After dinner, He Ma followed Shiratori out the door. He was about to get his sports car, but Shiratori grabbed him and said, "No, you are my partner today, take my car. Your sister has a driver's license, right?" ? Give her a few days."
Kazuma looked at the sports car, shrugged, and followed Shiratori into his Nissan sedan.
While Shiratori was busy starting the car, Kazuma asked, "When did Yuzao call you last night?"
"It's very late. To be honest, it's already past the time when normal people would call. I thought it was some urgent case. For example, the Fuqing gang exploded another anti-tank mine, or another US military helicopter opened fire in the urban area. What."
He curled his lips with the horse, but didn't answer.
Shiratori's car was on fire for a long time, but it didn't start, so he muttered: "What's the matter? I just did maintenance yesterday, why can't it start again?"
He Ma: "Your car looks old, doesn't it?"
"Ah, yes, this model has been discontinued last year, but I am reluctant to change it. After all, it is the car that has accompanied me throughout my police career."
He Ma was speechless: "So old? No, isn't that the shape of the car in that era? Shouldn't it be more round?"
"My car was the latest model back then." Shiratori said while turning the key again.
His car was held up for several seconds like constipation, and finally shook, making a normal engine running sound.
Shiratori let out a long breath: "It's okay."
He turned his head to look behind, turned the steering wheel at the same time, backed the car out of the yard, and parked on the road.
At this time, Chiyoko went out: "Hema, aren't you going to drive a sports car today?"
"Yes." Said Kazuma and rolled down the window, and threw the key to Chiyoko, "You can drive it, or let Ah Mao drive it."
"Okay. Have a good trip." Chiyoko stood in front of the house, waving his hands and watching Ma Yuan go.
Hema looked away.
While driving, Shiratori said: "Let me tell you about today's schedule. I have finishing work today. Yesterday, the team caught a suspect at the murder scene, but we suspect that he is not a criminal, but a thief. Let's go to interrogate him." Check him out. That’s why I’m in a hurry to find a partner, because there are black and white faces in the interrogation.”
He Ma: "Oh, it's a common configuration in criminal investigation dramas...Damn it, I haven't had a serious interrogation of prisoners since I was a policeman. I didn't have a partner at first, but after I got a partner, I was assigned to the mobile team. .”
Shiratori: "Then my partner is still a dwarf."
"Eh... is this important?" He Ma looked at Shirato suspiciously.
"Of course, if you're not tall enough, you'll lose your vigor in a black face, and you'll be too weak in a white face. To put it bluntly, that figure shouldn't be in the police force. If his father wasn't Chief Cabinet Secretary Onoda, he wouldn't even be able to get into the Police Academy."
He Ma: "The police station still has a rule not to accept dwarfs?"
"Unspoken rules, just like not accepting leftists."
He Ma: "I am the left wing."
"The judging criteria of the professional group are different from those of us rough people."
He curled his lips with the horse.
Then it was temporarily cold in the carriage.
After the silence lasted for quite a while, Shiratori took the initiative to speak: "Honestly, if you entered the police station and went directly to the team, the situation would probably be quite different now."
He Ma: "What kind of situation are you referring to?"
Shiratori didn't answer, and continued on his own: "Search Section 1 is generally a place where black and white are clearly distinguished. The guys in Section 1 have clear enemies and do specific things, and they deal with the most vicious criminals." , or a guy who has gone astray, but has already committed an unforgivable crime.
"Our four classes—group pairs are different, and we often don't have such a clear division here."
He Ma: "You suddenly said this..."
"You will understand later. This kind of thing can only be deeply felt after you have actually experienced it. In short, your current state is very suitable for a bad face. As soon as you enter the interrogation room, the person being interrogated will immediately feel that you are a bad face .”
He Ma raised his eyebrows: "Are you so amazing?"
"Of course, how about we make a bet?"
He Ma: "Okay, as soon as I enter the interrogation room, I will tell the murderer, and the bet will be won."
Shiratori smiled slightly: "Then give it a try."
**
"You bastard, be honest!" He Ma slapped the table hard, and the whole person fell on the interrogation table.
He thinks that he has fought so many tough battles. Although he has never killed anyone, he has experienced so many life-and-death duels anyway, and it is easy to let out murderous aura.
However, the flesh-faced prisoner was completely unmoved, and glanced at Shiratori next to him: "What's going on today, Shiratori-san, training newcomers? Where did this rookie come from?"
Shiratori spread his arms and threw the cigarette case on the table: "You don't recognize him? He's our latest star detective."
"Male celebrities have also started to engage in activities like police for a day? Aren't female idols generally doing this kind of activity? Will there be male idols teeing off at the baseball field next?"
Generally, when a Japanese professional baseball game kicks off, a popular female artist will be found to serve.
This is a part of the benefits. Generally, female artists will deliberately wear very short skirts to serve, and deliberately raise their legs high before serving.
He Ma grabbed the prisoner's collar: "Hey! Don't talk nonsense, I know, you definitely didn't kill him! Say, who did you carry the bag for?"
The suspect sighed: "If you say it, it won't be called Dingbao, right?"
Kazuma turned to look at Shiratori, but the latter shook his head: "It's useless, although logically, what he said proves that he is a top bag, but even if the recording is thrown in court, it cannot be used as evidence of his top bag Only when he clearly stated that I am a top-notch person, can I use it as a strong statement and present it as evidence in court.”
Suspect: "Shiratori-san, why don't you demonstrate how to communicate with us, the scum of society."
Shiratori stood up and patted Kazuma on the shoulder: "Look, let's change hands. Remember you lost tonight's dinner, did you bring enough money for the treat? Chiyoko won't be the same as before, just give Put five thousand yuan in your wallet, right?"
Kazuma let go of the suspect's collar to make room, and replied, "No, now she usually stuffs five Fukuzawa Yukichi."
"Fifty thousand, it's not bad, a normal roadside stall is fine." Shiratori stood in front of the suspect and slowly rolled up his sleeves.
Standing with the horse, watching how the white bird put on a black face.
Shiratori: "Xiang Jiesang, you've offended me."
Kazuma glanced at the file on the table, Xiangjie was the name of this person.
It's an unremarkable name in Japan.
As soon as Kazuma looked back, Shiratori punched Xiang Jiesang in the face.
Hema opened his mouth wide, his eyes followed the teeth flying out of Xiangjie's mouth.
When the teeth fell to the ground, He Ma's exclamation flew out: "What are you doing? This testimony can't be used at all!"
With such an obvious act of extracting a confession, there is a possibility that the confession will be retracted in court in the future, and the prosecutor may even refuse to prosecute.
After all, retracting a confession in court is a terrible black spot for prosecutors.
Shiratori: "That's the purpose. What he said next will not be brought to court. He knows this, we know it, the prosecutors in this case know it, and so do the lawyers they hired. Do you understand what I mean?"
Before Kazuma could answer, the suspect called Xiangjie laughed: "Hahaha, that's right. That's called a black face."
Shiratori scolded coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, the punch just now made my hand hurt, I don't want to hit you again. Tell me!"
Xiangsuke looked at Shiratori: "What else can I say? Other policemen may really not know, but I don't believe you don't."
Kazuma frowned when the riddleman spoke, but Shiratori obviously understood.
He reached out to cover the open file on the table, and knocked on the cover of the file with his hand.
"Have a good time in prison," he said, and turned to Kazuma with a "go" sign.
Kazuma looked puzzled, but Shiratori opened the door and left the interrogation room.
He hurried out and followed Shiratori into the observation room next to him.
"What the hell?" He Ma asked as soon as he entered the observation room.
"That's what happened." Shiratori turned around and looked at Kazuma with his hips on his hips. "We interrogated him not to send the real murderer to prison, but to confirm our guess."
He Ma: "Do you know who the real murderer is?"
"Of course, criminal investigation technology is so advanced, especially now, such as fingerprints, blood type, hair, etc. We can roughly locate the real culprit only by on-site inspection. But in the end, it was Hibiki who was prosecuted."
As he spoke, Shiratori tapped on the one-way glass between the interrogation room and the observation room.
"You should know the reason better than me. You are from the Law School of Dongda University."
Kazuma: "... because the Japanese judicial system puts more emphasis on confessions."
"Yes, as for why the confession is more important, it is because it is the most stable. The procuratorate and the court are all revolving around the baton of 100% conviction."
He Ma: "This is not right. In order to be fair, we should put more emphasis on physical evidence than confession."
In fact, across the sea, China puts more emphasis on physical evidence than confession. As long as a complete chain of evidence can be found in the on-site investigation, even if the criminals deny it to the end, it will be useless and they will still be convicted.
Moreover, if you deny it to a low sentencing, the sentence will be heavier, which literally means "resist and be strict".
At this time, Shiratori stared at Kazuma: "Of course we know that justice can be done more by focusing on evidence than confession, but look, the one sitting in the interrogation room is Xiangsuke. The real murderer is getting away with it. We all know who he is. But we won't catch him.
"Of course, Xiangsuke is not a good bird, he has such a thick resume."
Saying that, Shiratori threw another file on the table to Kazuma.
"In there, starting from his molestation of female classmates in high school, he recorded his life full of crimes in detail. If you ask me, he deserved what he deserved for going in and squatting for twenty years this time."
He Ma threw the thick file aside and asked, "Then how do you explain to the deceased?"
"You have to know that this case was not handed over to class one, but to class four, which means that the one who died was also a villain full of villains." Shiratori spread his hands, "One villain is dead, and the other villain is dead In prison, isn't that a great result? The only imperfection is that there is a villain out there breathing the air of freedom."
After all, Shiratori took out his own gun and slapped it on the table: "The solution is also very simple, take a gun and kill that villain. Of course, you must create a situation where you can legally shoot in self-defense, otherwise you will Gotta go in—but let's leave that alone, you go and kill the real criminals, and all the villains get what they deserve, don't they?"