MTL - How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police-Chapter 23 The Conspiracy of the Column Group 1

"New wounded? Is the murderer committing crimes under our noses?"

"Ms. Yuhui, did Kurumi give you the lipstick you used today?" Xin Haikong looked at Yuhui.

Yuhui was still immersed in the sense of shame that Xiaosan was caught, her face was still full of tears, and when she heard Xin Haikong's question, she nodded stunned, "Kurumi said, this lipstick suits my complexion very well, and it is very beautiful, so I specially painted today...".

"That's right, Miss Youhui should be poisoned soon." Xin Haikong supported Youhui and pushed her to a policeman, "Let's take her to the hospital quickly."

"what?"

Yue seemed to finally want to understand something, and looked at Kurumi in shock.

The other police officers were still looking at Xin Haikong in confusion.

"What a brilliant plan! Are you right, Miss Kurumi?"

Shinkai Air is facing Kurume.

"Give your best friend the lipstick fused with cyanide, and suggest that she wear it on formal occasions. The scumbag who couldn't help but kissed the poisonous lipstick-smeared Miss Youhui, and both died. "

"The only thing you didn't expect is that the first one to go to the dead end is Mr. Xianzai, who has lipstick on the corner of his mouth and drank a big cup of milk tea, not your best friend who hasn't eaten anything since she put on makeup to maintain her demeanor! "

"You're here, what nonsense-" Kurumi was convinced that her plan was correct, but she still refused to admit it, "Poison was ordered by that guy, so what does it have to do with me!"

"You should carry the iron box found under this gentleman's desk with you. Find the right time to throw it under the desk to frame the case." Xin Haikong wanted to end the case sooner, so he directly came to the conclusion.

"If Officer Mumu needs evidence, he can try to put the tin box back in the bag that Miss Kurumi is carrying. Sheepskin bags are the easiest to leave marks, especially such angular tin boxes."

"And the lipstick you gave Miss Youhui, these big brand lipsticks usually have a product number, you can find out which counter they were sold from by checking, and then compare and monitor to see if your figure is among them. Not difficult."

All the evidence was put on the table, and the irrefutable Kurume finally bowed his head and pleaded guilty. After the police at the scene took the person away, the coffee shop resumed business again.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

After the police collected evidence and left the scene, Osamu Dazai seemed to have just recovered from his own world and applauded.

"What a wonderful case-solving process!"

Yin and Yang weirdness.

The message sent by Minister Matsumoto only included the location, time and table number 4. As a result, he managed to find this remote coffee shop, and he had to solve a case on the spot, and he didn't know if he had just exposed anything. Although it is Osamu Dazai, it is impossible to know at first sight that he is real sake, right?

Xin Haikong smiled shyly, but did not speak.

"My name is Osamu Dazai." Osamu Dazai was facing Xin Haikong, spit out his name almost word by word, and his dark brown eyes stared firmly at Xin Haikong.

After seeing the face of the young police officer on the opposite side that hardly changed, he frowned and glanced down.

"I'm a member of the Armed Detective Agency, and I'll be in charge of the Hashimama group."

"Hello, Mr. Dazai, I'm Shinkai, the police officer in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department who is in charge of contacting you—"

"I know you, the famous Xinhai police officer, the news about you was still playing on the TV in the cafe just now."

"Ah! Ha!" Xin Haikong was a little embarrassed. The Metropolitan Police Department has been very well funded recently, and the news of whitewashing has been overwhelming for three days. With this momentum, any star can debut.

"Regarding this cooperation, our police need your cooperation to deal with—"

"Port Mafia. I'll cooperate."

Dazai Osamu once again interrupted Shin Kaiku's words.

"Today's meeting is here, and I still have very urgent things to do. Officer Xinhai, let's talk next time."

The young man stood up quickly, his brown windbreaker fluttered in the wind, and walked quickly outside. As soon as he stepped out the door, he stuck his head out into the coffee shop, "I haven't paid for my coffee yet, I'm sorry to trouble the Xinhai police officer!"

? ? ?

They haven't discussed anything yet. Although he hasn't learned about the specific situation of the column group in advance, there are always some deployment issues that need to be discussed, right?

Just gone? He spent two hours finding this cafe today, solved a case, introduced himself and left?

But this at least shows that Dazai is not interested in himself at all, which is a good thing.

"Sir, that gentleman spent a total of 3,000 yen just now, may I ask—"

"3,000 yen?! What did that guy drink?"

"Um, that gentleman ordered the most expensive one in our store... Is it a credit card or something?"

Xin Haikong, who was born as a social animal, has never drunk such expensive coffee, but now his worth is different. After all, he is a man with two wages.

The police officer's annual salary is nearly 8 million yen, but it is still a lot less than that of the winery. In the previous task of the Tokyo Tower, Jin Jiu directly gave him 5 million yen in one breath. He really deserves to be the big brother, and the money is never soft. So Amuro, who holds three salaries like him, probably has a small amount of savings.

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The next day, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

"The above is all the information about the start of Hashimama. This underground organization currently occupies nearly one-third of the Tokyo underground market, and nearly three-quarters of it in smuggling. I think this is why it Reason for choosing to work with the Port Mafia."

In the dimly lit conference room, on the screen in front of the screen projected the financial income of the columnar group in the past year, which was a figure that many ordinary people could not imagine.

But in fact, for this kind of underground organization, the greater interest lurks in the iceberg under the sea.

"It's really not enough people to swallow elephants, there are already so many and I'm still not satisfied..." The little policeman sitting on the left of Xin Haikong groaned in a low voice.

How can it be satisfied? Interest should never be too little.

"A few days ago, an undercover police officer sent by our police to the Hakuma group seven years ago died..."

Sitting in the first seat, Matsumoto Kiyocho spoke softly in a low voice.

"The last news that he came out before his death was that Hashimama colluded with Hong Kong and black to integrate the underground."

The meeting room fell into a dead silence.

Matsumoto Kiyocho changed the next page of PPT again, and the whole surface was filled with tables.

"In response to his information, we have re-investigated the attacks and business conflicts that have occurred in the past week, and found that nearly 70% of the commercial and non-commercial activities of underground organizations have been hit. Among them, thirteen cases, we used to think It may be just a case of ordinary gang rush, and now it has been confirmed that the port mafia should be involved. But the interesting thing is that one of them is against the column mafia.”

"Didn't you say that Hong Kong black and the Shima group colluded? Why are you still suppressing the activities of the column group?" The little policeman on the left asked, and then he covered his mouth with hindsight.

"This is what we need to investigate. What is the plan of the column between the groups, and what does it have to do with the Hong Kong gangsters? What price does the columnist group exchange for their support from the Hong Kong gangsters, and how are they going to integrate the underground? organize-"

"Let's avoid suspicion." Xin Haikong was still immersed in his own thoughts and said subconsciously.

"Officer Xinhai? What did you say?" The sudden voice was very abrupt in the conference room, and almost all the police locked their eyes on Xinhaikong.

Xin Haikong raised his head and looked at everyone's expressions, only to realize that he just accidentally said it directly, but it doesn't matter.

"Just a guess."

"I think Hong Kong blacks are consciously suppressing underground organizations in Tokyo, but they do these things, either by smashing stores, besieging a certain stronghold, or interrupting the trading scene and directly robbing the source of goods..."

"These things are still a long way from the real use of force to unify the underground organizations. On the contrary, it will cause a lot of mental pressure on these underground organizations. Or panic."

"As a large organization that accounts for nearly one-third of Tokyo's underground market, it would be unreasonable for the Hashima Group to have no loss at all in this Hong Kong black invasion incident. Any organization can easily guess the Hong Kong black attack. There is a shadow of the column mama behind it."

"But now it's different, the Hashimama-gumi has also been attacked. Then the underground organizations all over Tokyo face a brand new opponent, the port mafia, who is running in and invading from the outside, which will make them start to unite. The enemy of the enemy is Partners, together they will defend against a new enemy."

"Officer Xinhai means that the reason why Hong Kong blacks create these cases is to unite the underground organizations? Indeed, if all the underground organizations in Tokyo are united, the relatively large Hakuma group is likely to directly Gain leadership and occupy all the underground markets in Tokyo. And the port mafia that plays with them should also be well resolved—" Matsumoto Kiyotaka nodded in agreement.

"That's not right."

Xin Haikong shook his head, "If that's just the case, the Hakuma group has only taken the leadership position, and other organizations still exist. This is not integration. Integration should be to squeeze everything into one's own hands. ."

"And it's too slow, holding a trump card like Hong Kong and black."

"Then tell me, what is this for—"

"Knock! Knock! Knock!"

There was a knock on the door of the conference room, interrupting the argument.

After the door opened, a strange policeman walked in. After he leaned over to Matsumoto Kiyocho and said something, he walked away alone.

Matsumoto Kiyoshi's expression became more solemn the more he listened, "Everyone, now, we have the latest news—"