Chapter 792 The Real Iron Wall of Ugly Neon Society
In the neon society, there are several things that cannot be touched.
The same is a plutocrat, the same is an aristocrat, the same is an official, and after that, it is the father of the United States.
It's just that ordinary people will never encounter it in this life.
Unfortunately, if it happens, some things will become troublesome.
Fujino noticed this, and Sato naturally noticed it too.
Miss Shrew was quite reckless. She asked directly: "Mr. Kataoka, do you know that person?"
"..."
Kataoka just held his cigarette in his mouth, glanced at Sato's eyes, and remained silent.
"I know what you're worried about."
Fujino felt that the atmosphere was a little bad, "We are just making routine inquiries. We always have to find out who the other person is, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with. After all, this is a process."
After hearing this, Kataoka thought for a moment and said hesitantly: "Do you have any evidence that the car hit and killed the person?"
"us……"
"The jury is still out on this matter."
Fujino stopped Sato directly and said in a deep voice: "We don't know yet whether it was the car that hit it. We are just conducting an investigation. After all, it is a suspect vehicle. We are here to ask you to find out more about this matter. We hope you can cooperate with our work.”
Kataoka Hana’s inner meaning is: I don’t want to be the one recruited and then become the key witness for the conviction, fearing retaliation.
Of course, it's also possible that he was trying to tip people off to gain leverage from the master.
What Fujino said is probably: We already know that he hit the person, but it doesn’t matter if you don’t want to say it. We are just checking the vehicle and we can’t implicate you.
"I see."
Kataoka took a deep breath and whispered: "The owner of that car is a regular customer of our store, Mr. Utada's car."
"Utada..."
When Fujino heard this last name, his mind recalled a sentence from his previous life.
Is this your first time going to the Louvre too?
After just a moment of recollection, he recovered his thoughts and asked Kataoka curiously: "Who is this Mr. Utada?"
If you are an ordinary person and cannot be so afraid, just say so.
Kataoka didn't dare to say, it could only mean that the other party had a good background.
He wanted to know how hard the background was.
Kataoka took a deep breath from his cigarette, looked into Fujino's eyes, and said seriously: "He is the son of Foreign Minister Utada."
‘Trouble. ’
Fujino's mind quickly determined the nature of this matter.
He had already thought about who the Iron Man behind this was.
Now it seems that he still doesn't have enough imagination.
This is the real ironclad of the ugly neon society!
And it’s still the kind of irony that even today’s novels don’t dare to write about.
Neon has its own national conditions. In ancient times, Neon's Foreign Minister was equivalent to the ancient Minister of Rites. In modern times, he is responsible for diplomatic activities... except that this Foreign Minister has greater power and is equal to Neon's second-ranking figure.
There is even a joke among the people that if the Prime Minister is the husband, then the Foreign Minister is equivalent to the Gu family's wife.
For a son like this, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, there is no need to say much.
The second generation at the top of Tokyo in the thoroughly refreshing article, the group of children at the top of the real power hierarchy.
Even the group of people who went to Cocoon's press conference were nothing in front of this group of people.
Miwako Sato's eyebrows were also frowning seriously.
Obviously, he didn't expect to provoke such a tough guy.
…………
Fujino and Sato came out of the restaurant and came to the parking lot.
Fujino complained as he walked: "The son of the Minister of Foreign Affairs, I didn't expect to meet such a person when I just go out. He is really lucky."
"Fujino, that's the guy you just saw in the restaurant, and he was accompanied by a female companion, who happened to match Mr. Dejima's witness, and the car was in the nearby parking lot."
Sato Miwako thought in a low voice: "It seems that the son of the Foreign Minister may be the real culprit in the hit-and-run accident."
"Sister, are you thinking about him?"
Fujino turned to look at Sato, revealing his dead eyes: "Sister, the son of the Minister of Foreign Affairs, dares to think that you are really my sister."
"Why can't you think about it? Is it still wrong to think about it?"
Sato Miwako crossed her arms and sighed: "No matter what, he killed someone. As a police officer, I can't ignore it no matter what, right?"
Fujino: "..."
Looking at Sato Miwako's posture, I guess even if the Prime Minister came over, this shrew would have to think about going up and being handcuffed, right?
Are you really not afraid of becoming a villain?
The police arrest people and gangsters are all villains. If they dare to arrest people this time, they are rebelling against Tiangang. They have become villains... In the end, after a long time, the villain is myself?
Fujino took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "You should really think carefully about this matter carefully. You, me, Megure, and everyone else will all be punished at the same time."
"Of course I know that."
Miwako Sato hesitated for a moment: "But we still have to find out who the murderer is..."
"Let's continue the investigation first."
Fujino interrupted her: "If it is really him, he will probably have the motivation to stop our investigation."
As he said that, he glanced at his watch: "The time is now 10:03, and it has been an hour since the incident. There should be no reaction yet. If there is really any action, we will find out tomorrow morning. "
Sato Miwako frowned and whispered, "But if we really wait until there is action, then the real murderer will be..."
"So we should try our best to investigate."
Fujiano patted her shoulder and comforted her, "When they take action, at least we will know what's going on."
"I know."
"Tell this to Megure first and see what the people above say."
Fujiano opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat, and glanced at Sato Miwako deeply with his peripheral vision.
I have to say that Sato Miwako is really brave (reckless).
She really does things with the justice of the world in her heart, and she doesn't consider herself at all!
You, a deputy police officer and a detective, dare to arrest the young man of the Tokyo world?
This is just like the ancient detectives and knights joined forces to run to the prime minister's house in the imperial city to arrest the young man.
Thinking of Taozi.
It's outrageous.
Tsk, even novels don't dare to write like this.
Why can't I write novels? It's not unreasonable, but Japan is not a place with free speech.
In reality, if a novel dares to write about this, it is equivalent to seriously violating the principle of not talking about state affairs. At the least, the book will be banned, and if it's serious, if there is "slandering" someone, you can go to jail directly.
Needless to say, the severity of the situation.
Touching this iron plate... you really don't fear death.
Fujino thought to himself, leaned back on the seat behind him, and sighed: "Foreign Minister, this job is really hard."
Sato Miwako started the engine, feeling a little uncomfortable with the sudden reversal of identity, and teased: "You are not like this usually. Today we have swapped roles. You are a little too worried, right? Are you afraid?"
"I'm afraid that you and Brother Megure will be involved."
Fujino showed dead fish eyes: "That's the Minister of Foreign Affairs. You should be the one who is most afraid, right? Are you really not afraid of being expelled?"
Fujino is of course not afraid of iron plates.
He is mainly worried about Sato and Brother Megure.
He is a detective, so he can't kill them even if he wants to.
But Sato and Megure are from Japan, so he can send them away with just one word.
Not only is it possible to send them away, but it is also possible to send them to prison.