I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Why is there him everywhere!!! Could it be..."

Seeing the name on the information and the stinking face on the employee card, a sudden and terrifying thought made Mochizuki Ayano overturn the laptop in front of her in fright.

"Ahahaha, what was I thinking at that moment just now... Fujiwara Takumi is about the ghost knight, but Mr. Tokimoto and I confirmed it with our own eyes..."

Shaking her head vigorously and calming down with a dry smile, Mochizuki Ayano picked up the sturdy laptop and continued to check.

"That guy works everywhere, and it's normal to do food delivery... The clothes and motorcycles used by Fujiwara Takumi should happen to be bought by Sosuke Araki."

The third file is a screenshot of a background order.

"This... this is..."

Goods: Xuxuyuan "Youxuan" Roasted Meat Bento*3

Delivery employee number: 9527

Location: Room 604, Royal Kobo Residence, Ikebukuro

Consignee: Ms. Gu Yuan

The five-star praise from customers at the bottom, and the stiff selfie of Xiaoniao Youzhengong and Gu Yuan with the expression of the rest of their life in the sand, compared to "V".

On the sofa in the corner behind the photo, a blond girl wearing a tactical helmet was sleeping with a livid face.

And the date was the night of the "Hell Apartment" operation.

"Calm down, it's too early to judge. Mochizuki Ayano, 16 years old, the head of Section 9..."

Looking at this memorable photo, Mochizuki Ayano's brain began to heat up like a CPU with a usage rate of more than 100%.

The most rational and most likely conclusion is naturally that the powerful exorcist Fujiwara Takumi, who is not short of money, bought the wage earner Sousuke Araki as a cover, and replaced him to go to the hell apartment to exorcise, and even gave him a gift. This order is takeaway.

However, there is a voice in her heart telling her that if the truth is another conclusion, many mysteries that have plagued her in the past may be able to be explained...

She stopped breathing for a full ten seconds, and she called the duty agent of the information team.

"Invade the backstage of the Chuqianguan delivery station, I want all the delivery records and route tracks of this job number!!!"

As a delivery website, the front office will naturally monitor the location of each delivery member in real time through the APP background to ensure accurate delivery and monitor delivery progress.

All you need to do is to obtain these data and analyze them with big data from traffic cameras, and you will soon know who is swimming naked after the tide ebbs.

Soon, the detective in front of Mochizuki Ayano opened the background page of the front hall.

"Chairman..."

But as he tapped the keyboard frantically, the detective's forehead began to sweat continuously.

"How is it? Is there any result? It shouldn't be difficult to extract this information..."

"Sorry, section chief, the data records of this job number in the background of the front hall were completely wiped from the bottom layer of the server by means of quite superb means. We retrieved the previous backup data package and tried hard disk fragmentation repair. , cannot be restored..."

"So that's how it is... If it is a thoughtful and strong man like Fujiwara Takumi, he will naturally stop this leak first..."

Seeing this result, Mochizuki Ayano breathed a sigh of relief.

A nervous guy like Sousuke Araki couldn't have imagined or achieved this step.

After hesitating for a moment, she took out her mobile phone and dialed a certain number.

Instead of being overwhelmed with thoughts here, it is better to call a certain person to come over to inquire and confirm in person.

After all, a certain delivery worker (former) with job number 9527 at the Ikebukuro delivery station in the former hall is currently in the "bail period" that must cooperate with the investigation at any time.

Besides, that guy was able to be released on bail in advance and go out at ease, but he owed himself a big favor.

If I don't confirm this question clearly, I will 100% suffer from insomnia tonight, who has been mentally anxious recently.

"Hey, Araki-kun, I have something to ask you to come over to confirm... Are you already asleep? You haven't eaten dinner and are hungry, and you must have supper, and it is Ichiran ramen, meat, noodles, and tidama who came here? Please face it How is my current identity and situation!!"

Just as Ayano Mochizuki hung up the phone and clicked on the front hall app to order supper, Takeshi Iwata, who had already got off work, rushed in.

"Section... Section Chief, there has been a major breakthrough in the case of the Tibetan apartment..."

...

half an hour later.

Shibuya Police Station, Section 9 Inquiry Room.

"Kenta Oishi, why do you suddenly think of surrendering yourself?"

Takeshi Iwata sat in the inquiry room with one-way glass, frowning deeply, looking at the photo in his hand.

"...Because, I no longer have the meaning to continue."

Sitting opposite Takeshi Iwata was a short, fat middle-aged man with a serious face.

With neatly trimmed hair and a well-made suit and tie, the man looked like a social elite working for a large corporation.

Even if Araki Sousuke is here, if he doesn't tell him, he will never be able to recognize that this person is the wretched peeping uncle who lives in 103 opposite him.

Two hours ago, Kenta Oishi, a resident of Room 103 in Kuramae Apartment, suddenly brought a large amount of documents to the Taito District Police Station and surrendered himself.

Due to the complexity of the case, involving hundreds of intentional homicides, and the murderer's reason for the murder was related to the Kuramae apartment, he was transferred to the ninth class.

On the stack of photos in Takeshi Iwata's hand, there are more than 120 dead homeless bodies.

According to Kenta Oishi's account, these people were all killed by him during the past five years.

And these photos were also taken by him after the murder, and they were developed and stored in a darkroom secretly rented outside the apartment.

In order to avoid forgetting, he even seriously and detailedly noted the time, place and method of the murder and other detailed information behind the photo.

It seemed that he had already made sufficient preparations for the day when he surrendered himself.

After preliminary verification by the Metropolitan Police Department, these photos basically match the information of some homeless deaths recorded in the past five years.

"Ask him why."

In the room separated from the inquiry room by a wall, Mochizuki Ayano, who was looking inside through the one-way glass, gave instructions to Takeshi Iwata through the earphone.

"Kenta Oishi, please tell me again why you killed these homeless people."

"It all starts with my self-assertion..."

Kenta Oishi nodded, and began to talk with a serious face, as if he was an employee giving an inaugural speech.

"Five years ago, after the shocking 'exchanging murder' incident, I reported the mentality of 'psychologically defective investment' and bought that house with a loan..."

"After all, that price is irresistible to me who can't afford normal housing prices and wants to provide my wife and newborn daughter with a house of my own, a high-quality education circle and a living environment."

His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was remembering the happy life of a family of three in the rented house.

"However, what I didn't expect is that although most of the residents have died...but the 'exchanging killing' game is still going on in another form..."

Pain and regret gradually devoured the fleeting happiness on Kenta Oishi's face.