Thinking about it, the Otaki Police Department couldn't help but look at Takashi Motegi, guessing what the background of this person was, or whether this was just a scapegoat.

Before he could observe anything, he was suddenly stunned.

Takashi Mogi stared at the diary in a daze, and after a while, a large teardrop suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"She, she actually trusts me so much." The young man raised his hand and wiped a handful of tears, and he burst into tears in the blink of an eye, "It's all my fault, I should spend more time with her. I didn't expect that she would forgive someone like me..."

"..." A few people next to him looked at him with complicated expressions, some believed and some didn't.

Otaki Police Department asked the little police officer to bring Fayue Dema to the car, while looking at Takashi Mogi, and tentatively said: "Okay, I'll talk about this later, I'll make a transcript first." Or you surrendered yourself by the way?

However, in the next second, Mogi Takashi stopped crying and shook his head: "Sorry, I have something to do tonight, I really can't find time. I will definitely go there when I have time."

said, he bowed politely, turned and walked away from the other side.

Suzuki Sonoko obviously didn't believe Mogi Takashi's performance just now, stared at his back with Duzui, and muttered angrily: "Can't you just catch this kind of liar?"

The Otaki Police Department sighed, and was not optimistic about this in his heart, but he couldn't say it directly, so he had to say: "Don't worry, we are already searching - the money won't disappear out of thin air, if you continue to investigate, you will definitely be able to find it. Bring fraudsters to justice.

Fayue Dema stared at the man's back, gritted his teeth: Almost! If only I had killed this guy first. I didn't expect to kill only one accomplice, but let the mastermind who killed Mitsuko escape... No, can't be angry, forgive me, forgive like Mitsuko...

Motegi Takashi seemed calmly away from the police, and walked quickly through the other side exit.

Walking into the empty street, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and sneered: The dead old woman actually said "forgive him" in a high-level manner, as if her forgiveness was very important. Oh, it's just a self-motivated spiritual victory method.

Speaking of which, Motegi Takashi thought to himself in anticipation: With these two recent accounts, he can almost ask the president to mention "that matter".

When Mogi Takashi defrauded at first, he was always apprehensive, worried that one day he would be caught.

However, after getting to know my wife's president, I don't have so many worries - my wife's president seems to know some people who are good at money laundering. Although the commission is distressingly high, it is much safer than other methods. In short, it is definitely better than normal. Work pays fast.

Motegi Takashi has always wanted to connect with those who can deal with black money, because this way, one less my wife, the president, can make money from it.

Now that he has finally passed the assessment of those people, the president of my wife promised to let him chat with those people, but now, the president of my wife has been unable to get in touch.

"This guy, shouldn't he regret it." Mogi Takashi scolded in a low voice.

After a while, he suddenly remembered something, and muttered in his heart: Wait, judging from what the old man said just now, he seemed to have killed a person.

Under the bridge, yellow hair

Could it be that the "colleague" of the housekeeping company had an accident?

What about my wife, the president? ?

Motegi Takashi had a flash of inspiration, entered the name of my wife's president on the mobile phone, and tapped the confirmation button.

The interface is refreshed, and a page of news pops up, all about homicides. The location of the crime was not under the bridge he imagined, but a sushi restaurant. Through the transparent glass door, I could see in the photo that my wife, the president, was lying on the ground on her back, motionless and dead.

"..." Motegi Takashi made an inexplicable "squeak" in his heart.

He was sluggish for a moment, suddenly remembered something, and immediately typed the names of two colleagues.

This time, before pressing the search button, there was a sudden click in front of him.

Motegi Takashi raised his head suddenly and found that there was a black car in front of him. The back door of the black car was open, like a huge mouth waiting for prey.

He felt something was wrong and wanted to leave this empty street quickly.

Who knew that as soon as he turned around, he bumped into someone head-on.

That man was two heads taller than him, with a broad chin, a burly stature, and his muscles as hard as iron. Takashi Motegi collided and bounced back. He was clutching his sore nose and wanted to scold someone, but the burly man in black seemed to grab him by the shoulders and pushed him into the car with force, and he followed him in.

The door clicks shut.

The man in the front driver's seat exhaled a cigarette, gave them a gloomy glance, and stepped on the accelerator.

The vehicle started silently, left the street, and passed the police car heading for the police station.

Mogi Takashi was stunned, intuitively felt bad, and wanted to struggle. But seeing the police car so close at hand, he didn't dare to make too much trouble.

When he was entangled, he found that the big man in black next to him was holding a mobile phone. He looked at him sullenly according to the news on it. Even through the sunglasses, he could see that the expression of the man in black was slightly subtle. sympathy, like seeing one's predecessors, and like a rabbit dying and a fox grief.

"..." Motegi Takashi was frightened by his strange appearance, and couldn't help but move away, "What, what are you trying to do!?"

Vodka glanced at him and sighed silently.

He picked up the detector and scanned it, but found no transmitter or eavesdropper on Takashi Mogi.

So he raised his face again, and said in a business-like manner: "Yes, big brother, that's him, Takashi Mogi, the last person in the housekeeping company my wife Liuzao. He is not yet a member of the periphery, but my wife Liuzao is preparing to develop him, so financially Walked through his account. In addition, it was precisely because an elderly man he defrauded committed suicide, and he did not deal with that person's diary in time, which led to police investigation and retaliation from relevant parties. "

Of course, the most unfortunate thing was that Uzzo discovered this, so the group was targeted by Uzzo...

"A three-person team was destroyed by such a waste... Oh, it can be seen that the three people are not much better, it would be better if they died early, so as not to throw them to the executive department to kill them later." Glancing at Takashi Motegi, "It's such a simple matter of raising funds that I chose a high-risk operation such as fraud, which is the most unworthy of the table. If it can't be done well, they deserve to be cleaned up."

"..." Motegi Takashi met his sight and instantly froze in place: What organization? what group? What silence? ...He, he doesn't know anything! He hasn't even joined this ghost, why should he kill him!

But before the hysterical refutation could come out, Gin's phone suddenly vibrated.

The sudden movement, like a basin of cold water pouring over Mogi Takashi's head, frightened him back from his brewing rebuttal.