"Asshole, do the guys from the Metropolitan Police only use such despicable methods?"

In the tea room, Hosokawa saw the malfunction sign posted on the coffee machine. He couldn't help but became furious and even wanted to throw the mug in his hand directly at the machine.

"Okay, Hosokawa-kun! Do you want to come with me and relax?"

Just when Hosokawa was going crazy because of the coffee machine, Sankei Shimbun reporter Matsuyama, who was usually close to him, suddenly handed him a pack of cigarettes. When Hosokawa saw it, he could only sigh helplessly, and then tacitly understood

He followed the other person out of the tea room.

Many people in the Metropolitan Police Journalists Association know that Hosokawa of "Weekly Bunshun" will become extremely irritable if he does not have coffee, and in severe cases he will even be unable to work. Now the coffee machine in the pantry is broken, and he is literally dying.

Hosokawa's life.

Without the comfort of coffee, Hosokawa could only follow the old smoker Matsuyama to the smoking room. When the two opened the door and walked in, they immediately saw many familiar faces.

"Hosokawa-kun! I haven't seen you here for a long time!"

"Oh, forget it, the coffee machine in the tea room is broken. My attempt to quit smoking will probably fail again! Phew..."

As a puff of smoke erupted from his mouth, Hosokawa's mood gradually calmed down a lot.

"Hey, tell me, can the Metropolitan Police Department investigate the case in Shinjuku?"

"The one from the Silver Dragon Club..."

"Um!"

"Who would have known that the First Search Section had just taken away a large group of underworld cadres from the Silver Dragon Club a few days ago, and then someone from the law firm came to the door the next morning. Wasn't all the work in vain?

So, if you ask me, this search must have gone in the wrong direction. If it was really done by the Silver Dragon Society, none of them would do it themselves. Wouldn't it be safer to find a professional killer to do it?"

"Professional killer? Asai, you probably saw it in the email and learned it now and sell it! I didn't expect you to actually believe it!"

"Eh? No way! Matsuyama! Did you receive the email too?"

"Um!"

"Hey, what are you talking about? Email? Is it that guy who claims to be a detective?"

"Hosokawa-kun, did you also receive that email?"

Among the many reporters present, most of them worked for newspapers, and only Hosokawa worked for a weekly magazine. Suddenly, they heard that so many people had received the same email, and everyone's curiosity was suddenly ignited.

"It seems... we all seem to be targeted by the same guy! Detective! Interesting!"

"Matsuyama-kun, have you read that email? Can we really find the murderer according to the method mentioned above?"

"I didn't have time to read it. I just glanced at it and deleted it as junk information. What's wrong? Do you think the method mentioned in the email is true?"

"It seems quite reasonable, but we are all reporters and there is no way to verify these search matters!"

Suddenly, a heated discussion broke out in the small smoking room over a strange topic. After Hosokawa finished smoking a cigarette, he didn't want to leave for a while, so he turned around and asked someone else for another one, lit it and took a puff.

.

"Listening to you talking about this, I suddenly remembered a case! It was about three years ago! There was a murder case in Gunma County. The victim who died at that time seemed to have been stabbed several times in the chest and abdomen, and he lost blood.

Too many people killed him. The body was put in a suitcase and dumped in the grass in the park...Which of you still remembers that case?"

"Ah... I seem to have an impression!"

"I also remember that case. The deceased seemed to be the operator of a farm. He and the villagers of the same village had a long-standing lawsuit with the nearby waste incineration power plant because of the pollution of the water source! Although the Gunma County police suspected the power plant

The operator. But firstly, there is no evidence, and secondly, a case that didn’t happen in Tokyo would not arouse anyone’s interest at all!”

…

Although the words of others were just chatting, Hosokawa heard it and quietly paid attention to it in his heart. He looked at the people around him calmly, and then casually smoked only half of the cigarette.

The cigarette was extinguished in the ashtray.

"Ah... you guys chat first, I'll go to the vending machine to see if there are canned coffee for sale! Alas, just cigarettes, it really doesn't work!"

After Hosokawa finished speaking, he patted Matsuyama on the shoulder and thanked him for the cigarette he handed him. Then he opened the glass door of the smoking room, fanned the smell of cigarettes on his body and walked out.

After returning from the smoking room, Hosokawa did not go to the vending machine to buy canned coffee as he just said. Instead, he quickly walked to his work station, opened his personal mailbox and checked

stand up.

"Trash can? Fortunately it hasn't been deleted yet!"

Hosokawa thought to himself, then opened the recycle bin of his mailbox and flipped through several pages before finding the email he had deleted yesterday.

"Dear Mr. Journalist, if you receive this email, please read it patiently. I suspect that the deceased found in the parking lot of Shinjuku a few days ago was killed by a professional killer. The reasons are as follows...

"

Hosokawa quickly skipped these difficult-to-understand contents, and then turned directly to the ending part.

"So according to my theory, in addition to the case in Shinjuku City, the murderer may have been involved in other similar criminal cases. If you are interested in this, you can try to find out if there are any cases with similar modus operandi in the past five years.

!I think this may be helpful to your work!”

The email was signed "Detective" at the end. If he hadn't heard everyone accidentally talking about this email in the smoking room today, Hosokawa would have completely forgotten about it.

"interesting!"

Hosokawa sat in front of the computer, thought about it for a while, and then made up his mind to give it a try regardless of whether it was true or false. After all, the specious principles written by the sender seemed to make some sense! He thought of it.

After arriving here, Hosokawa casually took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and then dialed the number of a junior who could help him.

"Kawasaki-kun? I'm Hosokawa. I haven't contacted you for a long time. I want to ask if you have time to come out and have a drink together in the evening. What's the matter? It's not a big deal. I'm just a little busy and I want you to investigate. Can you still

Remember...the case in Gunma Prefecture three years ago?

?Yes, it’s the farmer who protested against the waste incineration power plant. I think...please ask your acquaintances at the Gunma County Police. The specific information on that case...is an old case, and I’m afraid it has been included in the information now.
Chapter completed!