Chapter 841 Shouldn't detectives be able to pick locks?

Listening to the voice coming from the other end of the phone, the elegant middle-aged man and the short-haired man were silent for a while.

They all turned their attention to Fujino.

Fujino put away the phone and shook his head slightly helplessly: "This phone can't be connected... If it doesn't work, why don't you pay the phone bill and try again?"

"..."

The two were silent for a while after hearing this.

Good guy, I’ve given you the money, so you should be polite.

Come on at the critical moment?

I think you just tested it in advance. Is this phone already shut down?

"..."

Not far away, several people who were silently paying attention to Fujino's operations were speechless for a while.

Fujino's technique is a bit too skillful.

Several people couldn't help but wonder: Is this an act or is it real?

"Are you playing with us?"

The short-haired man had a hot temper and stood up directly, "I advise you to give us your phone as soon as possible, otherwise we will be in trouble and you will have to walk around without food!"

"Um?"

Fujino suddenly became unhappy, "What do you mean, am I the kind of person who picks up someone else's phone and refuses to return it?"

The elegant middle-aged man was obviously much calmer: "Of course we didn't mean it, it's just..."

"well!"

Before he finished speaking, Fujino sighed and said with a heartbroken look: "Good people are not rewarded well. If this is the case, then I can only hand over the phone to the police and let the police verify it with you."

"My friend has a bit of a hot temper, don't mind it."

The elegant middle-aged man shouted, and then smiled kindly and flatteringly at Fujino: "We will go to the communications company to find a solution when we get back."

"Please."

…………

After leaving the Colombo restaurant, the two men returned to the car parked in the parking lot and started talking.

The short-haired man said solemnly: "That guy seems to be a detective. What should we do now?"

The elegant middle-aged man took off his glasses and said solemnly: "The phone is in his hand now. We are obviously the owners. If we act too strange, we will be noticed."

The short-haired man sighed: "Is it possible that we really have to pay the phone bill for that phone, and then come over again tomorrow?"

"what are you thinking?"

The elegant middle-aged man rolled his eyes at him: "I really don't know if you are really stupid or pretending to be stupid. You are like a reckless man, but you shrink back at critical moments. Don't you know how to do things the way you usually do?"

As he spoke, a trace of ruthlessness appeared on his face: "He is a student of Didan High School and a detective. He has his own detective agency. You let the gang of brats from your club go over to rob him, or you let the police lead you in the dark." If someone goes to his house and robs him, wouldn’t it be enough to take his phone away?”

"You're right!"

Hearing this, the short-haired man suddenly realized: "Anyway, robberies happen every day in this place. If there is one more detective than him, no one will care!"

…………

Inside a Colombo restaurant.

After getting the mobile phone number, Fujino directly called the off-field aid brother Megure for help.

Of course Megure was not good at showing up, so he left the matter to Sato and Takagi.

Soon, the two of them found the identity of the owner of this string of phone numbers.

Judging from the information, the owner of the account is a reporter and currently lives in an apartment in Cupido Town.

After getting the clue, Yumi Miyamoto's work was finally completed. Azusa Enomoto saw that it was not too late and returned to Café Poirot.

Fujino asked Miyamoto Yumizai to go to the Metropolitan Police Department to meet Sato and Takagi. After following the address left by the number, he directly found the reporter's home.

"The surname is Xiaoli, it should be this family."

Miwako Sato stood in front of the door of an apartment building, looked at the house number in front of her and murmured: "No one came out to answer the doorbell. It seems that no one is home."

Takagi followed her and suggested: "Otherwise, let's go to the administrator and ask for the key?"

Seeing this, Fujino, who was standing further behind the two, silently stepped forward and greeted the two: "It's too troublesome. You two, get out of the way and leave this door to me."

"Hey, wait a minute."

Sato Miwako couldn't help but remind: "This is an apartment, so don't make too much noise."

Fujino looked confused: "Are you making a fuss?"

Sato Miwako looked suspicious: "Don't you want to break the door directly?"

Fujino: "..."

So what image do I have in your eyes?

Fujino was speechless for a moment, then took out a piece of wire from his cuff and put it into the keyhole: "You are overthinking it. I just want to pick the lock. Although breaking the door is simple, it is not enough."

"Can you pick locks?"

Miwako Sato looked at Fujino who put his ear to the keyhole in a decent manner, and couldn't help but look weird.

"Ha, what happened to the lock picking?"

Fujino kept moving his hands: "Shouldn't picking locks be a unique skill for any detective?"

After that, he took out a small colorful card from his pocket and swiped it directly inside the crack of the door. Then, with a click, the door was pried open.

Sato Miwako: "..."

Why do you feel like this detective is getting more and more tortured?

Fortunately, this guy is a detective. If he becomes a criminal, a police officer like me will suffer a lot!

…………

The three entered the room and soon found relevant evidence in the study.

It was a pile of photocopies, recording a pile of account books, and the names, positions and amounts of bribes were clearly marked on the account books.

For example, the presidents of gangster organizations, officials of the Liberal Democratic Party, some bank presidents, or company presidents, and members of the residents' committee.

The owner of the account book evidence was a member of the Tokyo Metropolitan Assembly named Abe Shuhei.

However, since the case was not under the jurisdiction of the First Investigation Division, after finding the evidence, Fujino and his team handed the case over to the Second Investigation Division.

After handing over to the First Investigation Division, the people of the Second Investigation Division decided to cooperate with Fujino's action tomorrow to arrest the two people who came to trade today first, and then launch the action from there.

…………

Fujino handed over the work to the people of the Second Investigation Division and came out of the Metropolitan Police Department. It was already dark.

On the way home, he received a call from Huihara Ai.

On the other end of the phone, Huiyuan Ai explained what she saw and heard today when visiting the imaging institute, and then mentioned that the movie was not ready yet and would not be finished until the evening, so she planned to stay there tonight.

"Okay, I know, I'll pick you up tomorrow."

Fujino responded, but in his heart he was thinking about the case in Tokyo Imaging Institute in his memory.

"Click--!"

At this moment, a sound of tires rubbing against the ground suddenly sounded.

Fujino looked up and found that a black van suddenly braked and stopped in front of his car.

"Interesting..."

Fujino frowned slightly, stepped on the brakes hard, stopped his car, and then shifted the reverse gear to move the car backwards.

"Click--!"

But at this moment, another sound of tires sounded.

A black van suddenly stopped behind him, blocking his way behind him.

"Bang!"

The rear door of the black van in front was suddenly opened just as the rear car stopped.

Several figures quickly got out of the trunk and approached Fujino's car.