Fujiwara Yu crossed his arms over his chest with a matter-of-fact expression on his face. He didn't even give Miyano Akemi a backdoor, so naturally he wouldn't treat Kakizaki Sayuri specially either.

However, while listening, he found that Kakizaki Sayuri's testimony was similar to Inoue Chie's, and there were no noteworthy clues. Moreover, judging from her drunken appearance, she might not be able to react even if the murderer committed the crime in front of her.

"Sir, could you please tell me your name?" Fujiwara Yu turned his head to look at the red-haired man sitting on the sofa without saying a word. His hair was obviously dyed, and judging from his clothing style, he was most likely a rock musician.

The red-haired man slowly raised his head. He had a lip ring on his lips and even his fingernails were painted black. He looked directly at Takashi Sosuke and answered in a hoarse voice:

"My name is Ippei Yokoyama, and I'm a high school classmate of the victim. I wasn't invited here, but Inoue wanted to find a classmate to accompany her to a party, and since the band had nothing to do, I came here."

Fujiwara Yu noticed that Yokoyama Ippei's eyes were red, and even the tip of his nose was a little red. This didn't seem like he was cold, but more like he had just cried. No wonder he was so surprised by the lack of eyeshadow and eyeliner in his rock-and-roll look. It seemed like he had secretly removed his tear-stained makeup.

But why was he so upset about the victim's death that he cried? The two girls who were formally invited to the scene didn't cry. He wasn't invited by Kitagawa Hiromi, so logically speaking, they shouldn't have had a particularly good relationship.

"Mr. Yokoyama, can you tell me what you were doing during the time of the incident?" Fujiwara Yu felt it necessary to focus on this man named Ippei Yokoyama, who might have an unspeakable relationship with the victim.

Yokoyama Ippei hesitated for a few seconds before lowering his head to play with the platinum ring on his index finger. His voice was a little muffled:

“…I was drunk at the time, so I just leaned on the sofa and took a nap.”

He deliberately avoided sight and wasted some time making up a lie, and his lie was quite poor.

Fujiwara Yuu didn't expose his lie, because even if he knew he was lying, he had no evidence to prove it, so he had to pretend that he didn't notice. He put his hands in his pockets and his eyes fell on Miyano Akemi who had just returned from the kitchen. According to the procedure, he asked her for her alibi:

"What's your alibi?"

"Hmm?" Inoue Chie tilted her head in confusion. She looked at Saito Masami and then at Takashi Sosuke, and asked curiously, "Officer, are you and Miss Saito acquainted?"

"I've met you at the eucalyptus scene before. Do you have any other questions?" Fujiwara Yu replied expressionlessly. The second half of the sentence could be said to have directly extinguished Inoue Chie's gossiping thoughts.

Inoue Chie smiled awkwardly and shook her head, but she had her own wishful thinking in her mind. If the two of them did not have any close relationship, she would still have a chance to hook up with him.

Miyano Akemi glanced at Inoue Chie meaningfully, and then told what she did during the incident - she fell asleep sitting on the sofa the whole time, but no one could prove herself.

Upon hearing this, Fujiwara Yuu couldn't help but turn his head to look at Yokoyama Ippei and asked himself:

"Mr. Yokoyama, you just said that you took a nap on the sofa in the living room. Did you see Saito before you went to bed?"

"I didn't notice it, but there should be one." Yokoyama Ippei answered ambiguously. This time he answered quickly, and it seemed that he was really not sure.

After asking around without getting any substantial clues, Fujiwara Yuu found the people attending the party quite interesting. When the victim, Hiromi Kitagawa, was alone in her bedroom, no one except Takahiro Kitagawa who was not present said that they had been to the bedroom. This was a bit strange.

Fujiwara Yu ignored them and walked straight towards the bedroom. When he opened the door, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol, which made him frown. He has always been sensitive to smells.

The lights in the room were off, the glass door leading to the balcony was open, and there were signs of sleeping on the bed, but there was no sign of anyone else entering the room. Could it be that my inference was wrong and it was just an accident?

Fujiwara Yu walked towards the balcony with doubt, and saw two police officers from the mobile search team sticking their butts out and observing the balcony railing. Perhaps because he was used to suppressing the sound of his footsteps, the moment he opened his mouth, he scared the two men so much that they almost jumped off the balcony.

Quick-witted, he reached out and grabbed the collars of the two men, dragging them back with all his strength, successfully making them squat on their buttocks. Looking at the two men grinning and rubbing their buttocks, he asked again:

"So, did you find anything?"

"Yes, Chief Inspector, please take a look here. There are signs of wear and tear on the railing. He and I were just studying what caused these marks and whether they were related to the victim's fall from the building." Although the police officer was a little resentful of the chief inspector for walking without making any sound, he still answered seriously since it involved the case.

Fujiwara Yuu leaned over to the railing and took a closer look, noticing more than one scratch and even signs of paint peeling. This prompted him to quickly construct a delay device to slow the fall, something he could easily do with just a rope. This way, even if the victim wasn't at the scene, he could still successfully drop the body.

He reached out and patted the two police officers on the shoulders, smiling slightly.

"You two have worked hard. Leave the rest to us. Go back and rest."

"Yes, you've worked hard, Inspector."

After the two of them got up and left, Yin Dahang, who had arrived late, also came into the bedroom. He noticed Fujiwara Yuu who was looking for something, and walked over to him and asked:

"How is the case progressing?"

"We're making pretty good progress. As long as we find the time-delay device and the murder weapon, the case will be almost closed."

"It seems like you already have a guess about the murderer?" Yin Dahang smiled slightly. He took out his notebook from his pocket and flipped through it as he said, "I just stopped by the convenience store to investigate. The clerk said that the victim's husband, Kitagawa Takahiro, was in a very good mood. He was humming while choosing things and left without even taking the receipt."

"What did he buy?"

Yin Dahang picked up the shopping receipt that had been placed in the evidence bag. The content on it was very simple:

"Five bottles of soda pop and five packets of shredded fish, and a pack of cigarettes."

"Serves five? That's quite interesting. Doesn't he even act it out?"

"Yeah, this guy must still be complacent about his perfect crime, so he didn't pay much attention to such trivial matters. After all, this shopping receipt can't be used as evidence. He can say that he didn't want to eat it, so he bought five servings." Yin Dahang shrugged his shoulders. This thing could only suspect that Kitagawa Takahiro might be the murderer, but there was no way to directly conclude that he was the one who killed Kitagawa Hiromi.

Fujiwara You raised his eyebrows without saying anything, and gestured to ask Yin Dahang to help him find the things hidden by the murderer. But before he could do anything, he was startled by the words the other party asked him.

"Fujiwara, I didn't expect you and her to meet again at the scene of the eucalyptus."

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