Chapter 19 second quarter

I came to the information desk and saw two tall men in gray suits standing there.Seeing me coming, the two nodded slightly. "Are you Mr. Noichiro?" said one of them. "yes." "I regret to inform you that your wife passed away unfortunately, and it is suspected that she was murdered. Please go to the scene with us." "Ah, yes, but actually..." Before I could say "I am the murderer", the two criminal policemen had strode forward.In desperation, I had to keep up. "We express our deep sympathy for this kind of incident. Now we are doing our best to investigate and will definitely arrest the murderer." After getting into the car, the criminal police next to him said energetically.

"But, er, to be honest. I was the murderer." "what?" "I killed my wife, and now I surrender myself..." Seemingly unable to understand the meaning of my words, the criminal policeman rolled his eyes for a long time, then suddenly came back to his senses, and asked the colleague who was driving: "Hey, how should we deal with this situation?" The criminal policeman who was driving looked ahead and pondered with his head sideways. "You haven't gone through the formalities of surrendering yourself?" he asked me. "The information desk told me to go through the reporting procedures first..."

"That means it hasn't been done yet?" "you could put it that way." "Is this considered surrender on the spot?" said the criminal policeman next to him. "Maybe." "What should we do in this situation?" "When the case was reported to the family of the victim, the family confessed to the crime, right? How to deal with it... In short, let's ask the situation first." "Can you deal with surrender immediately?" "It's hard to say, and I'm not sure. How about asking family members first?" "Yes, it's safer this way." The criminal policeman next to me nodded, looked at me and said, "Leave aside the surrender for now, please answer the question as the victim's husband first."

"yes." "Do you have any clues about your wife's murder?" "Huh?" I couldn't help being dumbfounded.I killed the person, where would I have any clues?Thinking of this, I looked at the criminal policeman blankly, and the criminal policeman also had a helpless expression, as if saying, "Actually, I don't want to ask such a stupid question." "I can't think of anyone else who would kill her." In desperation, I could only answer like this. "Has she ever mentioned who she has a grudge with, or received harassing calls?"

"I don't know if she has any grievances with anyone, and I haven't received any harassing calls." "How is your wife doing recently? Is there anything unusual?" "A little hysterical," I replied immediately. "Eh, for example?" "Actually, I raised a canary with a very beautiful coat color. I have been raising it very cherished until now. But when I woke up this morning, I saw its beautiful feathers scattered all over the room, and it died in the feather pile In the middle, I asked my wife what was going on, and she showed me the dress, saying that the canary had shit on it, and she was obviously to blame, since she shouldn't have put the dress under the birdcage, but she She didn't understand it at all. She said that she pulled the canary out of the cage in a fit of anger and tried to throw it out the window, but the bird was flying around the room, which made her even more angry, and raised the handle of the vacuum cleaner. Beat the bird to death. She was still smiling abominably as she said it, and now I flew into a rage and put a towel around her neck—”

"Stop!" The policeman reached out and stopped me. "It will be difficult for us to talk about this now. Since you mentioned that your wife is hysterical, let's get to know her character and character." He took out a standardized answer sheet from the side, "First of all, the first question, Is your wife impatient? 1. Irritable. 2. Relatively impatient. 3. Average. 4. Slow. 5. Slow. Please answer the options." "Choose one, be impatient." "Second question, is your wife neurotic? 1. Neurotic. 2. Relatively neurotic. 3. Average. 4. Thick lines. 5. Thick lines."

"Choose five, don't look at her hysterical, but she is very careless." "The third question. Is your wife extroverted? One, extroverted. Two, relatively extroverted. Three, average. Fourth, relatively introverted. Fifth, introverted." "Choose one, but rather than saying she's extroverted, it's better to say that she has an empty mind and doesn't think about anything." I kept asking questions like this, and after the criminal police heard my answer, they blacked out the corresponding columns on the answer sheet one by one. "Is this going to be entered into the computer too?" I asked.

"Yes, it can be used to understand the personality characteristics of the victim and infer what type of crime she is likely to be involved in." I thought to myself, even if I didn't do this kind of thing, the murderer would already be here.But I still keep my mouth shut. The criminal policeman put down the standardized answer sheet and began to ask other questions. "Please tell me when and where you last saw your wife." "See my wife? Do you mean when she was alive?" "certainly." "It was around eight o'clock this morning, at my house."

"Did she have any abnormal behavior at that time?" "Like I said, hysterical about the canaries." "About the canary..." The detective wrote it down in his notepad, looked at me and said, "The following is just a formal inquiry..." "what is the problem?" "The time of your wife's death is presumed to be around 8:00 to 9:00 this morning. Where were you during this time?" I couldn't figure out the meaning of this question for a while, so I couldn't help but froze on the spot.The criminal police repeated it again, and finally added a sentence: "To put it bluntly, it is to investigate the alibi."

"Ah, I don't have an alibi, I was there." "Where is the scene?" "My Home." "Just to be on the safe side, please give me the address and phone number." My head hurts again. "Room 205, Lakeside Apartment, No. 2, 4-chome, Onion Town, Tieguo City, the phone number is..." I said a little self-destructively. "The question is over, thank you for your cooperation." The policeman bowed his head and said immediately, "Then, let's proceed with the procedure of surrender." "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Thankfully, I finally heard that, and I sighed in relief.If you surrender yourself, you will be arrested, but now I don't think it's so scary. "The countermeasures for those who surrender themselves are..." The criminal policeman took out a pocket-sized dictionary-like book from his pocket, flipped through it, and muttered, "Oh, this really doesn't work." "What's wrong?" asked the policeman who was driving. "The so-called surrender, the place where he surrenders is very important. In his case, it should be regarded as being in the police station, so according to the regulations, he must be interrogated in the surrender reception room of the police station. It is not appropriate to be in the patrol car." "Surrender yourself to the reception room? Is there such a place?" I asked, "As I said just now, the information desk told me to report to the window first." "Oh, that's right." The criminal policeman who drove the car replied, "The surrender reception room only accepts surrenders for cases that are being investigated by the bureau, so you need to report the case first." "But this is very strange. There is no precedent for him to turn himself in as soon as a murder happens, right?" "Usually in this case, you should call to report the crime, and then the investigators rushed to the scene, and I was waiting at the same place. After confirming that the case was true, the murderer applied to surrender on the spot, and the investigators immediately went through the corresponding procedures. Once he left the scene, he rushed to the police station , things get complicated." "It's all my fault for panicking." I apologized to them. "Anyway, surrenders are not accepted in the patrol car," said the policeman next to him, "Let's go to the scene first." The patrol car drove to a familiar street and stopped in front of the apartment I was tired of seeing, and I walked to my house with two criminal police officers.A crowd of onlookers quickly crowded around the patrol car. A large number of investigators came to the crime scene with two rooms and one living room, and everyone was wearing gray suits.Is this also a requirement of the regulations? "Police Department, this is the victim's husband." The criminal police introduced me to a plump man with a red face. The man bowed deeply: "We express our deep sympathy for this kind of incident. Now we are doing our best to investigate and will definitely arrest the murderer." These words are exactly the same as what he heard in the patrol car just now. "Police department, this matter is a bit troublesome..." The criminal policeman who came with me whispered to the police department for a while, and the face of the police department immediately changed from sunny to cloudy. "What's wrong, the procedure is in the wrong order?" He smacked his lips as he spoke. "Did I do something wrong?" I asked in trepidation. "After completing the reporting procedures, you should go to the information desk right away. Because after you report the case, the case will be investigated and handled by the Bureau. At this time, if you go to the information desk again, they will guide you to the surrender reception room." "That's right, but no one told me..." "There should be a notice in the waiting room, but some people complain that it is too inconspicuous and easy to miss." "Oh. Anyway, I just want to surrender myself..." "We can't help you if you say that. You surrendered yourself to the police station, right? So you can't go through the formalities here." The statement of the police department was exactly the same as that of the criminal policeman who brought me here. "Then I'm going to the police station now." "Wait a minute, you still have to play the role of the victim's husband." The police department grabbed my wrist with astonishing strength. According to the requirements of the criminal police present, I led them to the bedroom where the wife was killed.The wife maintained the posture when she was killed, lying on her back on the bed. "Is this really your wife?" the detective asked. "Yes." I replied.This is downright stupid. "Do you have any impression of this?" The criminal police handed out a towel, which was a gift I got when I was shopping at a nearby electrical store. "Yes, here are the towels from home." "Where do you usually put it?" "It should be next to the dresser." "When was the last time you saw it?" "This morning." "Have you used it?" "Strangled my wife's neck with it." "I'm just asking if you've used it. Have you used it?" "used." The criminal policeman was taking notes solemnly.