After the Undercover System Went Haywire, I Switched to Grinding Suspicion Points Chapter 136

Inspector gure quickly snapped back to his senses and coughed: "What are you all standing around for? Send soone to dredge it up!"

The patrol officer was stunned: "Really going to dredge?"

Although it sounded reasonable, this was still just that person's speculation, right? Shouldn't they wait for others to arrive and hold a eting before deciding?

After all, the unspoken workplace rule in Japan was that you could avoid standing out, but try not to take responsibility.

Supervisors as decisive as Inspector gure were truly rare—even if nothing was dredged up, the person who made the suggestion would need to apologize, but Inspector gure, who decided to trust and authorize action, would also face gossip!

Inspector gure said decisively: "Dredge!"

Others aside, how could he not know? Samukawa Shinryu's judgnts had never been wrong so far—everyone who questioned Samukawa Shinryu ended up keeping quiet.

Reputation was built through such victories one by one. If he continued questioning and asking this and that... sigh, he didn't want his subordinates looking at him like he was an idiot...

Seeing Inspector gure so resolute, no one else said anything.

When there were clear orders, efficiency was quite high—imdiately soone went to borrow a boat, while others called to arrange for dredging equipnt delivery.

Fortunately, to prevent drowning incidents, rescue equipnt here was relatively complete and could be borrowed nearby, which was quite convenient.

The manager here worriedly cautioned: "Be careful with protection! Last month we discovered a parasite called amoeba that can eat people's brains, so you see, there's a sign here—swimming is prohibited now..."

How frightening.

Everyone checked their protective suits even more carefully.

When other Criminal Investigation Division One mbers arrived, they saw a group of people standing by the lake, staring at the water surface.

"???"

Everyone was confused: "Didn't Inspector gure's group arrive first? Where are they?"

The patrol officers guarding the lakeside obediently answered: "Inspector gure and his team went to investigate the surrounding situation, and the Mobile Investigation Unit people are also conducting interviews..."

These detectives looked at them: "Then what are you doing here?"

"Uh, an officer said the body was dumped here, and there might be other bodies in the lake, so Inspector gure had people dredge it up. We're here just in case."

Imdiately a detective complained: "How is that possible! Having reached the lakeside, wouldn't it be better to just throw it directly into the lake? Placing it like this should be that kind of exhibitionist murderer..."

The patrol officer continued: "He said there were accomplices—one responsible for disemboweling, one responsible for dumping bodies in the lake. The one doing the dumping had an incident and didn't co, so the body was discovered."

The detective was even more speechless: "This casually? Did Inspector gure really believe it?"

He wanted to say more but was suddenly pulled by his partner.

He looked at his partner in confusion, seeing his partner's cautious expression: "Which officer made these deductions?"

Patrol officer: "Inspector gure called him Samukawa-kun."

The detectives who had been whispering imdiately fell silent.

Ah, this.

So it was Samukawa Shinryu's deduction...

The detectives' eyes darted around, and the one who had just questioned looked both pale and flushed, yet refused to speak again.

As ntioned before, everyone in Criminal Investigation Division One had more or less interacted with Samukawa Shinryu, or at least knew about his achievents.

As they say, reputation precedes the person—no matter how outrageous the deduction, once attached to Samukawa Shinryu's na, it suddenly beca credible.

Soone asked a few more questions, and the patrol officer told them everything he knew, including that explanation.

Many things beca clear once explained—without soone pointing it out, you couldn't figure it out. Hearing soone else's deduction directly inevitably gave a feeling of "this simple? Couldn't the perpetrator think of this? Too presumptuous."

If they dredged for days and found nothing, that would be laughable...

Soone had just ford this thought when they suddenly saw a person surface from the lake water, gesturing to those on the boat. One person imdiately stayed to watch the boat while the rest all jumped in.

"..."

No no no, it couldn't be this fast—they had just arrived! Even if Inspector gure's group had arrived nearly half an hour earlier, in such a short ti, it couldn't be—

Soon, the several people who had just gone down dragged up sothing wrapped in blue film, roughly adult-sized.

The boat brought that thing to shore. Thoughtful people had already gone early to call the coroner, while a few others stood dumbfounded.

...Samukawa Shinryu had actually guessed correctly!

Although they knew that guy was impressive, this verification ca too quickly, and it completely changed the nature of the case!

Just like that, shortly after the Criminal Investigation Division One mbers arrived on scene, the case transford from ordinary murder and body dumping to a serial murder case.

The tropolitan Police urgently ford a task force with the local police station.

Kitami Hitoshi was among them.

When he received the news, he was completely stunned.

Why wasn't the body disposed of? What was that person doing? How could they let the body just sit on the shore! If they weren't coming, they should have said sothing!

Because the default second Sunday of each month was murder performance day, after multiple occurrences, Kitami Hitoshi and the person responsible for body dumping had developed an understanding—basically no contact, just this day, this location, show up on ti, and there had never been problems. Even when they changed locations, cooperation was pleasant. Why did it suddenly happen now...

Kitami Hitoshi was sowhat anxious, but thinking about his thods, he felt he probably didn't need to worry too much.

After all, he knew all too well what the Japanese police's working capabilities were like.

He could even find ways to infiltrate the task force, observe case progress at any ti, and secretly sabotage things.

So now Kitami Hitoshi was relatively relaxed and had leisure to observe others in the conference room.

Hmm, those from the local police station—each with limited abilities, you could tell from their expressions they had no clues and were still confused. No need to worry.

The Mobile Investigation Unit was even less concerning—if they really had ability, who would stay in the Mobile Investigation Unit?

However, he wasn't familiar with the people sent from the tropolitan Police. They were all elites, so he needed to be careful.

Just as he was thinking this, the absent tropolitan Police mbers returned.

As soon as one person walked into the conference room, Kitami Hitoshi felt the temperature seed to drop several degrees.

He stared blankly at that person.

Although his father held a high position, he was currently just an intern, so he sat relatively far back and couldn't see the front clearly.

Even though he couldn't see the other's appearance clearly and could only roughly make out their bearing and deanor, he was certain in that instant that this person was the sa type as him... no, he wasn't qualified to be ntioned in the sa breath as the other. That person must have more exciting, more "advanced" enjoynts than his "gas."

Kitami Hitoshi had been pondering with his friends how to seek thrills and entertainnt for a long ti. He was the best at playing among them and always looked down on others, but today, he felt he might have t a ntor.

Surrounded by police, brazenly displaying his danger, completely unafraid of evidence being grasped, his very existence seeming to mock police incompetence...

What a thrilling feeling—Kitami Hitoshi couldn't even imagine it!

The local police station imdiately burst into subtle whispers, seemingly with people who knew him explaining to others who he was.

Kitami Hitoshi also listened for a while.

"That's Samukawa Shinryu. I heard he was transferred to the tropolitan Police..."

"You know him?"

"When he was still at Police Academy, he helped catch a bomber, but the criminal complained about him, saying he forced him to hold a bomb and made him defuse it..."

"...What kind of perverted hobby!"

"A colleague of mine at another police station also encountered him. Said he likes psychologically torturing criminals and even fired a gun at a criminal. I've been a police officer for so many years and never even drawn my gun..."

Kitami Hitoshi listened with rapt attention from the side.

My god, what an excellent person! So brazenly unrestrained under the police's noses, yet the police could do nothing about him... So thrilling!

How could this person think of such fun "gas"!

Division Chief Odagiri from Criminal Investigation Division One also sat down. The room imdiately beca solemn—no one dared speak quietly anymore, all waiting for their superior to speak. This made Kitami Hitoshi, who hadn't heard enough gossip, quite regretful.

The local police station chief was responsible for briefing everyone on current progress, the identities of the two people, and autopsy reports of the two bodies.

"...Currently, the abdominal wounds have been explained—to prevent the bodies from floating—but the purpose of other wounds besides fatal injuries, why the perpetrator tortured the deceased this way, still has no leads. After consulting people around, no one saw when the bodies were transported here..."

Kitami Hitoshi laughed inwardly.

After all, Japan had few surveillance caras installed. He had specifically confird whether video evidence would be left along this route before selecting the body dumping location.

Aside from two bodies, there were no clues. Just guessing what social connections these two people had, why they were targeted by the sa perpetrator, would take a long ti with no guaranteed results.

His website investigated people who registered to observe, using blackmail to threaten them to attend, then selecting one person to kill. Because they held onto hope that they wouldn't necessarily be the one to die, yet wanted to observe murder up close, people always ca—never lacking participants.

This model was approaching the effect of random murder, with hellish difficulty, likely to beco a cold case.

Forget investigating him—they probably couldn't even find his website.

Kitami Hitoshi was smug.

Just then, Inspector gure suddenly stood up to speak: "Actually, we've made a huge discovery here—these two bodies should be victims of a murder performance website!"

Kitami Hitoshi: "...???"

No way, are you cheating? You found out this quickly?! Is there soone among you who was already an audience mber of my website?!

Which idiot recomnded the website to the police?!