Chapter 20: The One with the Hands
Chapter 20: The One with the Hands
Inamura Sosuke's grandson is named "Inamura Tetsuya" and he also lives in Building C.
It is said that his left hand was injured and was in a cast.
But when Qinghai Chuantang rang the doorbell, no one answered, it seemed that the other party was not at home. So Qinghai Chuantang went to the Wal-Mart supermarket and asked the clerk there, hoping to get some clues.
"Tetsuya isn't often at home. He usually goes to play at Kagawa Sakata."
"Excuse me, do you know where he is now?"
"It should be a nightclub, because I was with my friends."
Qinghai Chuantang looked at the warning posted on the side, and seemed to remember something, so he asked again: "Did anyone steal anything?"
The clerk hesitated for a moment and smiled awkwardly, "Occasionally. They are all settled privately, so they won't call the police."
Then, at her request, the clerk took her to a small house on the second floor.
The decoration inside is simple and shabby. The overall gray tone can easily give people a sense of depression and make them feel a little uncomfortable.
The computer on the desk was turned on, displaying surveillance footage from the store.
On one side of the computer, there is a photo of Inamura Kusuke and a young boy, who should be his grandson.
Inamura Kusuke was holding a piece of clothing with some plant prints on it, while Inamura Tetsuya was holding a small cake in his hand.
Qinghai Chuantang took out his mobile phone and did some searching online. He did not expect that this ordinary-looking T-shirt would cost 8 yen.
Should we say, it is worthy of being a famous brand?
"It was given to me by Tetsuya," the clerk explained, "a few days before Mr. Inamura passed away. It was his birthday."
No wonder Toru Inamura still has cake in his hands.
However, the cake was too plain and small, and it didn’t look like it was bought in a cake shop, but more like it was bought in a convenience store.
Qinghai Chuantang opened a folder on the desktop, which contained videos of people who had been fined. There were not many videos, only six in total.
"Will everyone who comes here choose to go private?"
The clerk nodded and said, "No matter how long it takes, Mr. Inamura will definitely get it. Since he is a student preparing for the civil service exam, there is nothing he can do even if he is blackmailed."
"Mr. Tetsuya's hand injury was really an accident?"
"Yes, I was the one who took him to the hospital. He said he fell down the stairs and it was pretty serious. I took him to the hospital and paid for his medicine."
Medicine money?
Qing Hai Chuan Tang paused for a moment and looked up at her: "Didn't he bring his wallet?"
The clerk shook his head. "He said at the time that he accidentally lost his wallet when he fell. Then he went to Mr. Inamura to get the money and returned it to me, so I didn't take it too seriously."
Falling down the stairs and losing the wallet, this story sounds a bit unbelievable.
When Qinghai Chuantang was about to leave, he happened to run into Miyamoto Shinji.
When he saw himself, he subconsciously wanted to run away, but was caught red-handed.
"Why are you running?"
Miyamoto Shinji stammered and was unable to speak.
Qinghai Chuantang pulled up his hand to check.
When you stab someone with a knife, not only the other person will be injured, but the stabber will also be injured.
He seemed to want to pull his hand back, but it was firmly grasped.
There were no scars on his hands, so it seemed that it was not him.
"Do you have a windmill lighter?"
Qinghai Chuantang looked in the direction of the voice and saw that his right hand was wrapped in a bandage, which was not there before.
"Wait here."
After finishing speaking, Qing Hai Chuantang walked towards Ikemoto Hideyoshi.
"When did your hand get injured?"
Ikemoto Hideyoshi was visibly nervous.
"He was stabbed with a screwdriver."
His eyes didn't lie.
A person's words can deceive people, his expression can deceive people, but his eyes cannot deceive people.
Because eyes are the windows to the soul.
"Do you know if there is any club in Yangban?"
This question was asked to Shinji Miyamoto. The deeper meaning is, do you know where Toru Inamura will go?
The two had dealt with each other several times, so to some extent, they were quite familiar with each other.
"How should I know this?" Miyamoto Shinji subconsciously wanted to refute, but when he met Qinghai Chuantang's eyes, he couldn't help but feel guilty. Because the other person's face seemed to be full of a few words: Leniency for confession, severity for resistance.
“Well, I do know.”
Moreover, he knew the car driven by Tetsuya Inamura. If he really went to a certain club, then his car would definitely be visible outside.
After getting on the bus, Miyamoto Shinji excitedly took out a DV camera, because he had always had a dream, which was to be a movie director. So he thought that if he failed to pass the civil service exam, he would do this. From time to time, he would take out the DV camera and record everything around him, as if he was shooting a documentary.
The act of secretly filming the subject without obtaining their consent is called "voyeurism".
"Under Tokyo's Anti-obsession Ordinance, voyeurism is punishable by up to six months in prison and a fine of up to 6 yen."
Qing Hai Chuan Tang reminded him "kindly", but to Miyamoto Shinji, it sounded more like a threat.
He carefully hid the DV camera.
The place that Miyamoto Shinji mentioned was "street". As for why the other party was more likely to come here, it was because the water quality here was good. Of course, the more important point was that Tetsuya Inamura's car was parked nearby.
"Is there tea?"
Qinghai Chuantang tapped lightly on the steering wheel, and his meaning was very clear.
It’s hard to say about the club.
and so--
Candies, stamps. In addition to Tetsuya Inamura, there were a few rough men, some with scars on their faces, and they seemed to be of different ages.
When a few people came in, Qinghai Chuantang quietly retreated. Their different temperaments from ordinary people, as well as the bulges in their pockets, made it easy to guess their identities.
It seems that we have to wait and see.
Qinghai Chuantang closed the door considerately, but the person inside couldn't help but tremble.
"There was no wind, so how could the door suddenly close?"
"Could it be haunted?"
"Mom, help me!"
The club's good soundproofing facilities mean that people outside cannot hear their howling at all.
Qinghai Chuantang was just outside the station, waiting for people from the Metropolitan Police Department to arrive.
"Who are you? What are you doing standing here?"
The boy's voice sounded nearby.
He stood at the bottom of the stairs and looked at her with a wary look on his face.
Qinghai Chuantang walked in front of him, forcing him to take a few steps back.
When she got closer, she smelled a pungent odor on him. Looking down, she saw ointment on his wrist.
It turned out to be the case.
The light was dim, but I could still barely make out his face. He was one of the six people in the surveillance video.
"The callus on my middle finger is from writing too much. I guess I've been preparing for the exam for a long time, right?"
"who are you?"
Ishii Toshikage repeated the previous question, this time speaking much faster, obviously a little nervous.
"The scars on the fingers look like they were only there recently. It sounds absurd to have to pay 50 yen for stealing a pen. I had no choice but to accept the old man's threat because I was afraid it would affect my future."
If you have a criminal record, you cannot become a civil servant no matter how hard you study.
"So, you killed him, right?"
Before Qinghai Chuantang could finish his words, the other party had already escaped.
This inevitably made her feel a little sad. After all, according to the plot, he should have waited until she finished speaking.
Toshikage Ishii was not very lucky.
The moment he ran out of the door, he happened to meet people from the Metropolitan Police Department, a typical case of walking into a trap.
Not all cases require detectives or profilers. Their existence, in most cases, is just to speed up the resolution of the case. But it is undeniable that they also have their own advantages, and even play a vital role in many cases.
It was indeed Ishii Toshikage who killed the person.
Inamura Toru also has an alibi, because he happened to be at the swaying saddle that day, and he has friends who can testify. But this does not mean that he has nothing to do with this case.
Article 202 of the Criminal Code of Japan: Anyone who instigates or assists another person to commit suicide, or who kills another person with his or her authorization or consent, shall be sentenced to imprisonment for not less than six months but not more than seven years.
As for why we are so sure that the two are in a relationship, the reason is simple: because they are incompatible.
One is a poor civil service exam candidate who stole things from the supermarket because he had no money; the other is an international student who will inherit a huge estate when his elder parents die.
Isn't it strange that the two of them can be together?
"Strange, where is the policeman from before? Why is he gone?"
Miyamoto Shinji looked around but couldn't find the man.
The branded T-shirt and the convenience store cake don't go together very well, which is exactly what's suspicious about the photo. It feels like someone is deliberately celebrating a birthday just to give a T-shirt.
Forensic personnel detected fluorescent dye on Inamura Sosuke's clothes, exactly at the navel location of the abdominal aorta.
"He said if I didn't give him money he would kill me"
Tetsuya Inamura spoke with a tremor in his voice.
"So you killed him?"
He roared, "I didn't kill him!"
"The sentencing for murder and abetment is the same."
"The results of the surgery were not very good. He wouldn't have lived long anyway."
Inamura Toruya breathed tremblingly, "Mr. Officer, can I go home? I left something very important behind. Just once. Just once."
Once it happens, there will be a second time, and even more times.
For those who are stuck in the quagmire, they will only sink deeper and deeper.
Megure Jusan picked up the photo on the table and asked him to look at it carefully.
The old man had a happy smile on his face, wearing the gift from his grandson, holding a piece of cake in his hand. He really thought that he was celebrating his birthday, but he didn't expect that the person close to him wanted his life.
"Kid, take good care of your grandfather. It was you who killed him with your own hands."
Regardless of what others think, at least for his grandson, Inamura Kusuke really dotes on him. He is the grandfather who loves him the most and the only relative still alive after his parents passed away.
Now,
Inamura Toru was crying and could no longer speak.
(End of this chapter)