Chapter 2403-2415 [Case Closed]

Shuichi Akai: "..." This is obviously not a good thing for him - what normal person would cover up his fingerprints for no reason?

Fortunately, there is more than one loophole for rebuttal.

Akai Shuichi's thoughts raced, and he raised his finger and pointed at Hattori Heiji: "If there is cyanide on my coin, then this classmate's finger..."

He suddenly stopped talking halfway.

——After he gave the coin to the murderer, there were only three places where it touched: his fingers, Hattori Heiji's gloves, and the murderer's hood.

It goes without saying that the murderer's hood contained cyanide, so if we want to prove his innocence, we have to start from two other points.

Shuichi Akai originally did not want to expose the paint he used to cover his fingerprints, so he wanted the police to check Hattori Heiji's gloves.

However, he suddenly discovered that Hattori Heiji had touched the coin twice: once he took the clean coin and threw it into his hood, and the other time he took out the coin stained with cyanide... In other words, after the second step, Hattori Heiji's gloves were now stained with cyanide.

...Then the only way to prove his innocence was to examine the composition of his fingertips. And such an examination would inevitably reveal the paint on his fingers.

Akai Shuichi: "..."

To anyone who looked at it, his act of lending the coins just now was just helping the detective complete the steps to solve the case - after all, as everyone knew, at this point, the next step would be for the murderer to confess and be arrested by the police.

But now...

Thinking of this, Shuichi Akai's eyes slightly changed when he looked at the painter: he originally thought that this Usa henchman was just unwilling to accept the failure of the frame-up, so he made up some nonsense to make things difficult for him... But in fact, this guy actually came up with such a sinister trick when the case was about to come to an end and others were most likely to relax.

Akai Shuichi took a breath silently, then slowly exhaled, continuing his previous words as if nothing had happened: "If there really was cyanide on my coin, then cyanide should also be detectable on my fingers. But in fact, I didn't get anything like that on me. You can check it out if you don't believe me."

——Now that things have come to this, we can only take a gamble and bet that the murderer, a disposable prop, has a psychological quality that is not as good as that of Uzo's minions.

And if the bet fails... then he will insist that he accidentally got glue on his hands while helping to move things. The worst result is that James will come to the police station again to rescue him.

The FBI, who were caught off guard for a moment and were ambushed, quickly thought through the consequences.

And his calmness finally brought him a little reward - the short-haired female clerk, who had just become tough under the instigation of the painter, finally realized that it was useless to resist any longer after hearing what the scapegoat said.

"That's right, I was the one who poisoned him." The short-haired female clerk took a deep breath, "No matter how highly educated or skilled that man is, he is not worthy of being a doctor!"

Her companions didn't expect that after all these twists and turns, the murderer turned out to be one of their own. The female nurse frowned in confusion: "Why do you say that suddenly? Didn't you have a good relationship before?"

The female clerk snorted coldly: "You should have heard about it - he plans to publish an important paper at the academic conference recently."

The security guard nodded: "He seems to take this very seriously. He has been talking to me about it every day recently. Uh..."

An idea suddenly occurred to him, and he thought of a possibility: "Did he steal your paper? Was that paper written by you?"

“…” A trace of embarrassment emerged on the female clerk’s face: If she could write that kind of thing, would she be working as a clerk here?

"No." After a moment of silence, she bluntly changed the subject. "He did write the paper himself, but this highly regarded paper is actually facing a huge crisis - the existence of a certain case is enough to overturn the core point of this paper, and that patient happens to be in our hospital."

The female clerk sighed, "What's even more 'coincidental' is that not long ago, the patient's condition suddenly worsened and he eventually died... This case that was enough to overturn that paper just disappeared from this world quietly."

The others were startled, and understood her hint: "You mean..."

The female clerk looked at the body on the ground coldly: "The patient's condition worsened because he prescribed the wrong medicine - this is naked murder! For that false theory, he actually killed an innocent person."

"But how can you be sure that he did it on purpose?" The nurse couldn't believe it. "What if he really just happened to prescribe the wrong medicine? He has been staying up late to work overtime on that paper recently, and his brain is often not very smart..."

"I heard this with my own ears." The female clerk looked at Ayako Ninagawa, "Just last week, the dean's daughter refused to marry him, and he was so upset that he took me out for a drink."

"After a few drinks, he said indignantly, 'I am a person who can freely decide the life and death of others, but I was fooled by a teenager. This is karma.'"

The female clerk laughed and said, "In that case, I will let him have a taste of real karma. As a doctor, he doesn't think about saving people, but plays with the lives of patients as his own power... Isn't it a good thing for such a person to disappear from the world?

"So I placed a container of cyanide in his car, and then deliberately hid his driver's license, making him look anxious and restless on the way here, laying the groundwork for his 'suicide'... But unfortunately, such a perfect chain of cause and effect was cut off by you."

She looked at Jiang Xia and smiled with relief: "You are really lucky, little detective - if it weren't for this sudden rain, I would have been able to leave smoothly with the poison in my hood."

"Who are you looking down on?" Detective Osaka felt that the high school detective community was being looked down upon, and angrily said, "Even if you hadn't been exposed for not wearing a hood on a rainy day, we would have suspected you a long time ago—

"Neither you nor the deceased put creamer or syrup into the drink. The deceased stopped adding the ingredients because he saw the Coke after opening the cup lid. But when you returned to your seat, the play had already begun and the lights in the auditorium were turned to the darkest.

"Coke and coffee are both black, and the sound of bubbles will be masked by the surrounding noise. If you are really just an innocent passerby, then in this environment, you may not be able to see clearly that your drink has been replaced, so you may add creamer and syrup to it, but you didn't.

"This means that you had opened the lid of the cup before the play started, when there was still enough light, so you knew that the drink inside was not right. You thought your plan was perfect, but in fact, everything you did would leave traces in front of the detective!"

(End of this chapter)