"So...you must find out the size of Ms. Yamamuro's suitcase before killing someone. However, it is impossible to buy such a big suitcase in a hurry, so someone must cooperate with you to find one.

A reasonable excuse to throw that suitcase into the garbage room downstairs."

"It was Noboru Inagaki who found an excuse to take the suitcase, right?"

"you……"

When the kidnapper heard someone mention Inagaki Noboru, he immediately became nervous. Arata continued to say indifferently:

"Noboru Inagaki deliberately pretended to accidentally destroy the wheels of the suitcase, so that he could reasonably discard the suitcase without arousing Ms. Yamamuro's suspicion. In addition, Ms. Yamamuro and

As for the incestuous love between Inagaki, Ms. Yamamuro will naturally not mention that it was her lover who abandoned the suitcase, so you can reasonably get the suitcase used to carry the body."

"No way... you are bluffing me, I... I have erased all the evidence, there is no way you can catch me!"

…

Seeing that the guy's mood suddenly became panicked, Furuta Ichiro cautiously gave Kawasaki a wink. When Kawasaki saw the look Ichiro gave him, he nodded with understanding.

…

"You sneaky guy, get out of here if you can...get out of here..."

The kidnapper, who had been told all the secrets of the year by Arata, suddenly pointed the knife in the direction of the sound. At this moment, Ichiro suddenly rushed towards Kawasaki and the kidnapper with a quick step. Then all of a sudden he

He pinned the kidnapper down.

"ah……"

The two screamed at the same time and became entangled with each other. When Kawasaki saw this, he was so frightened that he turned around and ran away, leaving Ichiro alone on the ground struggling with each other.

"I kill you……"

Although Ichiro had already held down the opponent's knife hand, the kidnapper kept hitting Ichiro's head with his other elbow. At first, Ichiro could barely block it. But as the opponent gradually adjusted his suppressive posture

After that, the situation became increasingly unfavorable for Ichiro.

Arata, who had been hiding in the dark, saw all this. Although he was anxious, he did not dare to expose himself like this. In desperation, Arata fumbled for the items in his schoolbag, and suddenly he found a

Something familiar.

"baseball?"

Holding a baseball in his hand, Arata suddenly stood up from the ground. He looked at Ichiro who was struggling to support himself in the workshop and estimated the distance from his position to the kidnapper. Then Arata suddenly stood up.

He handed the ball to his left hand, then stepped forward and threw the baseball in his hand towards the kidnapper like a trebuchet.

"Four-seam fastball, a surefire move!"

"Crack!"

There was a sound of glass breaking. The kidnapper's attention instinctively looked here. At this moment, he saw a white thing suddenly pressing hard in front of his face and flying over.

"Boom!"

"ah!"

With a muffled sound, the kidnapper's head suddenly tilted to the side violently.

Ichiro, who was struggling to hold on, suddenly felt the body of the kidnapper riding on him sway, and then he fell to the side. The kidnapper's hand holding the murder weapon suddenly relaxed. When the murder weapon fell from the kidnapper's hand,

When it fell, the blade slid down Ichiro's arm, and suddenly opened a long gash on his forearm.

"Huh...huh..."

Ichiro, who survived the catastrophe, was lying on the ground, his chest heaving. At this moment, a white baseball slowly rolled to the ditch not far from Ichiro, and then fell down. Ichiro saw this

He quickly stood up from the ground and ran towards the ditch. Unfortunately, when he reached the ditch, the baseball was still washed away by the water.

"Thank you for saving me. May I ask...who are you?"

"Hello?"

"Is anyone still here?"

"Hello!"

Ichiro called out to the empty workshop several times, but never got a response from the mysterious man. Looking at the murder weapon that fell on the ground and the kidnapper who fainted after being hit by the baseball, he couldn't calm down for a long time.

At this moment, sirens sounded one after another outside.

"Who's in there, raise your hands!"

When the police's warning sound came from outside the door, Ichiro instinctively raised his hands and shouted loudly:

"I am Ichiro Furuta from the Metropolitan Police Department. The gangster has passed out!"

"Hey... aren't you... Furuta Criminal from Tokyo? Was it you... you single-handedly subdued the gangster?"

"Ah... no no..."

"You are so awesome. You actually rescued the hostage with your bare hands and subdued the gangster by yourself. Are you not injured?"

"Ah... thank you for your concern. Actually... there was someone... from the window just now..."

"Hey... there's a lot of blood on your hands! Someone come quickly! Gutian, the criminal who subdued the gangster, is injured. Call an ambulance..."

"I...I don't mind...that baseball..."

"I understand, Mr. Furuta, leave everything here to our Gunma County police! Please rest assured, we will definitely report your heroic deeds to the Metropolitan Police Department!"

"No...I mean...there was a baseball just now...it was that person..."

Before Ichiro Furuta could explain clearly to the other party, he was carried on a stretcher by a group of people and then stuffed into an ambulance. When he wanted to explain a few more words, the doctor in the car gave him oxygen.

Damn, Ichiro was completely speechless at this moment.

the next day……

"Last night in Fujimi Village, Ichiro Furuta from the Metropolitan Police Department heroically subdued a kidnapper who held a reporter hostage. According to the investigation, this man was a professional killer who participated in the murder of Fujimi Village residents three years ago.

A villager. In addition... the popular candidate for the next county governor, Noboru Inagaki, the county councilor, may also be involved in the case... The specific situation has yet to be further disclosed by the police..."

Watching the news program broadcast on TV, a satisfied smile gradually appeared on the face of Doihara Ersan, who had just saved his life from the gate of hell.

Maybe it's because Doihara Nizo is thick-skinned and thick-skinned! He was in such a car accident yesterday, but today he was fine. However, the doctor at the hospital still told him to be careful and to observe him for a few more days before he could be discharged.

"Dong dong dong!"

"Can I come in please?"

Hearing Ichiro's voice coming from outside the door, Doihara quickly greeted:

"Ah, Ichiro, come in quickly!"

"I heard that your life is no longer in danger?"

"Haha, even I was shocked yesterday, but luckily...you are so awesome, you actually caught that guy by yourself this time! Oh...your hands..."

"I was scratched by a knife, but...someone actually helped me last night, so I..."

"What does it matter? We are the ones who have made great contributions! Even the reporters on TV are praising you. Now I wonder who dares to kick us out of the search class! Ichiro... If that guy really does it

If we solve the Shinjuku case, we will hit the jackpot!”
Chapter completed!