Chapter 7
The warm winter sun shines through the window onto the antique copper bell behind the door, which makes a crisp ding-dong sound as the door opens and closes.
A hideous corpse lies across the table. Kitahara Yuki glances at it very quickly and looks away with a normal expression.
"The deceased is Tanaka Masaichi, male, 32 years old, who was the section chief of the purchasing department of the Jida Company. He was dismissed by the company due to financial problems and is currently unemployed at home."
Takagi Wataru closed the work notebook in his hand and said to Officer Megure, "The person sitting on the right hand side of the deceased is the deceased's girlfriend, Ms. Kobayashi Dai. Sitting directly opposite the deceased is Ms. Takahashi Tomoaki, and sitting diagonally opposite is Ms. Yamamoto Risa."
"The deceased was poisoned by cyanide. There was a poison reaction on the spoon used by Tanaka Masaichi. There was a white handkerchief on the left hand side of the deceased, and a small bottle of cyanide in his pocket."
"Three minutes," Kitahara Yuki looked at the sullen Amuro Toru with a cold expression, "Mr. Amuro, I can solve this case in just three minutes. Does the police need to test my ability?"
Amuro Toru straightened his expression: "What's your purpose?"
Kitahara Yuki did not answer, his real body switched to a vest, and in an instant he was in the perspective of Hase Hikaru.
[Eyes that see through everything] Do your job responsibly, everything in Kitahara Yuki's eyes changes from reality to absurd illusion.
On the white handkerchief is a long frame with words similar to those in the game world.
- The replaced handkerchief, I belong to Chiqiu, I don't want to wipe dishes for scumbags!
- I am a corpse, I used to be left-handed.
- Because of gambling on a watch that was about to be sold, but my owner is dead, hehe!
- Many young ladies' secret USB flash drives.
Switching back to the main body, Kitahara Yuki blinked and adjusted to the sudden change of perspective.
"There are 2 minutes and 30 seconds left." Kitahara Yuki stared at Amuro Toru, with some indifference in his black eyes: "The murderer is Takahashi Tomoaki."
Amuro Toru did not answer, and Kitahara Yuki did not give Amuro Toru a chance to answer. The moment he finished speaking, Kitahara Yuki had already walked to the side of Takahashi Tomoaki.
"Turn yourself in to reduce your sentence. According to Japanese law, even if you behave actively in prison, your sentence can be greatly reduced. Maybe you can get out in just two or three years."
Takahashi Tomoaki's body tensed up in an instant, her pupils dilated, and her neck turned to Kitahara Yuki awkwardly like a rusty part.
"What are you talking about, sir!"
"You are very happy," Kitahara Yuki was not interested in the psychological struggle of the criminal. He yawned, and the mystery he solved calmed his excited nerves in an instant.
"Killing this person makes you feel happy, but more of it is the joy of relief. This joy is partly because of yourself, but mostly because of others. Is it for Ms. Yamamoto? Or Ms. Kobayashi?"
Takahashi Tomoaki did not answer, but the brief 0.22 second shift of her eyes told Kitahara Yuki the answer. He said lightly: "It was Ms. Kobayashi."
"Sir, you have no evidence, I can sue you for defamation!" Takahashi Tomoaki's sharp voice instantly focused everyone's attention on her.
Her eyebrows were drawn down, her lips were pressed into a straight line, her nostrils were dilated, and her breathing was quickened.
——She was very angry.
The eyes received information and transmitted it to the brain very well. Kitahara Yuki nodded nonchalantly, "I didn't tell you, I have no evidence."
He found a chair and sat down, his voice full of fatigue, and it was obvious that his poor sleep made him feel very bad.
"In daily life, even if you don't see the other person in person, you can easily tell which hand the other person uses." Kitahara Yuki picked up the fork on the table with his left hand and put it on his left hand, "Like this."
"Obviously, his handkerchief is on his left hand, he is left-handed. In addition, Mr. Tanaka has the habit of wiping the tableware with a handkerchief before meals. The only person who could have replaced the handkerchief quietly was Ms. Takahashi Tomoaki, who was sitting opposite the deceased. Ms. Takahashi replaced the handkerchief stained with □□ with a clean handkerchief."
Takahashi Tomoaki laughed, "According to what you said, I should have a handkerchief stained with □□! Didn't the police search it?! I don't have a handkerchief!"
"Hey, hey, hey!" Yamamoto Risa was very unhappy about her friend being accused, "It's obvious, this guy committed suicide, he dipped the poison in the bottle with a spoon, and then died quickly. This guy is still as selfish as ever, and he wants to implicate us even after his death."
"Don't slander people! Where is the evidence? You can't solve the case with your imagination! I can still say that you are the murderer." Kobayashi roared.
It's really strange that the other two suspects are protecting the murderer.
Kitahara Yuki thought of [Many Young Ladies' Secret USB Flash Drives], and combined with the attitudes of the three people, he came to a conclusion. The deceased used their secrets to threaten them and lived on the support of the three women.
This information penetrated into the brain, making Kitahara Yuki take a deep breath and suppress the psychological disgust.
He took the coffee from Hase Mitsutomu and took a big sip. The bitter taste relaxed his head that had been screaming all night.
"Before the food was served, Ms. Kobayashi Dai and Ms. Yamamoto Risa went to the bathroom. After the food was served, it was Ms. Takahashi Tomoaki. You must destroy the handkerchief stained with □□ through the toilet."
Kitahara Yuki waved his mobile phone.
"There are 30 seconds left." Kitahara Yuki glanced at Amuro Toru, and then continued to Takahashi Toru: "Ms. Takahashi, did you wear gloves when you changed the handkerchief? Are you sure there is no □□ on your hands? The sandwiches in this store are very delicious. Maybe this lady can try them."
Takahashi Tomoaki's pupils shrank rapidly, her right hand trembled, and cold sweat appeared on her forehead.
"Three minutes." Kitahara Yuki smiled at Amuro Toru.
"The rest is the job of the police. Of course, I don't recommend that the police really let this lady use her hands as cutlery. Maybe a simple poison test is all that's needed--"
As the sentence ended, the stunned police seemed to have pressed the start button, and suddenly burst into an ear-piercing discussion.
This simply refreshed the fastest case-solving speed of Mihua!
Kitahara Yuki frowned unhappily, looking listless.
So sleepy. He needs a quiet environment, a bed with the right hardness and softness, and a warm quilt, which will make him feel very good and fall into a deep sleep as quickly as possible.
Kitahara Yuki's eyelids were half drooped, and his head nodded.
"Go back to sleep."
Not knowing whose voice it was, Kitahara Yuki wanted to open his mouth to respond, but his thoughts slowly drifted away and fell into darkness.
When he woke up again, he saw the moon-shaped lamp in the safe house. The warm sunlight fell on his face, calmly telling a fact that it was already late.
Kitahara Yuki turned on the screen of his mobile phone.
The next day at 2:00 p.m.
... At such a young age, he couldn't stay up all night!
Kitahara Yuki recalled that he had stayed up all night for two days and nights before the time travel, and he was resurrected with full blood after sleeping for 8 hours. The sudden inability caught him off guard, and tears rolled in his eyes. It
was not until he saw the distinctive blond-haired and black-skinned policeman that he suddenly held back his tears.
Kitahara Yuki, who had been immersed in the role for a second, turned indifferent again, and said in a very characteristic cold voice: "What do you want from me?"
"I made an extra soufflé, maybe you'll like it." Amuro Toru's eyes quickly swept across Kitahara Yuki's wet eyes.
Did she cry?
There was a moment of silence in the room. Kitahara Yuki was silent for a while, and said lightly: "Thank you."
Amuro Toru was so nice to his brother who was a reserve criminal? This was not like the style of a blond policeman.
"Although sweets can stimulate the secretion of dopamine and make people feel better," Kitahara Yuki said seriously, "but, obviously, Xiaoguang and I don't like sweets."
"Maybe a cup of espresso will be more effective than ten soufflés. Of course, this is just a small suggestion from me. I don't mean to ask Mr. Gongan to bribe me with coffee next time."
There was no polite words, and Amuro Toru stared silently at Kitahara Yuki, who looked as if it was a matter of course.
Kitahara Yuki added: "In addition, I don't like mysticism. I hope Mr. Public Security can speak for himself, otherwise I'm afraid I will say to you - mystery man, get out of the safe house!"
The mystic Amuro Toru took a deep breath and said straight to the point: "Public Security hopes you will stand on our side."
Kitahara Yuki nodded, waiting for Amuro Toru to rattle off a long list of advantages, but after waiting for more than ten seconds, there was still no sound from Amuro Toru.
Kitahara Yuki looked up in surprise and was about to say something when the phone notification sounded, disrupting his plan.
Buzz - he
turned on the phone, and it was a text message.
[Xiao Xing, I got my phone back. - Hase Hikaru]
"This is one of our sincerity." Amuro Toru said.
Kitahara Yuki ignored him and opened another text message.
[I have installed a chat room in your phone. It is highly confidential and you don’t have to worry about information leaks. - Hase Hikaru]
He opened the chat room and needed to enter the password first.
The tacit understanding of belonging to the same soul made Kitahara Yuki have no hesitation. He entered [Performance System] in pinyin.
The interface jumped and there were only two people in the chat room.
Kitahara Yuki put away his phone, glanced at Amuro Toru lazily, and said in a blunt tone: "Okay, Mr. Amuro, I already understand. I also received your soufflé. Although I am not satisfied with this gift, it doesn't prevent me from enjoying it."
The smart Amuro Toru understood what Kitahara Yuki meant. He was very glad that this proud and contradictory psychology expert did not tell him to get lost directly, but used this not-so-tactful way to leave him a fingernail-sized decency.
"See you next time."
"Yeah, see you next time."
Kitahara Yuki quickly sent Amuro Toru away. He opened the soufflé package and took a bite with a try mentality.
It's actually not bad!
This guy is really good at cooking.
Kitahara Yuki licked his lips, slowly finished a whole soufflé, and then opened Hase Hikaru's chat room.
[Little Lucky (Kitahara Yuki): What do you think about the main quest?]
[Believe in Hikaru (Hase Hikaru): Conan's camp is divided into red and black. Considering the safety factor, it is our best solution to have people in both camps. Information exchange can help us avoid many dangers.]
[Believe in Hikaru: However, the most important thing is to ensure your safety. The survival of the original body is one of the conditions for the survival of the vest. You need to stay on the red side, and I will handle the black side.]
[Little Lucky: Do you need to get an undercover identity? This will increase your survival rate]
[Believe in the light: It can be considered. Have you asked the system about the other three vests?]
[Little Luck: You need to reach 60% of the shaping value of this vest to unlock the remaining vests. Go and mix with the black to brush up your skills. Don't be reckless]
[Believe in the light: You can trust me to do things]
Kitahara Yuki stared at the last sentence for three seconds, and the label of Hase Hikari [funny man, pleasure offender] appeared in his mind. The full sense of violation seemed to break through the screen, and rushed towards Kitahara Yuki regardless.
Emotionally, Kitahara Yuki warned himself that he needed to give some confidence to the vests that were colored by the same soul.
Intellectually, Kitahara Yuki believed that vests with such labels would not be so obedient.