Chapter 835

Chapter 835 "The Police Department's Money Wolf"

"Because I took the initiative to hang up the phone, my boss even scolded me after hearing about it."

Azusa Enomoto felt a little embarrassed about hanging up the phone because of fear, and sighed helplessly: "Since then, I have charged the phone and waited for the other party to call...so I really shouldn't have Hang up that phone call."

On second thought, she looked at Fujino, with a sneer on her face, and her shy index fingers kept touching each other: "I just talked about this matter with Mingmei and the others, and now I'm in trouble for you, Fujino-kun."

"It's really not your fault."

Fujino took the phone, opened the phone's interface and took a look at the system inside: "After all, any normal person would hang up on such a threatening call. Who would listen to such a call?"

"is that so?"

Azusa Enomoto felt a lot better after hearing this.

To be honest, she still blamed herself a little.

After all, it was because she didn't answer the phone that the phone was not found by the other party.

The store manager was afraid that if she hung up the phone, there would be rumors and rumors that the phone would be swallowed up in their cafe, so he even reprimanded her for it.

"But speaking of which, does this phone have no card? Or has the address book been cleared?"

Fujino looked at the phone in his hand carefully and asked: "Normally, as long as you look at the address book, the owner of the phone can be found quickly, right?"

"Well, that's what I thought too. There is indeed a phone number in the address book..."

Azusa Enomoto nodded, but said with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "But those phone numbers are all messy numbers, and even the names are fake. It's impossible to get through with all the mess, and I can't call back according to the call records. Can’t get through, the phone seems to have been shut down.”

"Isn't this some kind of secret code?"

At this time, Minaho, who was sitting next to her, suddenly spoke up, and then Minaho continued: "Since it is a complicated text, it must be deciphered to understand the content."

Minaho took over the conversation again: "This is how things are done in mystery dramas."

Mingmei next to her nodded when she heard the words and agreed: "That's true. If it's a code, it's normal. Even according to the routine of mystery dramas, after we crack the code, we will definitely be involved in a case!"

'How can a normal person leave a password in his or her address book...'

Fujino complained silently in his heart at first, then opened the address book and took a look, thinking: "But it is indeed possible to use secret codes. After all, you can tell at a glance that these phone numbers are fake. If they are secret codes, , which is reasonable, but if you want to unravel this code, there is no clue left in it. It seems that you must get some clues about the identity of the other party. "

As we all know, the codes in Ke Xue's world have always been very abstract. You can't think of any language pronunciation or abstract combination, and no question maker can't come up with it.

It can be said that the way to crack the code is completely based on the mood of the person who asked the question.

I don’t know how to answer such idealistic questions!

It would be great if Xiao Ai was here.

At least I can help myself see the password.

Fujino missed the absence of Xiao Ai for a moment, then turned to Azusa Enomoto and asked: "Sister Azusa, do you have any impression of that person? For example, is he a regular customer of your store or something..."

After hearing this, Azusa Enomoto recalled something: "In terms of impression... I remember that it was about noon when the guest came. He was wearing glasses, a little chubby, a middle-aged man, and he kept playing with this while eating. I have a mobile phone, so I’m very impressed.”

"As for the regular customers...he is not a regular customer of the store. It was probably just a coincidence that he came here that day."

"The first call came after he left, an hour after he left, the second call came immediately after, and the third call came thirty minutes later."

"The first call came a long time ago. The phone fell under the seat. I searched for it for a while before I found it. Fortunately, an antenna section was exposed. Otherwise, I wouldn't have known how to pull it out."

Fujino listened and realized the important point: "In other words, is it possible that this code was left by that person specifically?"

Hearing this, Azusa Enomoto was stunned for a moment, and suddenly reacted: "Yes, if you want to put it in your pocket, you will definitely put the antenna away. Doesn't he want to put the antenna there in the first place? Bar?"

"I think that's it."

Fujino thought and felt a little headache: "So it's back to the code."

Sighing, he asked Enomoto Azusa: "Sister Azusa, besides these, is there anything special about him?"

"If you think about it carefully, it is indeed a bit special."

Azusa Enomoto looked serious for a moment, then said with a smile on his face: "That customer ordered fried noodles, vegetable and fruit sundae, tomato juice and salad, which is exactly 3,000 yen!"

"In our store, if you don't order these five things exactly, it's impossible to get exactly 3,000 yen. I only found out when I saw the bill. Speaking of ordering, it's really awesome to be able to order both odd and whole items. of."

"Indeed, you will have to look through the menu for a while if you want to make up the round number."

Amei 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?"

"Really?"

Enomoto Azusa seemed to have found a confidant: "I originally thought that he had some obsessive-compulsive disorder, so he ordered so many things, but in the end he actually finished them all."

"He finished all these things. He has a really big appetite."

Amei pursed her chin: "This appetite is almost comparable to our Fujino..."

Fujiano: "..."

So I'm sorry that my appetite is almost the same as that of a fat man!

Azusa Enomoto smiled, then suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, speaking of appetite, I remember that he seemed to have issued me an invoice at that time. 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 thought so."

"After all, when he settled the bill before leaving, he asked me for an invoice, but he didn't write his name on the invoice, but just asked to write "Guest" as the name."

"In that case, it is definitely not for reimbursement."

Fujian thought for a while after hearing this, and then explained: "If it is a normal reimbursement card invoice, the corresponding name must be written. Although it is okay not to write the name, it will be a lot of trouble. If it is not a necessary task, at least the Metropolitan Police Department must write the name."

As a reimbursement expert, an internal borer of the Metropolitan Police Department, and a skilled fund thief.

Fujian is very familiar with the process of issuing invoices, and I don't know how many times he has done it.

Nothing else, only skilled.

Azusa Enomoto was puzzled when she heard this: "Do police officers also need to issue invoices for meals?"

"It should be like this."

Akira Miyano recalled: "I remember that Miss Sato often issued invoices when she came to our store to drink drinks."

"That's only limited to criminal police and special police."

At this time, a familiar female voice came, and Fujino turned around and saw Yumi Miyamoto walking into the store in a blue uniform of a traffic police officer, followed by a slightly older fat woman.

Yumi Miyamoto walked slowly to the table of several people, and explained with her hands on her hips: "When the police are conducting investigations and tracking, they can use invoices to reimburse the expenses incurred when performing official duties."

As she said, she sighed resentfully: "But people like us who wear uniforms are not so lucky. We have to pay for a drink ourselves, and even the reimbursement slips have to be 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 cannot claim reimbursement casually, she went through so many procedures for that rear glass!

It took several weeks to replace the glass!

As she spoke, she squinted at Fujino: "Especially the chief of the Metropolitan Police Department's money wolves, Mr. Fujino, who damages public property whenever he wants, causing the Metropolitan Police Department to issue a note for reimbursement. He took Miwako and Takagi with him and ate a lot. He ate 1 million yen of operation funds on a business trip. The director of the Osaka headquarters went to the Metropolitan Police Department to question him!"

Although this matter has not been disclosed and is only a rumor, within the Metropolitan Police Department, "Three money wolves of the three departments of the Metropolitan Police Department swindled 1 million yen of operation funds from the Osaka headquarters" has become a well-known legend.

It is said that the Osaka headquarters also launched a simple, clean and cost-saving action for this purpose, using "The Money Wolf Team of the Metropolitan Police Department" as a negative example.

Even those in charge of finance at the Metropolitan Police Department were on tenterhooks, fearing that the Metropolitan Police Department's money wolves would accidentally get them a million yen reimbursement form.

"Ahem!"

Fujino coughed awkwardly, "Damage to public property, isn't that necessary consumption? Besides, the Metropolitan Police Department doesn't need to reimburse for big money anyway. It's okay to lose face, but it's okay as long as the funds are not lost."

As she said that, she asked Yumi Miyamoto, "But Yumi, why did you come to our store? You should be on duty now, right?"

"Could it be that you came out to slack off in the middle of work?"

"What do you mean by slacking off? How can I be as idle as you people in the Criminal Department?"

Yumi Miyamoto showed dead eyes and complained as she took out a note from her pocket, Show 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 Café opposite is now closed."

"I saw that your detective agency is opposite, 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 opposite."

"Three thousand yen..."

Miyano Akemi looked at the invoice in Yumi Miyamoto's hand, "Could this invoice be the one that Xiao Zi issued?"

Yumi Miyamoto was not surprised to hear this.

After all, the two stores are opposite each other, and normally they should know each other.

So she really found the right place!

I am really smart!

Yumi Miyamoto was secretly proud in her heart, and then asked: "Can you contact the people in the store opposite now?"

"Contact or something, why don't you just ask directly?"

Fujino looked at Azusa Enomoto next to him: "This is Miss Azusa Enomoto, the waitress of the Poirot Café opposite..."

As he spoke, he also introduced Yumi Miyamoto: "Sister Azusa, this is Yumi Miyamoto from the transportation department."

"Hello, Officer Yumi Miyamoto."

Azusa Enomoto nodded slightly, still a little unfamiliar with police instinct.

She knew that the other party came to see her, and was currently investigating a traffic accident case, so she couldn't help but ask: "Um, did the owner of this invoice encounter any traffic accident?"

As she said that, she picked up the phone: "The 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, "He was declared dead two nights ago."

"Dead...dead?"

Azusa Enomoto was confused for a while: "How could this happen?"

The Shimoli sisters showed a hint of panic, and glanced at their phones with lingering fear, as if they were recalling some bad memory.

He held the other person's hand and said with a cute look: "It was lost just now, and the owner died. The strange notes in the address book... Could there be some curse on Mr. Cell Phone?"

Miyamoto Yumi: "..."

Why are these two identical twin sisters so weird?

Fujino: "..."

The mask thing really caused a big psychological shadow on these two people.

Even this thing can be thought of as a curse.

But think about it, it’s a bit outrageous to just pick up a mobile phone, and then the owner of the mobile phone dies or something.

It should be said that anything in Ke Xue's world may be related to the dead...

Miyano Akemi is quite serious. She thought about everyone's previous speculations, and then asked Miyamoto Yumi: "Officer Yumi, could that gentleman be murdered?"

"No, if it's a hit-and-run murder, the case will be left to Fujino-kun and Miwako, and we can't interfere at all."

Miyamoto Yumi shook her head slightly: "That man was hit and killed at the Sanmachi intersection. The accident happened at around two o'clock in the afternoon. Although he was rushed to a nearby hospital for rescue, he died of his injuries in the end. Lost."

"The truck driver at the time did not run away after hitting the person. According to the testimony of eyewitnesses, the man who was killed sneaked out from behind the car parked on the roadside and ran onto the road. Before that, he was still asking questions at a convenience store. Got the address of Café Poirot.”

As she said that, she glanced at the phone in Azusa Enomoto's hand: "If you want to come here to find the phone, it is indeed possible to rush onto the road in a hurry and get hit by a car, which is reasonable. ”

As she spoke, she sighed, took out an evidence bag from her pocket, and complained: "Although the reason why this guy was hit can be determined for the time being, in the final analysis, the identity of this guy has not been found... I carried a lot of invoices with me, but they all turned out to be useless. It took me a whole day to find them, and it seemed that my work was in vain. "