Chapter 18 The Confused Murderer
Chapter 18 The Confused Murderer
Ivy Holly is a holy place for learning, where you can feel the strong learning atmosphere. It is also the paradise for countless children who dream of becoming civil servants or police officers.
To put it simply, there is a pre-exam training academy here.
As for why Qinghai Chuantang came here, to put it simply, it was because it was bored.
However, the biggest reason is that I heard there is a low-price supermarket here where the things are extremely cheap.
And this rumored supermarket is right opposite her - Wal-Mart.
The decoration is not exquisite, it looks very ordinary and even a bit old. But the things inside are really cheap, some are even half the price of large supermarkets, it feels like the more you buy, the more cost-effective it is.
Consumers are such a magical group of people. As long as you grasp their psychology well, they will buy a lot of things unconsciously.
When he was about to enter the store, Qinghai Chuantang suddenly noticed a piece of paper on the side. Under the big red "Warning", it said: There are 20 surveillance cameras in the store. If you are caught stealing, the price of the goods will be multiplied by 500 times! No mercy, call the police immediately, begging for mercy is useless.
The corner of Qinghai Chuantang's mouth twitched involuntarily. The number of surveillance cameras in this store was equivalent to the total number of surveillance cameras in several shopping malls added together.
After hesitating for a while, I finally left Walmart without buying anything.
Walking on the street, you can see banners hanging in many places, and colorful flags flying in some places. These are nothing more than some ways of advertising for their own colleges.
He randomly chose one and followed the instructions to go to the second floor.
There are quite a few people inside, and it seems that there are many people with a spirit of dedication, which makes Qinghai Chuantang deeply impressed.
"The first 100 people to register will enjoy a 10% discount"
OK, she signed up!
When he was told that he was ranked 101st, Qinghai Chuantang felt his heart broken. Why did he have such a poor physique?
Qinghai Chuantang's purpose is not really to take the exam and become a policeman or something, but to learn something from it.
When faced with various tricks, it is usually the detective who comes out and finally points out who the murderer is. For the criminal police, all they have to do is find the murderer and then ask about the trick. This is the biggest difference between the two.
19:45 pm -
Qinghai Chuantang came to Teng Dongqing again and went to the designated classroom to prepare for class.
On the way here, everyone seemed to be in a hurry. Some were even reading books while walking, looking too hardworking and serious.
Arriving at the classroom door, she thought she had arrived early enough. Unexpectedly, there were many sticky notes with names and numbers written on them in the corridor. She felt a little strange and couldn't help but blurt out: "What is this?"
"Entry is based on the order of the note numbers. If you want a spot, write your name and number on the note and then line up at the back."
A male voice appeared behind her and answered her question.
Qinghai Chuantang looked down along the note and saw that it was no exaggeration to say that there was a long queue, which went all the way to the corner.
"As long as the evidence is irrefutable, everyone generally believes that the person is guilty. But even if the evidence is irrefutable, there are countless cases where the person ended up being not guilty. Reliable evidence does not mean that the person is guilty. You still need others to believe it."
At the podium, Qinghai Chuantang nodded frequently after listening to the lecturer's words.
During the four-hour course, she did not feel sleepy at all. Instead, she felt as if she had gained some enlightenment.
No wonder it's so easy for an organization to have undercover agents. It seems the threshold is too low. If they had to go through a lot of trials and tribulations and go through layers of selection, perhaps the probability of undercover agents appearing would be lower. No, the ones left would be the elite undercover agents among the elite.
Maybe it will attract more undercover agents. After all, I have never seen any gangs that collect protection fees need undercover agents. They are all international criminal organizations.
The more standardized and strict the management is, the more likely it is to attract other people's attention.
Qinghai Chuantang suddenly realized that he was indeed a good boss. It seemed that his previous guess was correct, and the organization was not as simple as it seemed.
Everything is just as planned.
Day 3, 50: a.m.—
Qinghai Chuantang yawned and looked at the pedestrians on Teng Dongqing Street. He felt that these children were really working hard. But it would be more accurate to say that they were working hard rather than working hard.
The time when I was like this was probably when I was in my senior year of high school. In order to get into a good university, I almost neglected food and sleep.
They ran forward, as if trying to get a good position.
Qinghai Chuantang remembers a girl with a ponytail who always sat in the best seat. When he met her on the road, she always walked while reading the contents of the book. She also wore headphones, listening to the contents in the book, and covered one ear with her other hand, as if she was isolated from the outside world.
Only I don't seem to be in a hurry at all.
Probably because of different purposes.
So when she arrived at the classroom, there was still a long queue. She was curious about how long ago the girl with the ponytail had arrived.
And that person was standing next to a pile of sticky notes.
When she was about to step forward to ask, the other party covered his nose and ran towards the bathroom.
On the note, in addition to the person's serial number and name, there were a few drops of blood.
"Tomomi Mori."
Qinghai Chuantang silently remembered the name.
When everyone sat down in the classroom, Mori Tomomi finally arrived, but everyone was concentrating on studying and didn't pay attention.
There was a bloodstain on her right elbow, as if it had been rubbed on.
If you have a nosebleed, is this how you should wipe it?
Qinghai Chuantang looked at his right elbow and felt something was strange.
"Everyone here, do you think you will definitely pass the exam? I tell you, these are just illusions. Maybe everyone will fail. Do you understand? Please remember that the relationship between you candidates is not friendship, but rivalry. If you don't want to be trapped in Ivy League for the rest of your life, then work harder and finish early to move forward, right?"
Just as he finished speaking, the bell finally rang.
The four-hour class finally came to an end.
"Okay, that's all for today. See you tomorrow."
Just as everyone was packing up and preparing to leave, two men in suits walked in and showed their IDs.
"We are from the Metropolitan Police Department. Please stay quietly in your seats and do not move around."
Putting the ID back into his pocket, Megure Jusan looked up at the lecturer and asked, "Who is Mori Tomomi?"
"just in front."
Megure Juzo walked in front of Mori Tomomi.
This made her feel a little strange, so she looked up and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Ms. Tomomi, you are under arrest for the murder of Inamura Kusuke. Please come with us."
"what?"
Mori Tomomi had a confused expression on her face, as if she had no idea what was going on.
"Ms. Tomomi, please stand up and come with us."
She was forcibly taken away from here, along with her belongings.
When they passed by him, Qing Haichuantang noticed that there was some blood on the soles of Mori Zhimei's shoes. There was also blood on the side of the heel of her left shoe, as if she had been caught by someone.
"Please study hard."
The moment the door was closed, everything here ended.
How could a child who is so busy studying and whose exam time is approaching want to kill someone?
Inside the Metropolitan Police Department——
"I heard that you don't usually go to that alley."
"It was too late that day, so we had no choice but to go there, or we would have to take a long detour."
"So, since you saw the deceased, why didn't you choose to report it at that time?"
"I did not see anything."
However, blood of the deceased Inamura Sosuke was found on Mori Tomomi's clothes and shoes.
In response, Tomomi Mori explained that she thought it was just her nosebleed.
It's a new day, and today, there are classes.
She looked at the man in front of her and pleaded, "Can you let me out for a while? I have an important class today."
However, the other party rejected her.
"Ms. Tomomi, you are being arrested on suspicion of murder."
"Killing people? I don't have time." Mori Tomomi found it a little funny. "This is the last time. Can you please return my books and notebooks to me? There is not much time left for the exam."
The man said unhappily, "Now is the time to think about taking the test? You might end up in jail!"
His meaning was very clear, that is, to make the other party explain everything clearly. If it was not her doing, the police would naturally look for evidence to prove it. If there was no definite evidence, then the bloodstains alone would be enough to conclude that she was the murderer.
"I studied 18 hours a day and prepared for three years. It would be better to go to jail than to fail the exam and go back to Ivy League."
Mori Tomomi's words sound like a broken jar.
Normally, eight hours of study a day is enough. But at Ivy League, there is a widely circulated "14-hour rule", which means: if you study less than 14 hours a day, you will fail the exam.
That's why these people work so hard.
The Qinghai Begonia, on the other hand, seems somewhat out of place, at least among the Ivy Holly.
People who have no emotions and exist only for exams can be called "exam maniacs". In fact, many people here are like Mori Tomomi. Here, you must be alone: eat alone, study alone, because only in this way can you survive.
An exam is not about two people or a group of people supporting each other, but about one person facing a huge enemy.
At night, in the detention center, Tomomi Mori looked at the book in her hands in the dim light. She didn't dare to read out loud, for fear of disturbing others.
Just watching, she couldn't help but shed tears.
It’s not because I’m being wronged, but tomorrow’s class is very important. If I miss it again, I might have to fail this last exam.
"Article 249 of the Criminal Law, Paragraph of the Crime of Intimidation, stipulates that anyone who intimidates another person to make him hand over property shall be sentenced to imprisonment of not more than ten years."
Mori Tomomi muttered to herself.
Most Japanese police officers graduate from regular schools, pass exams and receive training, and then work in the National Police Agency or Police Headquarters.
Japan's civil service examination system: Japanese examinations generally regard the "graduation level" related to academic qualifications as one of the necessary conditions. For example, the national civil service has a Category 1 examination for university graduates, a Category 2 examination for junior college graduates, and a Category 3 examination for high school graduates.
Japanese civil servants have already set their "lifelong" career when they are classified by examination. Theoretically, the "elites" who pass the first category examination can become directors, and may even advance to the vice-ministerial level. Because in Japan, the top leaders of central ministries and agencies are all politicians. Therefore, the highest peak of the civil service is the vice-minister of affairs in each province who is responsible for daily work.
In comparison, the prospects of Category 2 and Category 3 civil servants are much worse. At best, they can only become a village head (equivalent to a section chief in China).
(End of this chapter)