"My ex-wife? Why are you suddenly mentioning her?"

Otaki Goro said in his heart that I don’t want to mention your ex-wife, but someone wants to see how you react.

"Because our police believe this case was committed by someone they know, either a neighbor or someone in the victim's social network, Tomomi Matsushima, we're trying to eliminate as many suspects as possible." Otaki Goro felt his explanation was a bit far-fetched, but he continued, "I don't want to ask if you've been in touch with your ex-wife. I have the impression you have a daughter, right? Maybe that can prove your alibi."

Yamamoto Koji clenched and unclenched his right hand. He raised his hand again, pushed up his glasses, and said with a smile:

"No, I haven't contacted them for a long time, Officer. If you don't have any other questions, please come back. I still have some work to do."

Fujiwara Yuu knew that he was ordering them to leave, so he stood up and prepared to take the boiled water on the table. He deliberately stepped on Hattori Heiji's foot, and Heiji screamed and successfully knocked over the water in his hand.

The water soaked Fujiwara Yu's clothes. He frowned and looked at Hattori Heiji who was hugging his feet.

"You got my clothes wet from all that startling."

“???”

"Mr. Yamamoto, can you let me use the restroom? I'm a bit of a germaphobe, and it's a bit uncomfortable when my clothes get wet."

"Okay, the hair dryer is in the drawer."

"Thanks."

Hattori Heiji rubbed the back of his foot in confusion. So, Takashi-kun's old obsession with mysophobia had kicked in, huh? That wasn't right. He'd clearly stepped on me on purpose... Did he think there were some clues in the bathroom?

But what clues could there be in the toilet?

At this time, Fujiwara Yu, who had already walked into the bathroom, opened the drawer and took out the hair dryer. While blowing air on his wet clothes, he looked through the things in the drawer.

He had just confirmed that Yamamoto Koji was the murderer of Tomomi, so he came to the bathroom to see if he could find the perfume bottle.

Facts proved that his guess was correct. When he walked into the bathroom, he smelled the perfume spreading in the enclosed space. It was very strong and did not dissipate at all. It seemed that this guy had sprayed it on purpose when he met them.

Fujiwara Yu took out the perfume bottle and took a photo, and at the same time sent a text message to White who was far away in Tokyo, saying that it would be faster for him to help her check some things.

White, who had no recent missions to follow, was killing time on the second floor of a coffee shop in Beika-cho. His laptop was displaying a page about tourism in Nagoya. He wanted to take advantage of his free time to visit Nagoya and taste the most delicious and authentic three-color glutinous rice dumplings.

However, before he had time to study the route, his cell phone beside him suddenly vibrated, startling him.

Looking at the note displayed in the email, White inexplicably felt like he was caught slacking off at work by his boss.

[Claire: Please help me research the reasons why Yamamoto Koji and Fukuda Satomi divorced a year ago. They should have gone through the divorce procedures in Osaka.]

After reading the email, White didn't dare to slack off any further and immediately started helping with the investigation. He then took a photo of the results and sent it back. Looking at the successfully sent photos, he couldn't help but sigh in a low voice:

"In the age of MMS, it was so convenient."

At the same time, on the other side, Fujiwara Yu had already left the bathroom and returned to Matsushima's house. Hattori Heiji beside him was still saying how much he suspected Yamamoto Koji was the murderer.

"Brother Yingsi, why don't you just apply for a search warrant? There must be something in his house. If you search carefully, you will definitely find his flaws. Didn't you hear him call out Kazuha's name just now? How could he know Kazuha's name if he doesn't know her?"

Fujiwara Yu opened his flip phone and looked at the picture on it, saying perfunctorily:

"We don't have reliable evidence yet. Once we find it, we'll be able to... Hmm? Is that really the case? He and his ex-wife didn't divorce by agreement, but through a referendum."

"Huh? How did you know?"

"Nothing, I think I already know his motive for murder."

Fujiwara Yu closed his phone before Hattori Heiji put his head over. He couldn't show the pictures to Hattori. After all, these things were obtained by illegal means.

He stood up and walked towards Tomomi Matsushima's bedroom, ready to check again, as there must be something he missed.

"Brother Yingsi, do you think the murder weapon is hidden in the bedroom?"

The murder weapon.

Fujiwara Yu's eyes lit up. Yes, how could he have forgotten about this?

At first he thought that the kitchen knife that fell next to the body was the murder weapon, but Mitsuyo Asao of the Scientific Research Institute also said that the real cause of death was not the knife wound but suffocation.

A kitchen knife cannot cause death by suffocation, so... the victim must have been suffocated to death by something.

"He peeked at the diary, probably intending to take a suitable trophy, but after realizing it didn't belong to Tomomi Matsushima, he took another item from the room."

Hattori Heiji looked at Takashi Sosuke with a confused look on his face and asked:

"Diary? What diary?"

Toyama Kazuha, who was originally chatting with Matsushima Yoshie, heard the keyword "diary" coming from Hattori Heiji's mouth, and instantly jumped up from the sofa, which really scared Mrs. Matsushima next to her.

She ran towards Hattori Heiji in a panic, grabbed his collar and asked:

"Ping Ping Ping Ping Heiji! Where did you get this diary?! Have you already taken a peek?!"

"Huh? What are you talking about? It was Brother Takashi who was mumbling about the diary trophy!" Hattori Heiji pressed his hand on the back of Kazuha's hand, frowned and said helplessly: "Stop pulling me, you're going to make the collar of my clothes too big!"

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