Great Memory Restoration Technique

He said that he would detonate the bomb once the police got close to the body.

The man said repeatedly, "He also said that, in order to mock the police, he would put 'Handle with Care' stickers on them, so that's why I..."

"So that's why you said these things online?"

"That's right!"

Nodding repeatedly, the man suddenly realized something and exclaimed in surprise, "Was he really the one who did that thing at noon? That's incredible!"

"You think it's impressive to kill someone for no reason?"

Fujino's expression darkened slightly as he grabbed the man by the neck and lifted him up. "What was his motive for making bombs and killing homeless people?"

"I don't know either..."

The man's face flushed red as he choked back his words: "I've only heard him say that he deeply hates the police, and that people say their lives are ruined by the police. That's all I know!"

"If that's the case, then you two must have a good relationship, right?"

Fujino pondered for a moment why the other person hated the police so much, then asked, "Where is he now? Are you two still in contact?"

"No, I don't have a very good relationship with him. We were just colleagues when we worked together!"

Shaking his head in frustration, the man continued, "I just called him after hearing the news! All the things I said online were what he said. I originally thought he was at the scene, but who would have thought he was the real culprit behind the bombing!"

Do you still have his phone number?

"Yes, yes, yes! Brother, put me down first, and I'll give you his phone number right away!"

Fujino let go, and the man fell to the ground, landing on his backside. But he didn't care much and quickly took out his phone from his pocket to show Fujino his contacts.

"Hachimaki Ichiro".

Fujino glanced at the contact information on the screen. "It's him, isn't it?"

"That's right, that's right."

The man nodded firmly, "Absolutely right!"

"Are you trying to fool me with a stranger?"

Fujino looked suspicious. "Using 'I have a friend,' that kind of cliché."

"It really wasn't me!"

The man was on the verge of tears. "Where would I get the money or the knowledge to make bombs!"

"Yeah?"

Fujino carefully examined the man in front of him.

The man wore thick-rimmed black glasses, had a full beard, a beehive-like hairstyle, and no light in his eyes.

He's exactly the kind of middle-aged, single, unemployed, shut-in guy.

It's not entirely incomprehensible that someone who is timid and submissive in real life can only resort to making random, empty statements online to prove themselves.

Fujino felt that the words of this kind of otaku were very credible, and this trip was not in vain.

At least through this guy who was just talking big, the identity of the murderer has been confirmed.

Then, Fujino looked at the otaku and asked, "Hachimaki Ichiro, what are that guy's physical features? You should remember, right?"

"Ah?"

The guy who was just talking big was taken aback. "How could I possibly remember something that happened a year ago..."

"Um?"

Upon hearing this, Fujino twitched his chin and squatted down. "Are you sure? If you can't remember, I can use the Great Memory Restoration Technique to help you recall."

"Great Memory Restoration Technique?"

The otaku was taken aback. "What's that?"

"It's a bit difficult to explain, but I can give you a practical demonstration."

Fujino smiled, stretched out his fist to show it, and then slammed his fist on the floor with a "crack," making a hole in the solid wood floor. "Like this."

Otaku: "..."

I suddenly remembered what he looked like.

With the help of Great Memory Restoration Technique, the forgetful otaku successfully recalled the other person's appearance:

"He has an ordinary appearance, with freckles on his face and what looks like a mole on his left chin. Oh, and he has a red scar on his right hand, which he got from an accidental burn when he was working!"

Do you still have his address?

"No... that's all."

"However, I do know his address from a year ago..."

Fujino noted down the information the otaku had given her, then turned to leave the room. "I'll believe you for now, but don't spout nonsense online next time..."

"Understood, understood!"

The otaku sat down on the ground with a sigh of relief.

He thought to himself that he had just been bragging about something a friend had said online...

How did they end up getting their door broken in and getting a beating?

Are Japan police this efficient now?

Just as the otaku was speechless, he stood up and turned around to straighten his messy clothes.

A thick, dark shadow suddenly appeared behind his head.

With a "bang," amidst confusion and bewilderment, the nerdy guy, who was always talking big, drifted off into a sweet sleep.

Fujino silently put away his Wooden Sword, took out Poké Ball, and captured the otaku guy with a "biu" sound.

Although he believes the information given by the otaku naohai ge, it doesn't mean he will choose to believe it.

He felt that before catching that 'friend,' he should invite this guy who was just talking big to stay inside the Poké Ball for a while.

"How about it?"

Fujino arrived at an apartment building, held up his phone, and asked Hiroki, "Have you found Hachimaki Ichiro's location?"

"Not yet, the phone is switched off, so we cannot locate the other party's position via cell tower."

"It seems the only option is to go and check on where he lives."

Fujino put away his phone, glanced at the security door in front of him, made a mental estimate, and then pressed the doorbell next to him.

"Ding-dong!"

The doorbell was rang, but there was no response for a long time.

"Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?"

At this moment, a girl with long black hair and wearing a white short skirt walked over, looking somewhat confused and bewildered.

"Excuse me, are you Ms. Yagami?"

Fujino turned around, glanced at the woman, stepped forward, and took out his work ID.

"No..."

Are you living with someone in this rental apartment?

I live alone.

When did you move here?

About three months ago.

The woman hesitated for a moment, then continued, "If you're looking for previous residents, the building manager has their occupancy information."

Thank you for your cooperation.

Fujino glanced at the woman, nodded politely, and didn't press the matter further. He then turned and, following her directions, went to find the administrator to retrieve the check-in information.

Soon, the administrator found out that the previous resident was indeed named Hachimaki Ichiro, but he had moved out three months ago.

"It seems that guy was very good at counter-surveillance; he turned off his phone while committing the crime and had moved away long before..."

Fujino walked out of the apartment, analyzing the clues he had gathered, but a cell phone ringing interrupted his thoughts.

He took out his phone; it was Juzo Megure calling.

"Brother Fujino, where are you now?"

"I am currently investigating the identity of the perpetrator. I have confirmed his identity, name, and phone number."

"The other party's identity has been confirmed?!"