Chapter 3594 3606 [Case Closed]

Seeing that Judy was about to get into another argument, James quickly stepped in, casually nodded to the police, and then pulled Judy away.

Officer Takagi seemed to remember something and stopped him, saying, "Um..."

James spoke up before he could: "It seems the other suspect left while you were rummaging through the trash. In that case, Judy and I will head back first—we're at that hospital, and our phones will stay on. If the hanger test results come back, you can contact us anytime."

"Huh?" Officer Takagi looked around and realized that there really was one suspect missing—the shop manager's wife had found no hangers in the trash bag, so after scolding them, she left hastily without any evidence.

But now...

The two police officers carefully took the coat hanger from Amuro Tooru's hands and said sincerely, "Mr. Amuro, you're such a kind person. But... why are you in your hands?"

Toru Amuro: "..."

He glanced at the clothes hanger that had been suddenly thrown at him: thankfully, he had a habit of wearing gloves, otherwise, if the hanger had his fingerprints on it, there would probably have been a lot of trouble later...

...

Although he was quite concerned about the mysterious man in black who had appeared out of nowhere, Amuro Tooru was Amuro Tooru after all, and his schedule was too full to keep searching in the vicinity indefinitely.

Seeing that the other party had mysteriously disappeared in the explosion and seemed to have no intention of continuing on stage, Amuro Tooru could only sigh, send a message to his subordinates to keep an eye on the case, and then leave.

As soon as the man left, the two high school girls turned around and stared intently at the clothes hanger in Officer Sato's hand.

Officer Sato paused, then asked, "What's wrong?"

The two high school girls couldn't wait: "Quickly take it to the Metropolitan Police Department and see if there are any fingerprints of Ms. Judy or Mr. James on it!"

...

Green Beauty Salon, Arch Bridge Ward, Beika Town.

It was morning, and the beauty salon was neither too busy nor too quiet. The shop owner's wife had been on edge all the way back, but as she stepped into her shop, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, a feeling of relief like she had escaped a disaster.

"What famous detective... he's nothing special."

When she glimpsed Jiang Xia in the news, the shopkeeper's wife had a good impression of this young and handsome detective. But now, from the perspective of the criminal, she wished that all of Jiang Xia's reputation was fabricated, and that he was just a pretty face who had risen to power by living off a woman.

"It's good that no evidence was found, but I remember that after I strangled that ingrate yesterday, I did put the coat hanger in a garbage bag near the apartment... Could it be that when the garbage bag was thrown into the car, the coat hanger fell somewhere else?"

The store manager's wife paced back and forth in the break room, her heels tapping impatiently on the floor. She thought to herself, feeling both relieved and confused: "I'm so lucky, but I really need to change this tendency to panic when something big happens—if I had just taken the hanger with me yesterday instead of throwing it away nearby out of fear, I wouldn't have been so worried just now."

"Anyway, we got through this time smoothly. Next time..."

Clang—

A crisp sound rang out as the wind chimes hanging by the door suddenly chimed.

The shop manager's wife instinctively froze, but quickly shook her head, comforting herself: "It's just customers coming and going, what's there to be afraid of? Don't make a fuss."

Da da da.

Amidst the store clerks' puzzled inquiries, a chaotic throng of footsteps approached directly towards them.

"..." The shop manager's wife's hands trembled as she held the cup. "It must be another shop visiting and learning from us. There's nothing to panic about. Calm down!"

Knock knock knock.

The people outside started knocking on the door.

The shopkeeper's wife stood frozen in place. After a long while, she shakily picked up her teacup, moistened her throat, and then tried to ask calmly, "Who?"

"Manager, the police are here," a shop assistant's voice came through, calm yet tinged with the joy of seeing his idol. "And a famous detective too!"

With a crack, the porcelain cup in the shopkeeper's wife's hand slipped and shattered on the ground.

...

An ordinary door obviously couldn't stop the well-prepared police and the famous detective who came to collect the ghost.

Under the complicated gazes of the two high school girls, Officer Sato took out a large yet light transparent evidence bag and placed it on the table with a clatter.

The shop manager's wife looked down and saw a blue coat hanger that had been stretched and deformed. Her mind went blank, and she slumped into the boss's chair behind her.

Jiang Xia pointed to the evidence bag: "The police compared the tiny blue fragments under the victim's fingernails with the coating on this hanger—although the laboratory results are not yet available, the two are consistent in color and material, and there are indeed some scratches on the hanger."

"In other words, this clothes hanger should be the murder weapon used to kill the victim."

"in addition……"

He then pointed to the curved hook at the top of the hanger: "These disposable hangers from dry cleaners are often rough at the top, with the cut not being smoothed out and being relatively sharp—we found a small amount of blood at the top of this hanger."

"There were no similar puncture or scratch marks on the victim's body, so I think the blood was left by the murderer when it cut his skin during the crime."

"Police have already taken the victim's blood to compare with the bloodstains on the hook, and now we need to collect blood samples from the other suspects."

As he spoke, he glanced at the shop manager's wife's right hand, which was covered with a huge bandage: "Whose blood matches the blood on the clothes hanger? That means she is the murderer."

Officer Sato glanced at Takagi, and the two approached from both sides, heading towards the shop manager's wife.

“Mrs. Goto,” Officer Sato said, looking at her hand, “could I see the wound under your bandage?”

"..."

A deathly silence fell, and then the shopkeeper's wife began to tremble violently as if she had been electrocuted.

After what seemed like an eternity, she finally collapsed, exhausted, and removed the band-aid.

The large band-aid slipped off, revealing not the "burn" she had mentioned that morning, but two thin, deep scratches—judging from their size and shape, they did indeed look like scratches made by a clothes hanger.

"I... I didn't actually intend to kill her."

Mrs. Goshima spoke, her voice trembling:

"I just wanted to talk to Meixiang and persuade her not to switch jobs and to continue working in my shop, but she turned her back to me and started taking apart the clothes in the dry cleaners, completely ignoring me, the shop manager."

"I went over and tugged at her, trying to get her to listen to me, but she coldly brushed me off and even flicked the coat hanger at my face... I can't forgive her!"