In the dark alley, the small scooter started slowly.

Calmness, expectation, scrutiny, uneasiness...

Everyone looked at the motorcycle moving forward, their expressions very different.

And in this situation, Takagi's motorcycle slowly began to accelerate.

When there were still more than ten meters away from the road ahead, Gao Mu suddenly stepped on the accelerator and the motorcycle rushed towards the road at a high speed.

"Bang!"

The moment the motorcycle drove out of the alley, a dull collision sound came from the guardrail in the opposite direction, and then the motorcycle suddenly stopped. The impact force made Takagi lean back unconsciously.

He cried out unconsciously, then quickly put his feet on the ground to keep his balance.

The people standing at the guardrail could see everything clearly.

Because the fishing line goes around the guardrail, the motorcycle pulling the wheelchair must first pass through the guardrail post before it can be driven by the force.

So at the beginning, the wheelchair was approaching in the opposite direction of the motorcycle.

Driven by the fishing line, the motorcycle pulled the wheelchair and gradually accelerated. Finally, due to its size, the wheelchair suddenly hit the guardrail of the road.

The wheelchair had been raised long ago and was already higher than the guardrail beside the road. When the wheelchair, moving at high speed, hit the guardrail, the powerful force naturally acted on the cement bag on the chair.

Under this powerful inertial kinetic energy, the 90-kilogram cement bags tied together were thrown out directly by this force.

Under the gaze of the crowd, the cement bags crossed the road below and fell directly to the garbage dump on the lowest level.

"Bang!"

The sound of something heavy falling onto a garbage bag was heard. The patrolman standing nearby saw this and quickly picked up the walkie-talkie on his shoulder and reported: "Officer Tang Ze, the cement bag fell on the garbage dump just as you said!"

"It seems the plan was successful."

Tang Ze, holding the intercom, listened to his subordinates' reports and smiled at everyone. He had deliberately turned up the volume of the other party's reports so that everyone present could hear them clearly.

Only Ye Banjiedai's face turned pale and he was sweating profusely.

"Now, Lawyer Kisaki Eri, you should understand what tactics the other party used."

Tang Ze looked at the grim-faced Hibiki Eri and said, "Using this method, you just need to accelerate and hit the guardrail, and the law of inertia will generate momentum to bounce the body on the chair away.

Then it will fall to the garbage dump separated by two layers. At the same time, due to the huge force, the tied fishing line will also break.

This is just a means to successfully dispose of the body. Next, if you just continue to push the motorcycle towards the convenience store, you will pull the rope that was tied for the second time.

Because it wasn't tied around a pillar this time, the fishing line pulled the wheelchair directly into the alley, and soon it was pulled back to the back door of the beauty salon."

"So the three sounds we heard earlier, 'bang,' 'plop,' and 'gurgle,' were the sounds of the wheelchair hitting the guardrail, the body hitting the garbage pile, and the wheelchair being pulled back!"

Maori Kogoro suddenly realized, "That's why there are long and narrow cutting lines on the guardrails and road sign posts.

Those are probably the cuts made by the fishing line when it rubs against the fish at high speeds."

"But you seem to have overlooked one thing."

At this moment, Hibiki Eri suddenly said, "The cement bags you prepared aren't real people after all. If a real corpse sat on the chair, wouldn't its feet get caught in the guardrail when it was thrown?

If that's the case, I'm afraid it wouldn't be so easy to just send the body flying to the bottom floor, right?"

"That naturally occurred to me, but I suppose Miss Yeban had the victim sitting cross-legged on a chair."

Tang Ze smiled and said, "As for adjusting the chair to the highest position, it is also to prevent myself from getting stuck on the guardrail when I throw myself away."

"Then, Detective Tangze, why did you find the dust piled up in circles on the ground..." Xiaolan asked in confusion.

“This is actually very simple.”

Tang Ze smiled and said, "When Ms. Yeban was riding her bike back from the convenience store, the fishing line tied to the back of her bike turned into a U-shape.

The fishing line was then dragged along by the motorcycle, gathering the dust and garbage on the ground.”

"As for the convenience store employee's claim that the motorcycle stalled, that was probably because the wheelchair hit the guardrail."

Gao Mu said, "Just now when I was experimenting, the motorcycle suddenly got stuck. I guess because the clerk was there, he pretended that the motorcycle had broken down."

"You say that, do you have any evidence?"

Ye Banjiedai covered his right arm with his left hand, subconsciously taking a defensive stance, clearly feeling extremely uneasy: "Even if this method can be implemented, you can't be sure that I killed him!

Criminal cases require evidence, right? So, then, show us the evidence!

This is all fabricated reasoning. You treat me as a criminal without even a shred of evidence. Don't you think that's a bit too much?!

Don’t you agree, Lawyer Eri Kisaki?

Here we come! Here we come!

The classic scene of the prisoner begging for punishment!

Tang Ze saw that Ye Banjiedai was still unwilling to give up and he kept complaining in his heart, but he was not angry at all. Instead, he looked at the other party with a bit of friendliness.

For Tang Ze, who had just experienced a battle of wits and courage with the Black Organization, solving the first ordinary case after the main line was a bit like completing a daily task.

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