The Red String of Fate [TRSOF]

~ Chapter Twenty-One

"Have you tracked down him

"Not yet." Megu answered. "I actually haven't tracked down him however I have observed 3 individuals whose attributes matched our culprit."

Megu's fingers moved over the console. In almost no time, a few document profiles just as photographs of 3 potential suspects were shown on the screen projector in the room.

"Of the many, I share eliminated some that have little for all intents and purpose with the highlights we get from Takeru's depiction. There are a few group who have a practically 90% comparability to those attributes."

"In the first place, Yuichi Kyoshi, 24 years of age, a clinical understudy, has been captured for sėxuȧŀ provocation and **** of a few female companions."

"Second, Musashi Takeda, 35, a predatory lender, was captured for a considerable length of time, who once impersonated and rehearsed some exceptionally contemptible deceives and killing strategies on the ones who turned into his customers and has quite recently been delivered around 2 months prior. "

"Third, Yoshi Kenzo, 30 years of age, jobless, a previous private business visionary, was captured for a considerable length of time of **** and sėxuȧŀ ȧssault on a portion of his female representatives."

"These three look similar."

"Well ... From the manner in which he picks and treats his casualties, he appears to need to show his position, he is glad to see his casualties frantic, defenseless and weak." Mr. Harada said as he ċȧrėssed his jawline.

"Additionally, from the recording, he's a tall person, however it's absolutely impossible that it's a young fellow."

"We can presume that Yuichi isn't the culprit we are searching for." Mr. Harada proceeded with his investigation.

"Be that as it may, Sir, Yuichi is a clinical understudy, he should have find out about pieces of the human body, he ought to be better at playing blades." Shota said as he conflicted.

"Shota, we're searching for a killer, not a specialist!" He reprimanded.

"It may be the case that he is great at utilizing blades, however ... He won't ever kill! Regardless of whether he kills, just his abilities with a surgical blade isn't sufficient, he really wants to have a solid attitude as well, and assuming he does, he won't wounds the casualty similarly that the culprit did. There's an unmistakable distinction. Albeit a surgical blade and a blade are in a similar classification, however the energy and the procedures required are unique, particularly to kill somebody. As a clinical understudy, that will turn into a specialist, he will without a doubt keep his hands cautiously. Hands are the most significant ȧsset for a specialist, particularly specialists. " Mr. Harada disclosed to Shota who can just gazed idiotically.

"His actual structure doesn't fit excessively well with the culprit's stance in the video, so do you see now?" He asked as he jabbed Shota's temple.

"To investigate and observe a guilty party, you ought not just see and judge an individual as far as his calling, yet additionally different variables. Indeed, even a tiny detail ought not be disregarded. It very well may be a central consideration."

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"Well ..." After breaking down and considering everything, Mr. Harada actually faltered. He was quiet and grimaced.

"Tsk, assuming we see from all the investigates, we can sum up that Musashi is the person who best fits this large number of highlights, however ..." He actually had questions. For what reason did he feel that Musashi was not the culprit he was searching for.

"Sir, all things considered, Musashi is our suspect." Megu contemplated, looking to promise her supervisor that actually faltered.

"All things considered, for the time being you are searching for Musashi and bring him for additional Interrogation, and afterward we can truly determine whether or not he is the culprit we are searching for."

"Ando, ​​you and Shota go to Musashi's place, carry certain individuals with you." Mr. Harada requested.

"Hello, Zen! You as well! Try not to be apathetic!" He yelled at Zen, who was caught up in playing with seats like a youngster. He even looked exhausted!

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How could an insane individual like him become a ȧssistant Inspector?

Helen additionally scrutinized this. Later the issues from the youngsters' safe house were done, Zen didn't promptly accompany her home. Be that as it may, capture her to Tokyo police headquarters all things being equal! Harmony simply inquires as to whether Helen was keen on knowing how far the case was on. Helen said OK. Without burning through any time, Zen just hurried up and brought her there!

She didn't have the opportunity to dissent.

(This is an abducting! The genuine abducting!)

Luckily Mr. Harada didn't have a problem with this. Furthermore looking at the situation objectively, where can an untouchable follow the entire course of examination straightforwardly?

"Ugh ..." Helen ġrȯȧnėd in her heart. Be that as it may, it would be completely false assuming Helen didn't feel intrigued or content with all of this. She got a few advantages from this. One of them was a profile of the suspects.

"Eeeehhhh???? Me as well?" Zen asked apathetically. "I don't need! I need to play with Helen." He answered, declining to submit to Mr. Harada's orders adolescently.

Their mouths and eyes were all jerking at the appropriate response coming from Zen, particularly Helen. (For what reason would it be a good idea for you acquire me as your reason! Try not to drag my name in your difficulty!)

Mr Harada's eyes were fixed on Helen, trailed by the remainder of the group. They all took a gander at Helen. Their eyes made her hair raising. "A-a-a W-what?" Asked Helen as she recoiled.

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* Murmur *

To make Zen go, they chose to likewise drag Helen in their inquiry activity.

(What sort of examination group is this?!) She asked in her heart. (How might they effectively settle on the choice to remember non military personnel for their activities?)

Helen was dumbfounded with the conduct of this group. Truth be told, she said Zen was by all account not the only one who was unconventional in this group. Be that as it may, they are for the most part similarly crazy! There is by all accounts no rational individual in this group.

Mr Harada who Helen thought was even more sensible than different individuals was no less insane. He even set out to conspicuously pay off her to cause her to convince Zen to go!

(Improper! They are for the most part indecent! Ok! How might I be left with individuals like them? Can any anyone explain why since the time I showed up in this country my life is loaded up with peculiar individuals?) Helen asked to her. Tragically, regardless of the amount she asked, there would be no response to that inquiry. Indeed, even the influencing grass was defenseless.

They're a lot of criminals!

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Following a couple of long stretches of looking, they at last got the area of Musashi's whereabouts and they go directly there right away.

"We get the information that somebody just saw him in a betting spot in the red region." Shota said.

"How about we go there and we should separate, secure the entire way to limit the chance of his departure." Proposed Ando to his associates.

"Helan, you would be advised to remain in the vehicle in the event something occurred."

"Well, alright."

"What's more you ..." Ando took a gander at Zen in inconvenience.

"Better believe it, definitely, I know." Zen addressed nonchalantly and looked uninformed.

Ando needs to stifle this irritating individual, however is confined by different individuals.

Helen just put a lifeless articulation when she observed this. Helen began to question the title that this group conveys.

Their conduct can to be sure made other people who see this questioned their significance. They truly didn't resemble a first class group!

They at long last settled their discussions. What's more promptly searched for Musashi.

"Look!" Exclaimed one part, in a soft tone. "There he is." Pointed to one of the betting club's ways out.

"Please!" Ando requested as he hurried quietly towards Musashi.

"Hello, Musashi!" Called Ando when they nearly contacted him. (E/n : *facepalm*)

Musashi's face changed in a split second to see Ando and his group. He was stunned and afterward attempted to flee!

"Hello, don't flee!" (E/n : I truly need to hit them, or would it be a good idea for me I just hit the creator?) Ando yelled. "Later him!"

"Ahhh !!!" Some individuals yelled in alarm as Musashi ran and got through a horde of individuals pursued by Ando and his colleagues who were not far behind him.

Musashi then, at that point, attempted to dial back the cops who pursued him by dropping and tossing a portion of the shippers' merchandise there.

Musashi nearly got away as he turned towards the restricted road between structures.

"Hahahaha ..." Musashi snickered when he believed he had effectively gotten away from the police.

Be that as it may, it didn't keep going for long. Somebody out of nowhere snared his legs to make him tumble to the ground.

"F*ck! Who set out to trip me? !!!" Cursed him while going to see the culprit who made him fall.

"Hehehe ..." Zen just snickered when he saw Musashi's furious face, covered with mud. Truly engaging.

"Ughhh !!!" Before he could get up, Zen was perched on Musashi's back. While moving around,trying to track down an agreeable position

"Well ... What sort of seat is this? It's truly not delicate and agreeable." Zen grumbled. Musashi was in a split second treated as a low quality couch.

The individuals who just showed up at that spot were totally dumbfounded with the sight that invited their appearance.

Indeed, even a criminal like Musashi didn't get away from Zen's trickeries.

(May God favor you. So be it!) The individuals appealed to God for poor Musashi. The individuals who were incensed with Musashi presently went to feel sorry for him who was being tormented by Zen. Helpless lawbreaker…

They supplicated as they put the suitable articulation of grieving.

(You ought not have attempted to flee, see what happened now?) They fault Musashi for that.

Their interest finished effectively notwithstanding the peculiar interaction.