Chapter 194 Detective in America

The next day, Tsushima Shuji was sent to the police station by Haruhiko Oba.

Of course, it wasn’t a ruthless effort to let Shuji Tsushima squat for education.

He asked Shuji Tsushima to be a detective.

“This child is a detective on Neon’s side. If you have any case, can you take this child with you if you don’t mind?” Oita Haruhiko asked.

“Of course, we need manpower.” The director nodded seriously.

Just bring one more person.

Maybe the other party ran away when he saw the crime scene?

It’s not a difficult thing, and you can also receive an unexpected expense.

Why not do it?

“In this case, I will let this child report every day during this time.” Haruhiko Oba made a decision happily.

Tsushima Shuji’s eyes died.

“Please take a seat, don’t be too restrained, New York is still very peaceful…” The director smiled kindly and tried to say something nice to get closer to each other.

The phone on the table rang.

“What? A murder happened?” He said in disbelief.

Tsushima Shuji: I just arrived…

Does this have anything to do with me?

Knowing that in the world of Ke Xue, the detective’s own death buff Shuji Tsushima, fell into thinking.

come so soon? At least give the director some time to prepare…

“I see, you take someone to maintain the scene first…” The director gave the order calmly.

“I didn’t expect you to encounter a case when you first arrived. How about you, do you want to go together?” He put down the phone and said to Shuji Tsushima.

The boy nodded silently.

So the two rushed to the scene of the crime.

Police have already cordoned off an area.

The two went straight across the cordon and came inside.

“Boss…” The policemen who saw each other greeted each other.

“Head…”

“How’s the situation?” the director asked quickly.

Tsushima Shuji got to the very inside.

Saw a burnt out car and what appeared to be a human figure in the driver’s seat.

Tsushima Shuji put his head in the car window and observed it up close.

That humanoid being is indeed a person.

It’s just that it has been burned to a high degree of carbonization, and nothing can be seen.

“Preliminary inference is that the driver accidentally hit the railing on the side while driving, so that the car exploded and caused a fire…” A policeman reported the situation in a low voice with a pen and paper.

“So…it was an accidental death.” Everyone thought thoughtfully.

Tsushima Shuji put on gloves and reached out to touch the inhuman charred corpse.

“What are you doing? Don’t touch…” A policeman stopped loudly.

“It’s okay, that’s the detective I hired.” The director waved his hand, indicating that he didn’t need to stop.

“See what?” he asked casually, expecting nothing.

It’s not unreasonable for children to be curious about these.

It’s just a bit unexpected that the other party was not scared away by such a scene.

“This is murder.” Tsushima Shuji observed the corpse without raising his head, indifferently.

“Murder?!” The director suddenly widened his eyes.

They both intend to close the case with accidental death.

The boy actually said it was murder?

“This corpse is a male.” Tsushima Shuji observed the car.

“But…” He reached out and pulled out a brown mass.

“Do normal men have such long hair?” He stretched out his hand and asked everyone to look at the hair in his hands.

“Maybe the owner is an artist?” someone asked.

“Then have you found who the owner of the car is?” Tsushima Shuji asked in a flat tone.

Crowd: …

“Not yet…” Someone said weakly.

“Oh.” Tsushima Shuji just let out a blank expression, but everyone present seemed to be humiliated.

“We will find the owner of the car soon.” Someone put down the harsh words.

“Of course I believe the police.” The boy smiled and said calmly.

“The murderer will be found soon,” he said.

Crowd: Cough…

A little embarrassed what happened.

This young man…

I don’t know if it’s for face or what.

The police acted very quickly to find the owner’s information.

The information shows that the other party is 35 years old this year, married and has a son.

New Yorker.

The guy in the photo has short hair.

“It’s short hair.” Tsushima Shuji looked at the photo and said indifferently.

Crowd: …

“Maybe… the other party has long hair recently? How long ago is the information, ah ha ha ha ha…” Someone forcefully said.

The police rushed to the location of his wife.

The door was opened by a blond woman who looked very young.

She looked surprised when she saw the police.

“Hello, is there such a car in your husband’s name?” the policeman who knocked on the door asked with the photo of the car in his hand.

“Yes, he does have one.” The woman nodded after seeing it.

“Where is your husband now?” the policeman asked after putting away the photo.

“…I don’t know.” The woman shook her head.

“That is, he is currently missing?” the policeman asked.

“I think so.” The woman nodded helplessly.

“It’s unfortunate to inform you that your husband may have…” The policeman’s tone was heavy.

“Oh… no… God…” The woman took two steps back and murmured in disbelief.

“We need to enter your house to investigate.” The police showed a search warrant.

The woman had to let the door open to let them in.

Let them rummage through the boxes.

Tsushima Shuji took a pair of gloves from the policeman on the side and put it on.

Go straight to the locker and safe.

Then in the cabinet, I found several insurance contracts.

“Did your husband behave strangely before he disappeared?” A policeman was talking to a woman.

“Does your husband have long hair?” Tsushima Shuji suddenly interjected.

“You are…” The woman looked at the boy who didn’t look like much.

Which police officer’s kid?

You came out to investigate at such a young age?

Although she thought so in her heart, she still gave an answer.

“No, my husband has short hair,” she said without hesitation.

“Then your husband is still alive.” Tsushima Shuji nodded.

“What do you mean?” the woman asked suspiciously.

“You will know.” The boy politely said.

That is, from the dead to the murderer.

“May God bless him.” The woman prayed with her hands folded and her eyes closed.

Tsushima Shuji: …should protect those who met him.

“We need your son’s hair.” Tsushima Shuji looked at the motionless policeman and sighed.

No wonder the FBI is so arrogant.

The local police are too weak.

“Hair? Mike, I mean my husband, what happened to him?” The woman pulled her son in a panicked tone.

“This… we still need to keep it a secret.”

The police hesitated for a moment and said ~www.readmtl.com~ Will you hurt him? “The woman looked at them warily.

“No, ma’am, trust us, we very much hope your husband is all right,” the policeman assured, raising his hand.

Tsushima Shuji: Yes, of course it is the one who gets the job that deserves the credit.

If the opponent resisted and was killed on the spot in the middle, it would be impossible.

“Please make sure to find Mike, please,” the woman pleaded as police collected her son’s hair.

“Don’t worry, ma’am,” the police affirmed.

Tsushima Shuji: She’s really a good wife.

Pity.

Even if your husband comes back alive, he will have to spend the rest of his life in prison.