Tokyo: My superpowers are updated every week

It’s more powerful than their pistols.

The people inside were very nervous.

Hikoshiro Nakamura outside was also nervous.

Such a major case happening in the jurisdiction will affect his career.

If you don't handle it well, you will resign.

There is such a big pot there, someone has to take it.

He loosened his collar and said irritably, “Hayata, send someone to gather the bodies.

When will the medical examiner arrive on scene?"

Inspector Hayata, who stayed behind, said, "Chief Nakamura, according to the information we received, they will send a special forensic doctor to conduct an examination."

"Really."

Nakamura Hikoshiro nodded and stopped talking, with a deep sense of doubt in his heart.

The Iwasaki family is one of the six major financial groups. Who in the country has the courage to attack his mansion?

This thought flashed through his mind, but was quickly dismissed by him.

It's better not to pry too deeply into some things.

Someone who dares to kill even the six major financial groups would surely not mind killing a small director like him.

He just needs to follow the rules and regulations.

Hikoshiro Nakamura took out a thermos from the car and took a sip of the wolfberry tea.

Maybe I need to take care of my health in advance in the future.

……

After a while, he did not receive any report from inside, but instead received a black supercar with a very cool appearance.

The smooth curves of the car body exude an invisible feminine charm.

A blond, thin man stepped out from the driver's seat of a black supercar. His white coat indicated that he was a doctor.

Sitting in the passenger seat was a female nurse who was very fit for a supercar, with a voluptuous figure and mature sensuality.

She had short hair that covered her ears, a delicate face with an indifferent expression, and she was holding a white medicine box in her right hand.

She wore bright red high heels under her grey stockings.

The blond man directly crossed the cordon set up by the police and said with a smile on his face: “Good afternoon, who is the person in charge?

I am Millers Froh, the forensic pathologist commissioned by Mr. Sumitomo.

The lady next to me is my assistant, Curtis."

"My name is Yuzuki Suzuko." The woman carrying the medicine box introduced herself again.

Nakamura Hikoshiro took one look at the playboy-like Millers and felt that he was more suitable to be a bard with a harp on the beach rather than a forensic doctor.

But he couldn't refuse the forensic doctor recommended by the Sumitomo Group, so he waved his hand and said, "Hayata, take him to where the bodies are."

"Hi." Inspector Hayata replied and strode towards the door.

Millers followed with a smile, his expression very relaxed, and glanced around and said: "Looking at the situation at the scene, it seems that the criminal has left."

Inspector Hayata replied, "Well, we haven't heard any gunshots or reports of encountering the enemy down there."

"Oh my, it's really dangerous. Whether it's Tokyo or Saitama Prefecture, murders are suddenly happening one after another in previously peaceful places."

Millers' tone was quite frivolous, and he didn't seem to be worried about the danger at all.

Rather, there is even a hint of excitement.

If no one died of homicide, then what is the use of forensic pathologists?

He followed Inspector Hayata into the gate of Iwasaki's house. The bodies at the door had been moved away, and only paintings replaced the dead.

The bloodstains on the ground were not cleaned up either.

From the posture of the deceased in the drawing, Millers could roughly guess in which direction the murderer was standing and shooting, which was the experience gained from years of forensic work.

Most forensic scientists do not have this talent.

He has.

……

The police station gathered the bodies on the lawn a hundred meters behind the door, where there were people and hunting dogs.

All those who moved the bodies wore gloves, and they moved the heads and feet, trying their best not to damage the information remaining on the bodies.

Looking at the corpses under the sun.

Millers' expression turned excited and he said, "This is the first time I've seen so many guests die.

Curtis, let's get to work!"

"My name is Yuzuki Suzuko."

The indifferent woman once again reminded her boss not to give her an English name casually.

She hated English names and foreigners, but she was willing to work under Millers because she didn't hate money.

"I understand, Curtis."

Millers answered with a smile, he knew that Yuzuki Suzuko hated English names and hated foreigners.

So he decided to hire this person to do the job for him.

He found it amusing to drive people who hated him.

Miller hummed a little tune, put on white gloves and a mask, and took the scalpel handed to him by Yuzuki Suzuko.

He squatted down and began to dissect the body at close range, checking the wounds, the time of death, verifying whether there were any fingerprints left, etc.

Inspector Hayata turned around.

In Japan, being a police officer does not necessarily mean being familiar with corpses.

Millers did not find any fingerprints, but the wounds on the deceased, including those from the hounds, made him excited, “What a surprise!

If I'm not mistaken, these people all died at the hands of the same person."

Inspector Hayata asked curiously, "How do you know that they died at the hands of the same person?"

"You can tell from the wounds on the victim that he was an experienced murderer. His killing method is full of his own characteristics, just like a person's handwriting."

Millers began to talk: "These dead people all have one characteristic, that is, they suffered a fatal gunshot wound somewhere on their body."

Inspector Hayata was speechless and even doubted Miller's professional ability.

"With all due respect, if the gunshot wounds were not fatal, they would not have died."

"No, no, you don't understand. I guarantee that the murderer is not good at using guns, but he has a skill to find the enemy's vital points, so when he shoots, he always aims at the vital points."

Millers' answer made Inspector Hayata feel more and more that this guy was definitely a liar.

When you shoot, don't you aim at vital parts? Are you going to shoot at the air?

Millers did not explain much.

If you want to explain some things clearly to a layman, it will take a long time.

He continued to dissect the body with great interest.

There were a total of forty-six corpses and one hundred and one hounds in the entire mansion. This workload was indeed the largest one Millers had ever undertaken since he started his career.

But he didn't feel tired.

Looking at Sumitomo Mika's body, he said with excitement in his eyes: "Oh! Look at this breast shape, how wonderful! It makes me excited."

Yuzuki Suzuko said calmly: "Dr. Millers, if you dare to attack her, do you believe I will kick you to pieces?"

"Curtis, your statement is so cruel."

"My name is Yuzuki Suzuko. Also, this is one of the tasks you assigned to me. When you develop strange feelings for corpses, I will use pain to correct your perverted interest in order to ensure your professional ethics as a forensic doctor."

Yuzuki Suzuko's words reminded Miller that it seemed to be true. His excited heart calmed down, and he was very sure that if he really wanted to do something to Sumitomo Mika, he would definitely get a critical hit.

This person has always wanted to take action against him legally.

Miller carefully examined Sumitomo Mika's body and was certain of it.

The deaths of these people occurred within no more than fifteen minutes of each other.

The wounds proved that the murderer was just one person.

This discovery surprised Miller very much.

You know, the Iwasaki family occupies a very large area.

If you want to drive around the mansion, you may not be able to finish it even if you drive for half an hour.

How did the murderer kill all the bodyguards armed with AK47s so cleanly and efficiently in different places of the mansion in just fifteen minutes?

"Unless the murderer has super powers like teleportation."

Millers muttered to himself.

Yuzuki Suzuko complained: "Don't submit this report to Mr. Sumitomo, otherwise, they will suspect that you are trying to defraud money."

"This is the truth. The murderer's actions have exceeded the limits of human ability."

Millers answered confidently.

As a forensic pathologist with professional ethics, he would not lie to his clients.

Miller walked towards the last one. It might not be appropriate to say "corpse". It should be said the remains of the robot.

He looked at the blade disappearing in 007's right hand, reached out and touched the gap, which was very smooth and flat, like a mirror.

This is the only damage different from a gunshot wound.

What kind of weapon could create such a smooth cut?

Miller stared at 007's right hand, unable to understand. Robots were beyond his knowledge, and he couldn't figure out whether this intelligent robot would stop moving after its right arm was destroyed.

"Curtis, move it away. I'm going to prepare to report to Mr. Sumitomo."

Chapter 132 The Master is Angry

Tokyo, Shinjuku.

The top tier of the Iwasaki Group.

Huge floor-to-ceiling windows allow sunlight from outside the building to illuminate the lobby.

Soft sofas are arranged in a circle around a table.

There was tea brewing on it and six teacups were placed on it.

In addition to Iwasaki Izo, there were five other old men sitting here.

One of them was of gigantic size, and one could vaguely glimpse his majestic demeanor when he was young.

Nowadays, I need to use a cane to support myself when I go out in daily life to ensure that I don’t fall.

Ding ding, the ringing of the landline phone broke the silence of the living room.

Iwasaki Izo answered the call and asked directly, "What's the situation at the mansion?"

On the other end of the phone, Takeshi Tamagawa was a little nervous and whispered, "Well, Mr. Iwasaki, I'm sorry to tell you the sad news that Ling Sun and the others were killed.

There was no one alive in the entire mansion, except for a dog.

The murderer... when we arrived at the scene, he had already left the mansion."

At this point, Takeshi Tamagawa urgently added: "Please give us a little more time, we will definitely try our best to catch the murderer."

"Okay, I'll give you some time."

Iwasaki Izou did not get angry as Takeshi Tamagawa thought.

He knew exactly when to get angry and when not to get angry.

Any rage or roar now will not make people afraid, but will only expose one's own incompetence.