novelraw Chapter 6 Suicide Cases
Chapter 6 Suicide Cases
Ten minutes later, on the streets of Jinnan Town.
Kamiya Gen, holding onto the car door, couldn't help but gag.
"Is Kamiya-kun alright?"
Mu Heyou gently patted his back, "Your physical condition is really too poor. What if you encounter an emergency?"
Kamiya Gen took several deep breaths of the cold air before he could recover, his face still pale when he straightened up.
"This has nothing to do with physical fitness... If you had told me earlier that your driving skills were this bad, I would never have ridden in your car."
He nearly lost half his life less than 600 meters from the police station – he stepped on the accelerator instead of the brake, didn't look at the traffic lights at the intersection, and almost scraped the roadside guardrail while turning.
If he hadn't reacted quickly and pulled the handbrake, today's 70,000 yen "appearance fee" would probably have turned into funeral expenses.
"I also have a driver's license..."
Muheyou clutched the hem of her clothes and muttered to herself, her face full of resentment.
She felt she was driving quite well; it was all because of Kamiya Gen's constant yelling beside her, saying things like "If you don't stop, I'll jump out of the car" and "Step on the brake, not the accelerator," that threw her off balance.
"I'll drive... This is such a pain."
Kamiya Gen straightened up, not wanting to continue arguing with her about this matter, and turned to go to the driver's seat.
Muheyou wasn't stubborn this time. The main reason was that the dispatch center had sent another message saying that the patrol chief from the detachment had arrived at the destination and taken photos, and the forensic doctor had also arrived early. As the leader, she, as a police inspector, hadn't seen anyone for a long time.
She sat in the passenger seat, fastened her seatbelt, and began to devise ways to 'taunt' Kamiya Gen's driving skills.
—Who told him to say those things about himself? What do you mean he's not even human?
Despite thinking that way, Kamiya Gen's driving skills were indeed quite good, even better than her family's driver, which made it impossible for Kiha Yu to find an excuse to criticize him.
Before long, the two arrived at their destination.
As soon as the police car stopped, a rather obese police officer quickly stepped forward and bowed to the two men.
This is the patrol chief of the patrol unit, Ohno Satoshi. Because he had no subordinates at the moment, and he heard that the police inspector who came was a newcomer who had only been on the job for less than half a month, he had to come to the scene of the crime by himself.
"Good morning, Inspector Muhe. This is the information I just gathered."
"So Inspector Kamiya is here too...?"
Even though both Yuzuki and Gen Kamiya are young, that's the difference between the non-professional and professional groups.
Even if Ohno Satoshi worked his butt off for ages, he would only ever be a police inspector, and most likely he would be stuck at the rank of patrol chief for the rest of his life.
The starting point for the professional group is already the end point for the non-professional group.
However, in Ohno Satoshi's view, although the dispatch center said that he was to cooperate with the police inspector in today's case, they actually wanted him to make him the one in charge.
After all, he's just a newcomer. Even if he's in a professional team, he still has to ask his seniors for advice when something really happens.
As for the sudden appearance of Kamiya Gen...
It's not hard to understand, after all, they're both around that age, so it's normal for them to have an office romance—didn't you see that Inspector Muhe was still wearing an obviously ill-fitting winter coat?
"Let me see..."
Muheyou took the information handed to her, got a general understanding of the case, and said, "Has the body been taken down from the rope...?"
"Yes, after all, the forensic doctor was present, and the deceased's family members were very emotionally unstable. It would be unreasonable to just leave it hanging there."
Satoshi Ohno spoke in a very calm tone.
Muheyou lowered her head, feeling that it was her fault for being late.
"I'm so sorry... I was a bit busy just now. Let's go inside, Mr. Ohno."
Satoshi Ohno paused for a moment, then nodded.
Kamiya Gen secretly noticed this scene, but did not point out the mistake made by Mokuha Yu.
Even if it's a newcomer, as a superior, one shouldn't be vague about how Ohno is addressed.
The Japanese have a history of remembering bad things but not good ones, and this is especially true of Satoshi Ohno.
Based on his understanding of this person, he knew that the other party would soon take advantage of him.
As expected, Satoshi Ohno casually walked to the front, acting as if he were the leader.
Kamiya Gen was too lazy to dwell on these trivial matters. Anyway, it was Kiha Yu's turn to work today, and she would have to go through some hardships herself to understand them.
"Sorry to bother you."
Satoshi Ohno bowed slightly to the family members at the entrance and introduced them, "These two are Inspector Yuzuki and Inspector Gen Kamiya. They will be in charge of the investigation from now on."
"Why are you only arriving now...?"
A man and a woman stood in the entryway. The woman had a furrowed brow and her tone carried a hint of suppressed resentment.
Muheyou had read the information and knew that this was the daughter-in-law of the deceased, Mr. Sato.
The middle-aged man beside her had slumped shoulders, unfocused eyes, and his hands in his coat pockets, exuding an inescapable sense of despondency—he was the deceased's son, Sato Jiro.
"I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting." Muheyou bowed her head again in apology. "We will handle it as soon as possible."
"Hurry up, Father is on the second floor... He's been lying there, it's not right."
Sato Jiro's voice was hoarse as he gestured for his wife to move aside, making way for Kiha Yu and her group.
Only then were the three of them allowed to enter the house.
The house is decorated in a typical Japanese style. The chandelier looks old and dilapidated, emitting a dim yellow light. You can hear a distinct "creak" when you step on the wooden stairs. If you smell carefully, you can also smell the rotten smell coming from the bamboo carpet.
The group went up to the second floor, where the old man's body lay on a sheet covered with a white cloth, looking somewhat eerie.
"Inspector Muhe, here's the information. Please take a look and see if there are any problems."
The forensic doctor stood to the side and, seeing the group come upstairs, handed over the documents in his hand.
Muheyou reached out and took it, quickly glanced at it, and said, "I want to see the condition of the deceased."
"Please go ahead." The forensic doctor walked around to the side, making room for her.
Muheyou took half a step forward, but suddenly stopped.
Her gaze fell on the white cloth, and her Adam's apple bobbed slightly.
Seeing her forced composure, Kamiya Gen sighed helplessly.
Since we've taken their money, we can't just leave her to shoulder the burden alone.
He stepped forward and gently lifted the white cloth.
The old man's face was relatively peaceful, but there was a clear ligature mark on his neck, with dark purple bruises around the skin, which lay menacingly across his pale skin.
"With no other wounds on the body, the cause of death being suffocation, and no human tissue remaining under the fingernails, it can be basically determined to be suicide..."
The forensic doctor muttered his thoughts on the case from the side.
Yuzuki nodded, looked at Gen Kamiya, and asked, "What does Inspector Kamiya think?"
As far as Kamiya Gen could tell, he was already lost in thought, contemplating what to eat later.
It wasn't that he did nothing; as soon as he entered the house, he used the system's abilities to observe the evil intentions of the Sato family.
Aside from the somewhat incomprehensible yellow malevolent thought of Sato Jiro himself, everything else was normal.
"What do you think?" Kamiya Gen chose to throw the question back at him.
Mu Heyou pursed her lips, her eyes suddenly hardening, and said, word by word:
I think there's a problem.