.

"Sheriff Yamura—" Ogawa with a pair of leopard eyes.Wrinkles of dissatisfaction formed between his brows. "Please explain his identity first, how about?" "There's a reason why it's inconvenient to say here." Shi Cun only said this. Ogawa suppressed his nameless anger and told Yamura what happened. Du Qiu listened silently.Yamura is an unpleasant person, about thirty years old, with the appearance of a dead tree.But in reality it is like a viper.Viper-like eyes are terrifying.and.Just as there are organs on both sides of the cheeks of the viper that can track infrared rays, and it can also hit the prey in the dark with perfect accuracy, Yamura's sensitivity to track criminals and the ruthlessness of the viper are also hidden in his thin cheeks. However.Today he did not rashly say Du Qiu's name. "So. Did you do it?" Yamura shot at Du Qiu with his stern gaze. "You don't believe me?" Du Qiu was a little stunned. "I don't trust anyone." "That's it..." From Yamura's eyes, Du Qiu felt that there was a demon claw that was chasing after him.Just as he hated Yamura, Yamura obviously hated himself.About two months ago, a homicide occurred.Yamura, who advocated suicide, and Du Qiu, who advocated homicide, faced each other tit-for-tat and refused to give in. A deep ditch that was difficult to fill was dug between the two. The reason why Du Qiu called Yamura was definitely not because he was one of his own.Instead, he felt that Yamura was the most suitable to deal with this sudden incident.Although the two of them had a quarrel that could not be tolerated, regardless of personal prejudices, Du Qiu firmly believed in Yamura's keen insight.However, when he saw Yamura's meaningful eyes at this moment, Du Qiu immediately felt the seriousness of his position. At this time, another criminal policeman brought in a young man who looked like a staff member. As soon as he saw Du Qiu, he immediately showed a look of surprise. "That's the man, that's right! He's the one who stole things!" The man yelled. "Although I don't know the name and address, it can be identified now." Ogawa said, "About an hour before you broke into Keiko Mizusawa's apartment, you went to the apartment of Toshiaki Teraden to steal. At this time, you met someone who had just returned. Siding, you were forced to come out. These two apartments are on the same street, and we have also received a report of his murder." "How is it possible?" Du Qiu only had this sentence. "how can that be possible……" "That night, at that time, where were you?" Yamura slowly turned his head. "Sheriff Yamura." Ogawa said. "Please don't interfere." "As I've said, there's a reason—" "We have reasons too." Xiao Chuan did not back down. "I can't provide any proof of alibi..." Du Qiu said, the end of the sentence became a little vague. "At that time, I was following a suspect in a case. Yes, at that time, I think I was in Kabuki Street in Shinjuku." "Following the suspect?" Xiao Chuan felt that things were getting complicated. "Ask the director for instructions." Yamura said.There was no enthusiasm in his eyes.