Chapter 18 first quarter

"Welcome back to Chaos." Tokyo greets us with these words. We met the criminal police car coming from Tokyo halfway, so we changed from the county police car to the criminal police car and returned to Tokyo.As soon as they entered Tokyo, the sound of a helicopter was heard overhead.We obviously avoided it for fear of not being able to, but once again became the protagonist of the inexplicable commotion. Mr. Tamura, who was in charge of the police department, used Shimazaki's analogy to describe his appearance as "terribly ugly".He was as strong as a mountain, and his voice was terrifyingly rough.Knowing that a large number of the police are such people, I will never die as a bad boy.

"Please let us ask some questions first," Tamura Police Department said. "Originally, you should have a meeting with Mr. Ogata, but he is still under anesthesia." There is a small "counter" in my head, which is responsible for receiving the messages received by the brain from the outside, and after it has covered the sending and receiving stamps, all the materials are distributed to the responsible units.All homework is as fast as tachyons, and I usually don't notice these processes at all-unless I suddenly encounter unfamiliar terms that I don't know which unit to distribute to.

The counter in my head is now in a mess: which unit is responsible for this sentence? "So I didn't feel anything all at once. I looked up at my mother, and she also looked dull.It's as if the counter in her head has put up a "This window is closed" sign and slipped away. Then, her face became paler and paler, and her eyelids trembled, like the indicator light of a fully automatic washing machine blinking when it was draining. "My husband's hurt?" Ma murmured, and then rushed over like she was going to throw the big police department down and yelled: "Is he injured? Why? What happened to my husband? Is it serious? Will he die?"

"Don't panic, Mrs. Ogata, please calm down." The police department opened their big hands, and pressed Mom's shoulders like yokozuna did to a child wrestler in a sumo charity performance. "He was not life-threatening, he just fell off the cliff slightly." "Fall off a cliff?" Mom's eyes widened. "cliff?" "It's actually not that serious. Although it's a cliff, it's only about two stories high..." "Two floors?" "Mom," I couldn't take it anymore, so I came in to coordinate, "Please calm down!"

Mom completely forgot about my existence, instead she pressed the police department more fiercely. "Falling from a height of two floors will still kill you! But you said he only fell slightly? You said slightly?" "Mrs. Ogata..." The police department spread its hands and looked up at the sky like Domingo in singing.Uh, no... Domingo fans, sorry. Domingo himself is much handsomer. "I'm really sorry, I said the wrong thing. Mr. Ogata was hospitalized with a broken foot and was the only noble victim of this incident." "victim?!" Mom's voice was more than an octave higher.I put my hands over my face.

"You mean, my husband is dead?!" No, no, Mrs. Ogata, I made a slip of the tongue——Mom passed out before the police department hastily added this sentence to correct it. Because of this situation, I was alone in a room of the local police station and listened to the Tamura Police Department explain.This criminal policeman is an old smoker. I think he must have broken his heart because of this, and his breathing is rough and fast.Every time he moved, the chair creaked and looked at him like a bull.I made up my mind again: O God!I will never learn to be bad. "Well, please tell me first, what happened from yesterday to today? Don't worry, just speak slowly."

I stammered and started to explain, Mr. Police Department took notes.If my words were reversed, or the subject was unclear, or the time was wrong, Mr. Constable would insert some clever questions to untangle the tangled threads.Although he looks terrifying, his skills are similar to those of the teachers in the psychological counseling room. After I finished speaking, Mr. Police Department let out a big breath, causing a mountain of soot to be blown up together.The detective directly behind me was sprayed with soot and coughed hard. "Oh, sorry." Mr. Police Department slapped him with his big hand. "I see, I see."

"I feel no danger at all," I said. It really is.The only time I feel in danger is when I drop that shotgun.But I didn't say a word about taking a shotgun from that sports car.The driver must be planning to go to the shooting range, it has nothing to do with the incident.It's worse than death for me to confess to this police gentleman that I stole shotgun cartridges.To quote Ayako's mantra: "Absolutely not!" "So, it's hard for me to believe that we were kidnapped and held for ransom, and it's the same now. Is it real? Isn't it a prank?"

The police department stared at me. "It's not a prank, because the ransom has been taken." "How much?" "Five hundred million rounds." The criminal police behind replied.Police Department Tamura propped up his flat nose nostrils and nodded, "It's as much as your mother's bequest." The first call was to Dad at about seven o'clock last night, just when Mom and I had just arrived at the "log cabin". "Your wife and child are in our hands. Don't call the police, and get the money ready immediately. Five hundred million in cash, don't say you don't have it—that's about the content of the call."

It was a man's voice on the phone. "However, it was very easy to get a voice changer recently, and then the same person called two or three times. After analyzing the voiceprint with the phone recording, I realized that the caller should be a woman." "Can you tell if the voice has changed?" "Certainly. The police have good heads." It doesn't look very good... "So," the police department lit up a cigarette and continued, "your father informed us immediately. As a citizen, this is a very correct attitude. At 7:48 in the evening, our special crime investigation team was divided Played two ways."

In order not to let the neighbors find out, Mr. Police Department and his two subordinates dressed up as workers cleaning pipelines.This incident was told to me by other detectives later, but fortunately he did not tell me, otherwise I would have laughed outright on the spot. "The next call came at exactly 8:30 p.m., saying she wanted your dad to see evidence that the two hostages were in her possession, at a construction site in southern Saitama Prefecture. She asked your dad to go alone, But of course we followed behind secretly. At 10:02 in the evening, your father found the evidence and confirmed that it belonged to you and your mother." I knew what that "evidence" was before Mr. Police told me. "Is it my T-shirt and my mom's polo?" The police department nodded vigorously. At this point, no further explanation is needed.That "Mr. Nitta"—the one who came to pick us up by car, got us wrong, and called the office frequently, saying that he was not sure about driving at night, and let us stay at the "log cabin" for one night. ", the prisoner pretended to be.The real Mr. Nitta has been acting together with lawyer Maekawa, worrying about our safety. In other words, that "Mr. Nitta" was an accomplice of the kidnappers. "Before the kidnappers called your father, lawyer Qianchuan started to feel strange because he went to the rental building to pick you up and your mother but didn't pick up anyone. That lawyer probably worked in that line of business, and immediately felt something was wrong. He I didn't expect it to be a kidnapping, but I just noticed something wrong. It's really strange that the two of you have disappeared without a trace despite having made an appointment with both of you." Attorney Maekawa immediately contacted Dad.After the police arrived at the rental building, they quietly conducted an investigation. People who lived nearby said that around three o'clock in the afternoon, they saw my mother and I going out in a white car driven by a young man. "At this point, we know it's true and not a prank." If you think about it carefully, there are indeed unnatural places.On the phone yesterday, lawyer Maekawa told me to "depart from here in the evening", but the car that picked us up arrived at three o'clock.Even if the days are short in winter, three o'clock in the afternoon is not called "evening". The reason why we were fooled by that "Mr. Nitta" was because I had met him once before and completely believed that he was from a law firm.So when I said yesterday "Doesn't Mom know him", and Mom replied "No, it's the first time we met", neither my mother nor I thought it was strange. "This is where the prisoner is smart." Tamura Police Department said unhappily. "The man in charge of picking you up may have been waiting for an opportunity to gain your trust in advance. It's not a coincidence that you met him at West Funabashi." He took the initiative to talk to me, let me get in the car, intentionally or unintentionally let me see the evidence of his work in the law firm, and won my trust.But that level of knowledge can be learned without working in a law firm; and as long as you have the heart, it is not difficult to get the envelope from Maekawa Law Firm. But seeing that envelope in person, people will still be deceived.This is a very simple psychological trick. "As long as you can fool you, it's easy to come again. As long as it's not too outrageous, mothers will not doubt people who are good to their children." "It was the same on the day of the kidnapping. As long as we can be tricked into getting into the car and heading to different destinations, things will be easy. It is also planned to pour coffee on us and ask us to change clothes in the rest area near Sagami Lake. When handing the paper cup to Mom, just stagger the time a little bit, it's very simple. "He said he was going to put the changed clothes in the trunk, but he actually handed them over to the nearby accomplices. Or he would throw them on the ground for the accomplices to pick up..." Those clothes were sent to the construction site in Saitama County at 10 o'clock that night and became evidence of "kidnapping". "After your father discovered the evidence, he insisted on asking the bank to open the door and withdraw all 500 million yuan. In such an emergency, the bank will not hesitate. Then we began to wait for the prisoner to contact..." It doesn't sound like much now, but it is said that when I was waiting, it was really terrible.Not because the wait time is excruciating, but because a bunch of irrelevant calls come in while you wait. That's right.After Dad got back to the apartment, as soon as he picked up the phone line, the prank calls and harassing calls started again; "Every time the phone rang, your dad rushed over to answer it. It turned out to be a prank call. He hung up the phone angrily, and then called again. This situation kept repeating. Your dad was afraid that when answering these calls, the real The kidnappers called, and because they couldn’t get through, they killed you or your mother in a fit of anger. Thinking of this, your father’s life would be worse than death.” So, when I called home at 1:30 last night, it wasn't Dad who answered the phone, and that's why. When I told the police about this, his eyes widened in surprise.It made me wonder if I should reach under the police department's face and help him catch the eyeball that fell out. "So it was you who called it... At that time, your father was lying flat because of dizziness, so I picked it up for him." "So that was the voice of Mr. Police Department?" "Yeah. But why would you suddenly want to call your dad at a time like that?" What should I do... Do I want to tell the truth?But the story is long and troublesome, and it will involve housework—when I was hesitating whether to say it, Mr. Police Department slowly stood up from the chair, opened his lips to the left and right, and smiled happily . He approached my face and whispered two words: "Quick move." I recruited.One hundred and fifty recruited. While I was explaining, Mr. Police Department folded his hands on his stomach, his chin drooped to his chest, and he kept silent.After talking about it, Mr. Police Department's hands became tighter and tighter, and finally turned into a big knot, which made me a little worried. Most of the people who love to hear stories about pen fairy and ghosts are women and children. If they are men, even adults, there are many people who hate or are afraid of hearing such stories.I think Mr. Police Department might be the same kind of person. "I'm not sure I really saw a ghost. But . . . Mr. Police, are you all right?" Mr. Police Department still frowned, only rolled his eyes to look at me. "you ask me?" "Yeah. Does this kind of thing make you uncomfortable?" "Why do you think so?" "Because you've been hugging yourself into a ball." Mr. Police Department looked down at his hands.If there is a mirror, I really want him to look at it. "Is it weird?" "Weird." "My back is very itchy," he continued in the same position, "right in the middle of my back. No matter which hand I use, I can't reach it. It's disgusting!" It turned out to be a thousand miles away from what I thought.Without even thinking about it, I said, "Do you want me to catch it for you?" I went around behind Mr. Constable's chair, reached in through the hem of his jacket, and grabbed the center of his muscular back. Mr. Police Department groaned contentedly: "Oh, it's so comfortable. Well, one case after another, when I was called to deal with your kidnapping case, I was running around investigating another case. So, even today is one I haven't changed my shirt for a week, no wonder my back is itchy." I immediately stopped scratching.Of course. "Oh, thank you!" After the police department finished speaking, he sat down on the chair safely.The whole expression relaxed. "Don't worry about your hell." "Are you saying I misread it?" "That's not true." "Or is it impossible for ghosts to exist in the world?" "I don't know about that." Mr. Police Department thought hard with a serious expression, and then said. "The interrogation room is not for discussing such topics. However, you can just take the ghost you saw as Naoki Sawamura, which is more reasonable. If you say that the ghost you saw at that time was not him, but Your dead grandpa, that would be nerve-wracking." I don't understand Mr. Police Department at all. "It's okay, you will understand in the future." Mr. Police Department concluded on his own. When I think of the scene I saw last night, I feel as if someone has brushed my back with a frozen brush, and I feel hairy.Still, it's weird that I feel this way. Because, to me, Sawamura might be my real father.But before he was alive, I never saw him even once.In this way, even if it is a ghost, I should want to see him, right? "Am I heartless?" I murmured.In the end, as expected of Mr. Police Department, he seems to understand the meaning of my words completely. "Because you're afraid of ghosts?" "……Ok." "Of course you will be afraid. No matter what you see, as long as you think it is a ghost, you will naturally be afraid." I didn't speak. "Listen," continued Mr. Constable, "if a man dies and shows up, it doesn't matter who he is—the person he loved most when he was alive is still afraid. That's why death is sad, and everyone is afraid of death. Because , will be forgotten when you die.” I looked up and saw the serious eyes of Mr. Police Department. "That's why it's said that one death is a hundred. Do you understand?" "Understand." "Very good." Mr. Police Department nodded. "However, your child's imagination is really rich." "How to say?" "It's just that when I heard a strange man answer the phone, I immediately thought of my father killing his mistress and abandoning her body. As a result, the matter was exposed and the criminal police came to the house to investigate something." However, our mentor said: "Imagination is the driving force behind human evolution"! "Is she irrelevant to this case?" That beautiful woman who desperately wanted money, but most importantly had a poor head, couldn't have planned this plan.Still, I'll ask. "Actually, we were the first to investigate her residence," Mr. Police replied, "because we think the possibility of her being involved in the kidnapping is very high." "can you?" "It's a matter of chance. She's the one who fell out with your father, and she's got money troubles." However, she had nothing to do with it.She hadn't been in Japan since four days ago, on a ten-day tour around Europe. "It was with another man." Mr. Police added. "It's so fast." "This is also an alternative life wisdom." Mr. Police Department reclined his chair again, lit a cigarette, and began to puff.The detective standing behind stood up very cleverly, picked up the teapot on the corner of the table, poured a cup of tea, and handed it over to me. "But Mr. Police Department, now that you think about it, the call I made last night was dangerous, right?" "You mean?" "Because if I said a word casually at that time, the prisoner's plan would be ruined?" Mr. Police Department looked annoyed. "Exactly." The real prisoner called to find out how to pay the ransom at 1:40 in the middle of the night. "They actually asked for money to be exchanged for jewelry at that time." "Jewelry?" "'Poseidon's Grace', do you know?" What? !The prisoner even asked for a full 500 million yuan to buy "Poseidon's Favor".The pair of jewels, which looked like ghost cards, appeared again in an unlucky way. "Fortunately, the 'Kagami' jewelry store was also very helpful. Although it was midnight, the store manager was very quick to come forward." At the beginning, Kagami's store manager said that due to various reasons, the price was raised to 500 million. The jewelry was originally only worth 300 million, so only 300 million is fine.But the police objected. "The prisoner asked to 'buy it for 500 million won'. Moreover, they got the money in the form of jewels, and they may ask Kagami to 'buy it for the same amount' next time. Then there is absolutely no way to sell famous jewels. Yes, we can't cause trouble for Kagami." Dad didn't object to the police's approach either. "They said they would call the delivery time, and they also instructed to mark the jewelry bag with fluorescent paint, and then asked your father to drive a car with a mobile phone alone, and go to Changpan at three o'clock in the morning. Highway, drive in the direction of Kashiwa City." However, it is not actually necessary to drive to Kashiwa City.After ten past three, the prisoner called the mobile phone in the car. "They asked your dad to slow down at Shimohanawa as soon as he crossed the Edogawa River, and throw down the bag containing 'Poseidon's Grace'. They also said, 'Anyway, there are police driving with you, so you can't slow down even a bit. There's going to be a car accident'." Dad did as directed.Thirty minutes later, the prisoner called again. "They said the hostages were staying at Saw Mountain in Chiba. We rushed over there with your dad, who was already in a semi-crazy state at that time, so..." Halfway through the search, he rushed too fast and fell off the cliff.Although the height was only two or three meters, he still broke his leg. "And it was also attacked by a snake." "There are snakes in that place?" "Yes. Because there are weeds all over the mountains and fields. It was midnight at that time, and your father probably fell on a sleeping snake. Fortunately, it was not a poisonous snake, but a grass snake or something. However, your father doesn't hate long snakes the most. Is there something long?" Pa seemed to pass out because of the snake, not a broken bone. Mr. Constable went on talking, but I was hardly listening because my mind was full. dad…… Looking for me and mom's dad everywhere in a semi-crazed state. Speaking of this, Dad hates long things the most, and I forgot. like me. "—I'm so mad!" Mr. Police Department yelled, and I came back to my senses. "what?" "Aren't you listening? We set up a strict raid and checked all the cars around the scene, but there was no trace of 'Poseidon's Grace'. It's really maddening! This plan is so brilliant that even The time when you were taken away was also very cleverly arranged, only slightly staggered..." Indeed, there was no flaw in the prisoner's actions.They acted in full control of our situation. I suddenly felt startled and licked my lips. "Mr. Police Department, don't you think that lawyer Maekawa is also involved?" Mr. Police Department replied sullenly: "We are investigating now." I couldn't help but imagine how lawyer Maekawa was tortured.However, Mr. Police Department did not mean that.You really can't tell what you look like. "Does the investigation take time?" I really want to go to the hospital where my parents are, so I ask. As a result, Mr. Police Department waved his big hand and said: "It won't be long. Would you like to take this time to have a meal? Anyway, there is no way to see your parents right now. It's rare to come to the police station. Why don't you eat a pork chop meal and then go to the police station?" Let's go, this is a valuable experience." "It should be said that we hope that you will be a good citizen who rarely enters the police station." The detective behind said with a smile, and left his seat to order takeaway. The police pork chop rice is a bit salty. When Mr. Police's men came back with the report, we had already had dinner and were drinking tea in the interrogation room. "The police department, sure enough." "Really? Thank you for your hard work." I asked timidly, "what?" "On the phone of Qianchuan Law Firm..." Mr. Police Department lit a cigarette, "There are sophisticated bugs." The prisoner eavesdropped on our conversation through that, so the action was so efficient. "Lawyer Qianchuan has nothing to do with the case. Our people tricked him, but he didn't respond at all. He probably didn't know about the bug." Mr. Police Department squeezed out the cigarette vigorously and murmured, "It's really annoying." "Can the criminal be caught?" "We must be caught!" Mr. Police Department announced, and then murmured: "We must be caught, but the real mastermind behind the scenes probably won't be caught." "Why?" No matter who is behind the scenes, as long as this gentleman from the police department steps in, he will definitely surrender obediently. However, Tamura Police Department shook his strong head. "According to my opinion, the planner of this plan, that is, the real behind-the-scenes mastermind, has long since died." I was about to ask what this meant when a young policewoman called me. "Brother Yanan, I can see your parents now." When the police came to inform me of that incident, it was just as I arrived at the hospital with Police Department Tamura and went to Dad's ward.Mr. Interpol came after him out of breath, called Mr. Police Department, and spoke in an excited tone for a while.Mr. Police Department listened with a terrible smelly face, said "Got it", and urged me to go forward. "What's wrong?" "It's really disgusting," the police department was so angry that their nostrils dilated, "the bad premonition has come true." As soon as I opened the door of the ward, I saw my parents' faces were so ugly that they looked like a couple of cross talk actors who were critically ill; my father sat up from the bed, and my mother sat on a stool next to me.Dad's left foot was also hung up. As soon as he opened his mouth, Mr. Police Department said, "A report came in that made people angry." "What?" Dad leaned forward as if struggling. I approached my frightened mother, and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, this Mr. Police Department looks fierce, but he is actually a nice person." Police Department Tamura glared at us and said, "Just now, the office of actress Anzai Mari was notified." Anzai truth?I remembered, he was the one who rushed to buy "Grace of Poseidon". "They appear to have received a statement written by the late Naoaki Sawamura himself." Let's open our eyes together. "The content is - 'Poseidon's Grace' is taken away by me as a present to go to the underworld, please forgive me." There was a silence in the ward, a silence as difficult to deal with as Mr. Constable. "Also, the eldest lady who rushed to buy 'Poseidon's Grace' with Anxi Zhenzhen also received the same statement at home." The police department added angrily. Pausing for a while, Dad muttered to himself while pressing his bruised and swollen cheek. "what the hell is it?" According to Mr. Police Department's explanation at this time, coupled with the facts learned later, I learned that the matter is as follows: Naoki Sawamura beat Anzai Mari's industrialist husband to the brink of death in several fights in the past.In other words, that person didn't know how many times he had fallen under the old fox Sawamura.After finally thinking that he could snatch the duck from Sawamura's mouth this time, he was happily preparing to taste it, but when he looked carefully, he found that it was not a delicacy at all, but his own tongue. On the other hand, the socialite who fought hard with Anzai Mari, her father also suffered from Sawamura's losses several times, and was also said to be "business people who play stocks, they are simply greedy fools." Sawamura was also itching with hatred. Therefore, the only thing that makes these two people who fought for "Poseidon's favor" feel happy at the same time is that Naoki Sawamura, in his prime of fifty-five years, was bedridden with terminal cancer, and finally Die earlier than yourself. "However, Sawamura was better than them in the end." Hearing Mr. Police Department's words, Mom was at a loss. "So, you're saying that Sawamura-san arranged everything from the beginning?" "Exactly." "Why? Why would he do that?" I answered before Mr. Police Department answered.Because I get it all. "Because relying on money alone, there is no way to win over those two people and obtain 'Poseidon's Favor'." "Exactly," said Mr. Constable. Yes, that's what it is. The battle for "Poseidon's Favor" has only recently become widely known, but the whole thing has been going on since last fall.The well-informed Sawamura naturally also got the news, but he happened to be declared to have an incurable disease at that time, and he knew that he did not have many days left to live. So, he planned this whole plan.You don't need to go through bidding and bidding, and snatch the "Grace of Poseidon" from the two people who are fighting for life and death in one fell swoop. The gangster demanded "Poseidon's Grace" as a ransom—under such an emergency, it was impossible not to sell "Kagami", not to mention the money would be paid accordingly, which would not cause trouble to jewelry stores or sellers. "Who helped him?" I looked up at Mr. Police Department's big belly. "Who is that 'Mr. Nitta' and the woman on the phone?" "It must be Sawamura's accomplice." Indeed, if the execution force was Sawamura's right-hand man, it would be easy to monitor Maekawa's movements.But…… "But isn't he a lone wolf?" Hearing what I said, Mr. Police Department suddenly said something like poetry: "In this world, no one can live completely alone." "That's true, but Mr. Sawamura has no relatives..." Mr. Police Department smiled slightly, and said something like a riddle: "Didn't you just see the ghost?" "ghost?" Mr. Police Department stopped the mother who was going to ask back, and continued. "We'll talk about it another day. Anyway, the people who kidnapped you and your son have something to do with Naoki Sawamura." After a stunned silence, Dad said in a low voice, "So, what about Congzi? What about my wife's position? Is that why he bequeathed the money to my wife?" Police Department Tamura cocked his mouth in embarrassment, and replied, "It should be." "Just for that?" "Mr. Ogata, don't get too excited." "Just for that? So we're being used? Not just getting into that big mess, but getting kidnapped? We're just being used, aren't we?" "Husband..." Mom called Dad, and it's been a long time since she heard such a gentle voice, "Hubby, forget it, it's okay." "It doesn't matter!" Pa yelled. "It doesn't matter! They—what do they think other people are..." Police Department Tamura moved step by step and pressed the nurse's bell. "Mr. Ogata..." "Unforgivable! How could he do such a thing!" "Dad," I said softly, "it's like playing pool. We're made to be stars." Dad's eyes were red, and his mouth was trembling. "It turned out that I, my wife...my son..." "I understand how you feel. But don't get too excited." Then, Mr. Police Department leaned over. "Yes, yes, yes..." "Dad, are you okay?" I shook Dad hard. Dad's eyes were fixed, and suddenly he yelled "Damn it!" The voice was so loud that it almost lifted the ceiling. "I kill you!" Mr. Police Department and I were shocked by Dad's voice, and the only one who didn't move was Mom. Ma still kept her hands on her knees, staring at Pa silently.After a while, she whispered in a barely audible voice, "He's dead." Dad turned his head to look at Mom, staring at Mom as if he was gazing at someone reunited after a long absence.As if confirming that there was something new there, a good discovery, he looked at Mom steadily. Mom just smiled. "He's dead, long dead." long dead. After Mom murmured these words, she hugged Dad's head tightly and cried. Police Department Tamura touched my head with a big hand, and led me out of the ward quietly. Mr. Police Department and I sat side by side on the bench in the corridor, silently drinking the coffee milk he bought. After a while, Mr. Police Department said: "I have a stomach ulcer, and the doctor forbids me to drink coffee, so I can only drink this kind of coffee that doesn't look like coffee." "Me too. My mother said that drinking coffee is not good, so I'm not allowed to drink it." "It's a nuisance. It proves that a man is like a child in his old age." However, the big Mr. Police Department is drinking a small Tetra Pak coffee milk with a short straw, which is quite cute. "Mr. Police Department." "What's up?" "Mr. Sawamura is lying, right?" "You mean?" "He said that he would repay my mother's kindness, is it all a lie? He has long forgotten the verbal agreement twenty years ago. Now the 500 million yuan is gone, and there is no other money left." Mr. Police Department crushed the Tetra Pak that he drank with one hand, threw it into a nearby trash can, and replied, "That's not necessarily the case." "How to say?" For the first time, the police department showed a meaningful smile, and a gold tooth gleamed. "Didn't there be interest during the time it was stored in the bank? It's your mother's, and the amount should be quite large. Of course, it's much worse than 500 million yuan." Notes: