Chapter 835: The Police Department's Wealthy Wolf"Because I hung up the phone, my boss scolded me after hearing about it."
Azusa Enomoto felt a little embarrassed about hanging up the phone out of fear, and sighed helplessly: "Since then, I have charged this phone and waited for the other party to call... So I shouldn't have hung up that call."
Then she looked at Fujino with a smirk on her face, shyly touching her index fingers together: "I just talked about this with Mingmei and the others, and that's why I have to trouble you, Fujino-kun."
"It's really not your fault."
Fujino took the phone, opened the interface and took a look at the system inside: "After all, any normal person would hang up on such a threatening call. Who would answer such a call?"
"Is that right?"
Azusa Enomoto felt much better after hearing this.
To be honest, she still felt a little guilty.
After all, it was because she didn't answer the call that the other party couldn't find her phone.
The manager was afraid that she would hang up the phone, which would lead to rumors that their cafe wanted to swallow up the call, so he scolded her for it.
"But speaking of which, is there no card in this phone? Or has the address book been cleared?"
Fujino carefully examined the phone in his hand and asked, "Normally, as long as the address book is checked, the owner of the phone should be found quickly, right?"
"Yeah, I thought so too. There is indeed a phone number in the address book..."
Azusa Enomoto nodded, but with a hint of helplessness in her tone, she said, "But those phone numbers are all random numbers, and even the names are fake. They are so random that I can't get through. And I couldn't get through even when I called back according to the call records. It seems that the phone has been shut down."
"Isn't this some kind of secret code?"
At this time, Minaho, who was sitting next to her, suddenly mentioned it, and then Hona continued, "Since it is a complex text, it must be deciphered to understand its content."
Minaho took over the conversation again: "That's how it's played out in mystery dramas."
Mingmei beside him nodded and agreed, "That's right. If it's a code, then it's normal. According to the routine of mystery dramas, after we crack the code, it will definitely be related to a case!"
"Why would a normal person leave a secret code in his or her address book?"
Fujino first complained in his heart speechlessly, then flipped through the address book and took a look, thinking: "But if it's a code, it's indeed possible. After all, at first glance, you can tell that these phone numbers are fake. If it's a code, it's reasonable. But if you want to decipher this code, there is no clue left. It seems that you must get some clues about the other party's identity."
As we all know, the codes in the world of science have always been very abstract, whether it be language pronunciations or abstract combinations, there is nothing that the question setter cannot come up with, except for your own imagination.
It can be said that the way to crack the code depends entirely on the mood of the person who sets the question.
I don’t know how to answer idealistic questions like this!
It would be nice if Ai was here.
At least I can help myself see the code.
Fujino thought about the absent Ai for a moment, then turned to Enomoto Azusa and asked, "Sister Azusa, do you still have any impression of that person? For example, is he a regular customer of your store or something..."
Azusa Enomoto recalled: "As for the impression... I remember that the guest came around noon. He was wearing glasses, a bit fat, a middle-aged man. He kept fiddling with the phone while eating, so I have a deep impression of him."
"As for the regular customers...he is not a regular customer of the store. It was probably just a coincidence that he came that day."
"The first call came an hour after he left, the second right after that, and the third thirty minutes later."
"The first call came a long time ago. The phone fell under the seat. It took me a while to find it. Fortunately, an antenna was exposed. Otherwise, I wouldn't know how to pull it out."
Fujino listened and realized the key point: "In other words, this code could have been left by that person on purpose?"
Enomoto Azusa was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Yes, if he wanted to put it in his pocket, he would definitely put the antenna away. Could it be that he wanted to put the antenna there in the first place?"
"I think that's it."
Fujino thought about it and felt a headache: "So we are back to the code again."
Sighing, he turned to Enomoto Azusa and asked, "Sister Azusa, besides these, is there anything special about him?"
"If you think about it carefully, it is indeed a bit special."
Azusa Enomoto was serious for a moment, then smiled and said, "That customer ordered fried noodles, vegetables, fruit sundae, tomato juice and salad, which was exactly 3,000 yen!"
"In our restaurant, if you don't order these five items, it's impossible for the total to be exactly 3,000 yen. I only realized it when I saw the bill. It's really amazing that you can order both exact and zero amounts."
"Indeed, I'll have to look through the menu for a while if I want to make an integer."
Mingmei nodded in agreement. "And it's really rare that he ordered so many things just to make up the bill. Could he have obsessive-compulsive disorder?"
"right?"
Azusa Enomoto seemed to have found a confidant: "I originally thought that he had some obsessive-compulsive disorder and that was why he ordered so much, but in the end he actually finished it all."
"He finished all of this food. He has a really big appetite."
Mingmei pursed her chin and said, "This appetite is almost comparable to that of our Fujino..."
Fujino: "..."
So I’m really sorry that my appetite is almost the same as that of a fat person!
Azusa Enomoto smiled and then suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, speaking of appetite, I remember he seemed to have given me a receipt. At that time, I was wondering if he was working or something, why did he eat so much? If he ate too much, wouldn't it affect his work? I had this thought."
"After all, when he was leaving and paying the bill, he asked me for an invoice, but he didn't write his name on the invoice. He just asked me to write "Dear Guest" as the name."
"In that case, it's definitely not for reimbursement."
Fujino thought for a moment and then explained, "If it is a normal expense reimbursement card invoice, the corresponding name must be written on it. Although it is okay not to write the name, it will be much more troublesome. If it is not a necessary task, at least the Metropolitan Police Department must write the name."
He is an expert at reimbursement, a corrupt official within the Metropolitan Police Department, and a skilled thief of funds.
Fujino is very familiar with the process of issuing invoices and has done it countless times.
There is no other reason, just skill.
Azusa Enomoto was puzzled when he heard this: "Do police officers also need to issue invoices for meals?" "It should be like this."
Miyano Akemi recalled: "I remember Ms. Sato often issued invoices when she came to our store to drink beverages."
"That's only limited to criminal police and special police."
At this time, a familiar female voice was heard. Fujino turned around and saw Yumi Miyamoto walking into the store wearing a blue uniform of a traffic police officer, followed by a slightly older fat woman.
Miyamoto Yumi walked slowly to the table of several people, put her hands on her waist and explained: "When the police are conducting investigations and tracking, they can use the invoices to reimburse the expenses incurred when performing official duties."
As she spoke, she sighed sadly, "It's just that people like us who wear uniforms don't have such good luck. We have to pay for a drink ourselves, and even the reimbursement slips are blocked. Sometimes I really envy you guys in the Criminal Department!"
Thinking of the broken rear window of her red panda, she felt a little pain in her heart.
For a police officer like her who can't just claim reimbursement, who knows how many procedures she went through just for that piece of rear glass!
It took several weeks to replace the glass!
As she spoke, she squinted at Fujino. "Especially the chief financial wolf of the Metropolitan Police Department, Mr. Fujino, who damages public property whenever he wants, forcing the Metropolitan Police Department to issue a slip to get reimbursed. He also ate and drank a lot with Miwako and Takagi, and swallowed up a million dollars of operational funds during a business trip. The chief of the Osaka headquarters even went to the Metropolitan Police Department to question him!"
Although this matter has not been disclosed to the public and is still just a rumor, within the Metropolitan Police Department, "Three financial wolves from the three departments of the Metropolitan Police Department embezzled 1 million yen of operational funds from the Osaka Headquarters" has become a well-known legend.
I heard that the Osaka headquarters even launched a campaign to save money by simplifying things, using the "Metropolitan Police Department's Financial Wolf Team" as a negative example.
Even those in charge of finances at the Metropolitan Police Department were on tenterhooks, fearing that the police department's financial wolves might accidentally give them a million yen reimbursement form.
"Cough hum!"
Fujino coughed awkwardly. "Damage to public property is a necessary expense, and the Metropolitan Police Department doesn't need to reimburse the large sum of money anyway. It's okay to lose face, but it's OK as long as the funds are not lost."
Then, she turned to Miyamoto Yumi and asked, "But Yumi, why did you come to our store? You should be on duty now, right?"
"Could it be that he ran out to slack off in the middle of work?"
"What do you mean by slacking off? How can I be as free as you guys in the Criminal Department?"
Yumi Miyamoto showed dead fish eyes, complained, took out a note from her pocket, and showed it to everyone: "I am on duty now, investigating a traffic accident case. I found this place by following the signature of [Poirot] on this invoice. Unfortunately, the Poirot Cafe opposite is now closed."
"I saw that your detective agency is right across the street, and I heard from Miwako that you opened this Snow King Ice City, so I thought of coming over to ask if you know anyone in the store across the street."
"Three thousand yen..."
Miyano Akemi looked at the invoice in Miyamoto Yumi's hand and asked, "Could this be the invoice that Xiaozi issued?"
Yumi Miyamoto was not surprised to hear this.
After all, the two stores are right across from each other, so normally they should know each other.
So she had found the right place!
I am really smart!
Miyamoto Yumi was secretly proud of herself, and then asked, "Can you contact the people in the store across the street now?"
"Contact or something, why don't you just ask directly?"
Fujino looked at Azusa Enomoto next to him and said, "This is Ms. Azusa Enomoto, the waitress at the Poirot Café across the street..."
As he spoke, he also introduced Yumi Miyamoto: "Sister Xiaozi, this is Yumi Miyamoto from the traffic department."
"Hello, Officer Yumi Miyamoto."
Azusa Enomoto nodded slightly, still a little unfamiliar with police instincts.
She knew that the other party was looking for her, and that they were investigating a traffic accident, so she couldn't help but ask, "Well, did the owner of this invoice encounter a traffic accident?"
As she spoke, she picked up the phone and said, "That gentleman left his phone in our store, and I'm planning to return it to him now."
"Give it back to him... You probably can't do it."
Miyamoto Yumi looked strange for a moment, "He was declared dead two nights ago."
“Dead…dead?”
Azusa Enomoto was confused: "How could this happen?"
The Shimogasa sisters showed a trace of fear on their faces and glanced at their phones with lingering fear, as if they recalled some bad memories.
He held the other person's hand, looking silly and cute: "It was just lost, and the owner died. There are strange notes in the address book... Could Mr. Mobile be cursed?"
Miyamoto Yumi: "..."
How come these two identical twin sisters are so quirky?
Fujino: "..."
The mask incident did cause considerable psychological trauma to these two.
Even this matter can be cursed.
But think about it, it's just picking up a mobile phone, and then the owner of the phone died, which is indeed a bit too outrageous.
It should be said that everything in the world of science may be related to the dead...
Miyano Akemi was quite serious. She thought about everyone's previous speculations, and then asked Miyamoto Yumi, "Officer Yumi, could that gentleman have been murdered?"
"No, if it's a murder hit and run, the case will be handed over to Fujino-kun and Miwako. We can't get involved at all."
Miyamoto Yumi shook her head slightly: "The man was hit and killed at the Sanmachi intersection. The accident happened around 2 pm. Although he was rushed to a nearby hospital for emergency treatment, he died in the end due to his serious injuries."
"The truck driver did not flee after hitting the man. According to eyewitness testimony, the man who was hit and killed poked his head out from behind the car parked on the side of the road and ran onto the road. Before that, he asked for the address of the Polo Cafe at a convenience store nearby."
As she spoke, she glanced at the phone in Enomoto Azusa's hand: "If he wanted to come here to look for his phone, it is indeed possible that he would rush onto the road in a hurry and get hit by a car. This is reasonable."
As she spoke, she sighed, pulled out an evidence bag from her inner pocket, and complained, "Although we can temporarily determine the reason why this guy was hit, his identity is still not found... This guy has so many invoices on him, but they are all useless. I spent a whole day looking for this place. It seems that I have worked in vain again."
(End of this chapter)
