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But having already decided not to delve too deeply into the case, he had no intention of doing anything.

With a single glance, his subordinates understood and left the room, thoughtfully closing the door behind them and standing guard outside.

This isn't a police station; they're still at the crime scene. This room is the archives of Whale Lending Company.

"Don't be afraid. This case is very troublesome, and I don't plan to get involved too much."

To talk about shirking responsibility and dereliction of duty so easily, Suzuki Fuuki truly lives up to his reputation as a seasoned veteran.

However, not many people expected him to actually find anything out about this matter, since all the dead were gangsters, and none of them were innocent!

I wonder how many people are applauding these people's deaths, if he really finds out the murderer.

Putting aside whether he can be caught, given the Japanese public's view of the yakuza, he'll be condemned to death first!

That was a chivalrous hero who did not harm the innocent and rid the people of evil.

You actually dared to arrest him, who else would I scold if not you?

Mizebabu looked at him in surprise and blurted out, "Really?"

He regretted saying it as soon as he said it. These weren't tourists; these were the infamous Rikka no Oni.

Trying to be clever in front of him is like asking him to give you a set of health exercises.

"Officer, officer, I was just kidding, I was just kidding!"

Mize Babu waved his hands repeatedly, revealing two large gold teeth, fawning over Suzuki Fuuki.

As a street urchin who begs for a living on this street, he treats the police station like home.

He had personally experienced Suzuki Fuuki's methods, and he really didn't want to experience it a second time!

"Don't be afraid, I'm telling the truth."

"This case is very complicated and difficult to handle. I need to get out of it as soon as possible."

Suzuki Fuuki patted his head and rubbed his curly hair a few times, leaving his hands covered in grease.

"You haven't washed your hair in days, you jerk!"

As he spoke, he picked up Mizebabu's clothes to wipe his hands.

Mizebabu, who was covering his head in defense, realized that he really didn't want to investigate the case since he had no excuse to hit him.

He immediately pulled a pack of tissues from his pocket with a grin and handed it to Suzuki Fuki with a fawning expression.

"Officer, use this. It smells better when you wipe your hands."

"Alright, repeat the statement that the Lucky Star Society wants you to give me, and I'll see how to write it."

The reason for not taking him back to the police station is to force him to change his testimony.

It's impossible for the people sent by the auspicious star association not to have given any instructions.

To close the case as soon as possible, the confession must not involve any troublesome people or things, lest it cause trouble for oneself.

Back at the police station, every word he uttered had to be recorded.

He'll bring up a whole bunch of problems, and you won't be able to avoid investigating.

But Mizebabu's answer was unexpected.

“Officer Suzuki, the Jixing Society didn’t tell me anything. They just told me to tell the truth.”

"Ha~"

Suzuki Fuuki was shocked. "Tell me the truth?"

Aren't you afraid of saying something?

Could it be that I'm wrong? Does the Lucky Star Society really want to catch the murderer?

"Then tell the truth, let's see what you can say."

Suzuki Fuki became interested. If Yamashita Yoshisei hadn't killed his younger brother, he really would have died of a cerebral hemorrhage.

Then there's nothing shady going on in this case, so we can investigate it boldly!

With such a major case solved, his appointment as director was a foregone conclusion.

Maybe it can help the director get promoted sooner, and he can take office sooner.

When talking about what he saw last night, Mizebabu couldn't contain his excitement.

He rattled off what he had seen, leaving Suzuki Fuki speechless.

"You mean you were the first person to discover this place?"

"Correct!"

"You saw the killer leave, and you even saw his face."

"Correct!"

"That murderer can transform into an orangutan, with immense strength, and he even stole your clothes."

"Yes! That's exactly the kind of officer he is!"

"Do you think I'm an idiot, you bastard!"

Suzuki Fuuki's large foot shot out from his leather shoe with lightning speed, stopping just before it was about to hit Mize Babu.

If you kick someone while wearing shoes, it will leave marks on their body, but if you don't wear shoes, it won't.

No complaint without evidence; Suzuki Fuuki has always operated this way.

The foot that had been kicking suddenly stopped, not because he forgot to take off his shoes.

Taking off one's shoes to kick someone is instinctive; it's impossible for them to forget it.

He remembered the evidence bag from before, which contained red hair that seemed to match the gorilla Mizebabu had mentioned.

"Officer, I really didn't lie to you!"

Mizebabu pinched his nose, looking extremely uncomfortable, and swore that what he said was absolutely true!

For him, being beaten by Suzuki Fuuki was no big deal.

But that big kick right in front of me, that pungent athlete's foot, it's really unbearable!

He was almost suffocated by the fumes!

"You saw the killer's face, why didn't he silence you?"

Suzuki Fuuki didn't believe the idea of ​​transformation.

But to kill dozens of people on one floor, the murderer must be incredibly skilled. Why did they let Mizebabu go?

It's impossible to say that the murderer is related to Mizebabu.

This guy has been making a living on this street for years, living by cheating and swindling.

We have to make offerings to the auspicious star every month, otherwise this guy won't have any business to do.

If he could really get involved with a master of that level, then the lucky star would be offering him tributes!

This same question was asked by the lucky star of Mizebabu, and his answer sounded incredible, but it was perfectly reasonable.

"That man was very polite, even though he was covered in blood."

"He's here to seek revenge on the Lucky Star Society. It has nothing to do with anyone else. As long as you don't stop him, he won't hurt anyone else."

"Just this reason?"

Suzuki Fuki didn't believe it; he preferred to believe that Yonezawa Babu had sold his dermatitis to save his life.

He pressed further, "You met him at the company entrance, so why would he believe you weren't a member of the Lucky Star Society?"

"Yesterday was the day for offering sacrifices, and I came to deliver money."

"And also."

Mizebabu glanced around and said mysteriously.

"Yesterday, Yamashita Ryuko died outside, and all his subordinates died."

"They were having an emergency meeting last night to elect a new leader, but they were all taken down."

He gets happy just talking about it, and the smile on his face is impossible to hide.

Not only did he not offer any tribute last night, he also took a large sum of money from Horio Saburo.

The presence of so many footprints at the loan company indicates that the crime scene was compromised after he leaked the information.

A group of gamblers, blinded by their losses in the pinball machine, ignored the gruesome corpses on the ground and emptied the shop of all their money.

They also took all the IOUs with them, leaving the empty archives room as their masterpiece.

No gambler is without debt, and being able to settle those debts is incredibly satisfying!

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Suzuki Fuuki's solemn expression seemed to lower the temperature in the archives room by several degrees.

Mizebabu, whose face was contorted with laughter, sensed that something was amiss.