People are in Mihua, the tea art male god starts the game

Chapter 199

The investigation came to an end.

The entire banquet hall was still surrounded by a police cordon.

However, all the guests who came to the celebration had completed all the inquiries and released them one by one.

"Mr. Shinkura!"

Makoto Higashino suddenly shouted, and was about to leave Shinkura Tsuneaki.

"Oh, it turned out to be Mr. Higashino, is there anything else going on with you?"

Shinkura Tsuneaki asked strangely.

The seemingly calm face fluctuated in his heart, and his heart beat particularly fast.

After all, the man standing in front of him is known as Japan's number one detective, the contemporary Sherlock Holmes!

In case, if this guy sees any clues, he will be doomed!

"Please mourn!"

Makoto Higashino patted him on the shoulder and comforted him softly.

"Well, good, good!"

"Thank you for your concern."

Shinkura Tsuneaki was stunned for a moment.

But soon, he breathed a sigh of relief.

That's all!

......

Masao Takada's public shooting quickly made headlines in major Japanese media.

Various newspapers, television, and self-media commented one after another.

The Internet is full of all kinds of bizarre conspiracy theories.

Of course, the first to bear the brunt are those Masao Takada's political enemies, competitors, and enemies.

Even the Yakuza bosses in several places were treated as objects of suspicion.

However, no one suspected the secretary Shincang Tsuneaki.

Late that night, on the rooftop of an old apartment building.

"Whew-"

"What a fresh air!"

Shinkura Tsuneaki looked at the night scene of downtown Tokyo in the distance and breathed a long sigh of relief.

As soon as Masao Takada dies, he will soon become a supplementary member of the Council, replacing Masao Takada.

The most important thing is that in the future, he will no longer need to be commanded by that guy and give orders.

"Secretary Shinkura... ｀～..."

"No, I should call you Councilor Shinkura!"

"How's that, are you in a particularly good mood now?"

Shiro Hiraoka played with the pistol in his hand, looking laughing and mocking.

"Of course, I'm in a very good mood right now!"

Shinkura Tsuneaki smiled, but a great sense of disgust arose in his heart.

Scum in such a society is usually not qualified to see him at all, let alone talk to him in this tone.

"What about the good things we said, you should have brought them, right?"

Shiro Hiraoka held out a hand.

He is a gangster and, to put it bluntly, scum in society.

As long as you are willing to give money, you can do anything!

This time, however, he received the task of the congressman's secretary.

It is not for him to beat people, let alone for him to kill.

All he needed to do was go to the high platform of the banquet hall and remove a pistol glued to tape on the chasing light.

At first, he didn't understand, what kind of strange task is this?

However, after the incident, even Shiro Hiraoka had already understood it.

The guy in front of him is afraid that he personally killed his congressman boss, and then let himself take away the murder weapon and quickly leave the scene.

Worthy of being a smart person!

With his brain, it was impossible to come up with such an exquisite killing method.

As long as the pistol and remote control are lost, no one can prove that this guy killed someone.

"Of course!"

Shinkura Tsuneaki threw the suitcase forward and slammed it on the ground.

Snap!

The suitcase opens.

Inside is a thick stack of Fukuzawa Yukichi, all of which are 10,000 yuan bills.

Each stack represents 1 million yen.

And such a box of money is probably already tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions of yen.

"Give it to me!"

Grunt!

Shiro Hiraoka swallowed, his eyes almost popping out.

That's enough money for him to squander for years. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

"Gun!"

Tsuneaki Shinkura stretched out his hand.

"Give..."

"Here you go!"

"A soon-to-be congressman should not be stupid enough to kill."

Shiro Hiraoka hesitated.

However, he still threw the pistol to Shinkura Tsunejo.

"Get out of here with your money!"

"The farther you roll, the better!"

Shinkura Tsuneaki urged impatiently.

"Hmph, of course I know!"

Shiro Hiraoka took the money and walked downstairs excitedly.

But it was at the first step of the stairs that he took the first step.

Suddenly!

A strong force came from behind, and the whole person's center of gravity was unbalanced, and he rolled down the stairs on the top floor.

"Idiot!"

Shinkura Tsuneaki took back the suitcase full of banknotes and confirmed his death before sneering and leaving.

Syllable!

Get back to the car and close the door.

Shinkura Tsuneaki breathed a long sigh of relief, and was finally able to relax completely.

Masao Takada died, as did Shiro Hiraoka.

For the rest, you only need to deal with this remote control.

"'It's over soon!'"

He looked at the lighter-style remote control in his hand and smiled slightly.

"Put this thing in Seiji Ishimoto's office and report it anonymously to the police?"

A voice sounded from the back seat.

Makoto Higashino leaned his head forward and asked with a smile.

"You, you are..."

Shinkura Tsuneaki's eyes widened, and the whole person was dumbfounded.

His reaction was quick, though.

Turning around, he pulled out his pistol, and the muzzle was aimed directly at Makoto Higashino's head.

"I'm here to help you, not to harm you!"

"For example, at a hotel celebration, you accidentally dropped this remote control and dropped the battery inside."

"When you put the battery back in, your fingerprints are already stained on it."

Makoto Higashino said unhurriedly while gently pushing his muzzle away.

"Why are you telling me this?"

Shinkura Tsuneaki frowned, and his face became very ugly.

Because, as Makoto Higashino just said, the battery of the remote control is still stained with his fingerprints.

This is ironclad evidence that cannot be quibbled, and once it is handed over to the police, it is completely finished.

"I said, I'm here to help you, not to harm you!"

Makoto Higashino said again.

"Help me?"

"Why help me?"

Shinkura Tsuneaki looked puzzled.

"The person I want to help is not the current secretary, Mr. Niikura, but the future councillor, Mr. Niikura!"

Makoto Higashino smiled slightly.