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The Inaba Copycat Murders: Initial Investigation
Location: Tokyo Police HQ, in and around Tokyo
Summary: Dojima's arrival in Tokyo to help the investigation of the disappearances and murders.
Ryotaro Dojima was a simple man, or so he told himself
He was accustomed to small town life; and small town crimes with practical, logical solutions, grounded in reality.
The Inaba Serial Murdercase that he had been placed in charge of a few years back had scattered that all to the wind, with national attention suddenly on the town, and a crime that just seemed to have no easy answers.
No logical answers, anyway. Dojima had no belief in the supernatural, or paranormal, even if the circumstances of the murders were... well. Unusual. Bizarre, even.
The victims-- Mayumi Yamano and Saki Konishi-- found dead, hanging in the air from telephone poles or antennas; and no immediate sign of what had caused their deaths. The city had been covered in a thick fog, so no one saw when the bodies were placed, or by who.
Along with strange television shows on at midnight when it rained, and his nephew's strange behavior, he was left at a loss...
Only to be forced over and over to deal with otherworldly forces; his daughter being kidnapped and vanishing, suffering from an unnameable condition when she was rescued, and then...
Her death, and... subsequent inexplicable revival. A 'miracle', he was almost pained to call it, but he had no other words for it.
And then his junior partner... the true culprit. Adachi's confession was supposed to shine light on the murders, but only led to more questions; pushing people through the tv, tricking Namatame into targeting other's who'd shown up during the 'Midnight Channel'... all of it was a mess. And yet, it both matched the timeline of the murders, and the accounts from both his Nephew and Namatame.
Dojima had hoped as bizarre as the case was, he could put it behind him; focus on raising his daughter properly, and protecting Inaba from more 'normal' crimes.
But... life was never so simple, was it?
Tokyo, 2017.
It had started with a couple of run away teenagers. One by one, they were found, hanging from cables in alleyways and forgotten corners of the city.
Largely unreported, or excused as wayward delinquents who got in over their heads, committed suicide out of shame. Whether that was the callous media writing off their deaths as teenage angst, or an intentional suppression of the information, Dojima got word about it via police gossip. That some sick bastard was stringing up bodies like what had happened a few years ago in town.
"Probably someone wanting to copy your old partner, huh--"
Dojima had to hold back punching the guy in the back of head, but the look he gave him was enough.
He'd made the trek to the jail a day or so later, practically interrogating Adachi about these rumors-- but well. Adachi deflected his questioning, as he usually did. He was quick to point out it couldn't possibly be him; he's not been allowed any contact with tv screens, and the cameras could prove he hadn't left the jail.
"But, you know, Dojima-san... I'm not the only one with this power, right?" And there it was, that smirk, his expression lazy and laid back, but with that edge Dojima had come to know was Adachi's true self, "I think it was... a few years ago that you mentioned your nephew and a few of his friends were headed to Tokyo? University, or something."
Dojima did his best to control his expression, even as Adachi hit on the exact thing he didn't want to consider, but knew he had to. That the only other people who had this ability, were Souji and his friends.
He didn't want to believe they would be doing this. His heart told him no, those kids wouldn't do this, not after spending that entire year trying to solve the case themselves...
But his logical side knew it was a possibility, and too important for him to ignore. That sort of dismissal was what let Adachi...
"...It's probably not them, Dojima-san." Adachi's tone was annoyed, his expression returning to a dull look of boredom, as he leaned his chin against his entwined hands, "...they're too damn goody goody to think about doing shit like that. But..." He shrugged nonchalantly, glancing back up at Dojima, "...You know they're probably involved somehow..." He smiled-- that near feline-like grin he got when he knew he was right about something,
"Good luck interrogating the brats this time."
Dojima couldn't help but hate it when Adachi was right. He left the jail with more questions than answers; so if Adachi wasn't the cause, it was probably someone like him. That did leave the kids as possible suspects...
He didn't want to believe they'd do anything like that, and yet he'd thought the same about Adachi. He couldn't trust his feelings on this, not when lives were at stake.
At the very least, he'd need to question Souji.
It was only a few weeks later, with the case file opened on his desk that it all came to ahead. Despite the Tokyo's Police department's best endeavors to suppress the information to the general public, the high profile murder of a foreign CEO's daughter couldn't be hidden. The media had a field day, declaring it the 'Inaba Copycat Murders', digging up all of the previously 'ignored' cases rile up a panicked public even more.
He'd gotten some calls from reporters wanting his 'opinion' as the previous head detective of the serial murders; but he blatantly ignored them, instead working on a copy of the case file to send along to Tokyo, making plans to call Souji that night and ask him what the hell was going on.
But he didn't get very far in either. Instead, he was called to the head office by his superiors who had news for him.
He was being temporarily transferred to Tokyo to assist with the copycat investigation, due to his previous experience. It was at the request of the Police Commissioner; having someone who had technically 'solved' the Inaba case would calm the public's panic, or so they hoped. Of course, some were quick to quietly whisper how Dojima may be being tossed under the bus, since the media would surely pounce on the fact it was his junior partner who ended up being the murderer...
Dojima was far more focused on the fact they were asking him to go to Tokyo on short notice, when he was a single parent. He couldn't just drag Nanako with him, she had school to go to, but who knows how long he was expected to stay in the city...?
Fortunately, small towns have their advantages. Gossip always spread like wild fire, and before the day was over, he'd gotten a call from the Amagi Inn-- Yukiko, Souji's friend, would be willing to take Nanako in temporarily and look after her while he went to the city. That was a weight off his shoulders, even if there was still more to work out. And... to talk to Nanako about this.
He'd gotten nothing but phonetag from Souji over the past several weeks, and Yukiko was also in the dark as to what was going on... or so he could discern from her words. Seems like he was going into this blind, with nothing but past experience to give him a sign.
A few days later, Ryotaro Dojima had arrived at the HQ in Tokyo, ready to hit the pavement and see what he could find out. Hopefully office politics here in the big city wouldn't slow him down too much. Namely, that he wanted to get especially hands on with the case.
If you were going to drag him out to the big city to help, he wasn't going to just standby to look pretty for the press, that was for sure.
(Locked to Naomi)
First order of business was to take a first hand look at the bodies of the victims. Apparently they had a well respected if... unusual forensic examiner working with them right now. There'd been some gossip about her in the media too, before, but honestly... who cared, if she could get the job done?
There was a knock at the door of the lab, before Dojima opened it, letting himself inside.
"...Pardon the intrusion. I'm looking for Dr. Kimishima?"
(Open to All)
Second order of business? Interviews. Lots of them. This would be... considerably more difficult compared to Inaba, but he had some ideas for who to ask.
Including some people not on the interview list...
Summary: Dojima's arrival in Tokyo to help the investigation of the disappearances and murders.
Ryotaro Dojima was a simple man, or so he told himself
He was accustomed to small town life; and small town crimes with practical, logical solutions, grounded in reality.
The Inaba Serial Murdercase that he had been placed in charge of a few years back had scattered that all to the wind, with national attention suddenly on the town, and a crime that just seemed to have no easy answers.
No logical answers, anyway. Dojima had no belief in the supernatural, or paranormal, even if the circumstances of the murders were... well. Unusual. Bizarre, even.
The victims-- Mayumi Yamano and Saki Konishi-- found dead, hanging in the air from telephone poles or antennas; and no immediate sign of what had caused their deaths. The city had been covered in a thick fog, so no one saw when the bodies were placed, or by who.
Along with strange television shows on at midnight when it rained, and his nephew's strange behavior, he was left at a loss...
Only to be forced over and over to deal with otherworldly forces; his daughter being kidnapped and vanishing, suffering from an unnameable condition when she was rescued, and then...
Her death, and... subsequent inexplicable revival. A 'miracle', he was almost pained to call it, but he had no other words for it.
And then his junior partner... the true culprit. Adachi's confession was supposed to shine light on the murders, but only led to more questions; pushing people through the tv, tricking Namatame into targeting other's who'd shown up during the 'Midnight Channel'... all of it was a mess. And yet, it both matched the timeline of the murders, and the accounts from both his Nephew and Namatame.
Dojima had hoped as bizarre as the case was, he could put it behind him; focus on raising his daughter properly, and protecting Inaba from more 'normal' crimes.
But... life was never so simple, was it?
Tokyo, 2017.
It had started with a couple of run away teenagers. One by one, they were found, hanging from cables in alleyways and forgotten corners of the city.
Largely unreported, or excused as wayward delinquents who got in over their heads, committed suicide out of shame. Whether that was the callous media writing off their deaths as teenage angst, or an intentional suppression of the information, Dojima got word about it via police gossip. That some sick bastard was stringing up bodies like what had happened a few years ago in town.
"Probably someone wanting to copy your old partner, huh--"
Dojima had to hold back punching the guy in the back of head, but the look he gave him was enough.
He'd made the trek to the jail a day or so later, practically interrogating Adachi about these rumors-- but well. Adachi deflected his questioning, as he usually did. He was quick to point out it couldn't possibly be him; he's not been allowed any contact with tv screens, and the cameras could prove he hadn't left the jail.
"But, you know, Dojima-san... I'm not the only one with this power, right?" And there it was, that smirk, his expression lazy and laid back, but with that edge Dojima had come to know was Adachi's true self, "I think it was... a few years ago that you mentioned your nephew and a few of his friends were headed to Tokyo? University, or something."
Dojima did his best to control his expression, even as Adachi hit on the exact thing he didn't want to consider, but knew he had to. That the only other people who had this ability, were Souji and his friends.
He didn't want to believe they would be doing this. His heart told him no, those kids wouldn't do this, not after spending that entire year trying to solve the case themselves...
But his logical side knew it was a possibility, and too important for him to ignore. That sort of dismissal was what let Adachi...
"...It's probably not them, Dojima-san." Adachi's tone was annoyed, his expression returning to a dull look of boredom, as he leaned his chin against his entwined hands, "...they're too damn goody goody to think about doing shit like that. But..." He shrugged nonchalantly, glancing back up at Dojima, "...You know they're probably involved somehow..." He smiled-- that near feline-like grin he got when he knew he was right about something,
"Good luck interrogating the brats this time."
Dojima couldn't help but hate it when Adachi was right. He left the jail with more questions than answers; so if Adachi wasn't the cause, it was probably someone like him. That did leave the kids as possible suspects...
He didn't want to believe they'd do anything like that, and yet he'd thought the same about Adachi. He couldn't trust his feelings on this, not when lives were at stake.
At the very least, he'd need to question Souji.
It was only a few weeks later, with the case file opened on his desk that it all came to ahead. Despite the Tokyo's Police department's best endeavors to suppress the information to the general public, the high profile murder of a foreign CEO's daughter couldn't be hidden. The media had a field day, declaring it the 'Inaba Copycat Murders', digging up all of the previously 'ignored' cases rile up a panicked public even more.
He'd gotten some calls from reporters wanting his 'opinion' as the previous head detective of the serial murders; but he blatantly ignored them, instead working on a copy of the case file to send along to Tokyo, making plans to call Souji that night and ask him what the hell was going on.
But he didn't get very far in either. Instead, he was called to the head office by his superiors who had news for him.
He was being temporarily transferred to Tokyo to assist with the copycat investigation, due to his previous experience. It was at the request of the Police Commissioner; having someone who had technically 'solved' the Inaba case would calm the public's panic, or so they hoped. Of course, some were quick to quietly whisper how Dojima may be being tossed under the bus, since the media would surely pounce on the fact it was his junior partner who ended up being the murderer...
Dojima was far more focused on the fact they were asking him to go to Tokyo on short notice, when he was a single parent. He couldn't just drag Nanako with him, she had school to go to, but who knows how long he was expected to stay in the city...?
Fortunately, small towns have their advantages. Gossip always spread like wild fire, and before the day was over, he'd gotten a call from the Amagi Inn-- Yukiko, Souji's friend, would be willing to take Nanako in temporarily and look after her while he went to the city. That was a weight off his shoulders, even if there was still more to work out. And... to talk to Nanako about this.
He'd gotten nothing but phonetag from Souji over the past several weeks, and Yukiko was also in the dark as to what was going on... or so he could discern from her words. Seems like he was going into this blind, with nothing but past experience to give him a sign.
A few days later, Ryotaro Dojima had arrived at the HQ in Tokyo, ready to hit the pavement and see what he could find out. Hopefully office politics here in the big city wouldn't slow him down too much. Namely, that he wanted to get especially hands on with the case.
If you were going to drag him out to the big city to help, he wasn't going to just standby to look pretty for the press, that was for sure.
(Locked to Naomi)
First order of business was to take a first hand look at the bodies of the victims. Apparently they had a well respected if... unusual forensic examiner working with them right now. There'd been some gossip about her in the media too, before, but honestly... who cared, if she could get the job done?
There was a knock at the door of the lab, before Dojima opened it, letting himself inside.
"...Pardon the intrusion. I'm looking for Dr. Kimishima?"
(Open to All)
Second order of business? Interviews. Lots of them. This would be... considerably more difficult compared to Inaba, but he had some ideas for who to ask.
Including some people not on the interview list...
no subject
There were a few others in the picture- a pink wearing girl that reminded him of that 'Witch Detective' show Nanako loved, And... some sort of character from those 'dark' video games he saw advertised now and gain. Something 'Souls' or...
He rubbed the bridge of his nose, a frustrated sound escaping him.
"...Was life always like this, or did I somehow get pulled into some sort of badly done anime?"
no subject
The photo was ridiculous the longer one looked at it. He probably should put that paper down soon.
"There's always something strange in life."
no subject
He handed the photo back to her, looking about as enthused about these new revelations as one would expect.
"I may need your help with something, Doctor. Or, more specifically, someone."
no subject
Taking the photo back, she'll put it back on her desk.
"Hm? What do you need help with?"
no subject
It was embarrassing to admit it, but...
"Like I said, he's been hard for me to get a hold of, and if I go to him now, it may bring up 'conflicts of interest' or unwanted attention. I don't doubt he's involved somehow, but how exactly I don't know."
Looking up at the Doctor, he gestured towards her.
"Maybe talking to someone new about this may catch him off guard enough to open up. I can give you the recording of my interview with him if you'd like some more insight on what to ask him, and anything else I can help with, but... he's too important to just ignore in this case."
no subject
Well, someone would need to talk to that young man, but her? Really? She placed a finger on her cheek.
"... I'll take the recording. I cannot guarantee I'll be able to speak to him soon unless he has a reason to come to the hospital, or I manage to find a plausible reason - with current evidence - to see him. Right now, he's only on our radar."
no subject
Dojima nodded in agreement, crossing his arms.
"It's appreciated, really. I don't think anyone else would take me seriously about it."
no subject
It was only logical again. She wondered what kind of person he took her for.