Everyone turned their heads to look, only to find a polite man in a suit.
"I'm Naono, Luya Yingzi's manager."
The man bowed slightly and said, "Ms. Yingzi was once Mr. Momoyama's apprentice. I originally planned to prepare a seat for her, but unfortunately, all the seats are full today.
So I asked him to stay in the lounge and watch the performance through the monitor."
"I see." Tang Ze nodded and said, "Excuse me, where is Miss Lu Yayingzi? Could I ask her to come over and ask a question?"
"Wait a moment, Teacher Yingzi is removing her makeup and changing her clothes. I'll go call her later."
Naoya smiled apologetically, "After all, it's a costume for stage performances. Some of the mechanisms inside can't be seen from the outside, but it might not be very comfortable to wear."
"Yeah." Tang Ze nodded and walked to the window next to him.
"This house is really old. The walls are cracked and the dirt is falling off."
Nanatsuki Koshimizu looked out the empty window, feeling the cool breeze coming towards her and said comfortably, "Ah, this breeze feels so comfortable. Is it raining somewhere?"
"What's the point of being comfortable? It's been blowing for so long that all the smells in the room have been blown away."
Tang Ze felt the wind blowing in from the big window and was speechless. He had heard from the owner of the troupe that the sound of glass breaking was heard almost in the middle of the magic show.
It has been almost half an hour since the magic show ended. The floor is high and there is a cool breeze today, so the ventilation is very good.
It wouldn't be a big deal if it were any other day, but a murder happened today, which cut off his clues to solving the case.
This coincidence was so strange that Tang Ze even suspected that there was some invisible existence that deliberately restricted him from cheating.
Of course, thinking back to the time when I used my super sense of smell to cheat easily, it seemed that I was just unlucky this time.
Putting his chaotic thoughts aside, Tang Ze began to inspect the interior of the room. He soon spotted a pack of orange cigarettes on the coffee table. "This brand doesn't seem very stylish."
Look at the "parddise" on the cigarette box
Tea” in English, Tang Ze guessed: “Captain brand? Have you heard of it?”
"You, a grown man, don't know, so I know even less." Nanatsuki Koshimizu spread his hands.
"I don't smoke either." Although he said that, Tang Ze was almost certain that this was a relatively niche brand.
Although he doesn't smoke, there are still many heavy smokers in the Metropolitan Police Department, and many people often give him cigarettes, so he has some impression of the common cigarettes on the market.
But he was sure that he had no impression of this brand of cigarettes.
"The brand isn't a problem, but these cigarettes look like they were stolen?"
Nanatsuki Koshimizu pointed behind Karasawa, and then found two packs of cigarettes of the same brand on a cabinet of magic props, one of which looked like it had just been opened.
"Go ask the boss what's going on with the cigarettes." Tang Ze said, looking at the forensic officer taking pictures. "Also, take these cigarette butts back for identification."
After completing these two tasks, Tang Ze continued to check the situation in the room.
After checking the window frame where the deceased fell to his death, the second thing to check was the door.
The door to the room was just an ordinary wooden door. Apart from the door lock on the handle, there was also a simple latch-type door lock at the bottom of the door.
Tang Ze looked at the latch hanging under the door and the small hole in the ground, and confirmed that this door lock was indeed a floor latch.
And judging from the damage it showed, it was obviously locked at the time of the incident. The violent act of the gang leader causing the screws on the latch at the bottom to loosen, leaving only one or two screws securing the latch body to the door.
“That’s very strange…”
Tang Ze looked at the gate, stroking his chin in thought, but soon Koshimizu Nanatsuki returned and interrupted his thoughts: "I asked him, and he said he didn't give Mr. Momoyama the cigarettes, which means he took the cigarettes himself."
"learn."
Tang Ze nodded and looked at the box next to the sofa: "This should be brought by the deceased. Let's open it and see what's inside."
"Hopefully there'll be some clues."
Upon hearing this, Nanatsuki Koshimizu opened the suitcase, but the contents inside were shocking, as they were full of various things that looked like toys.
Iron rings, books, small trumpets, etc. are all strange little gadgets.
"Are these magic props?"
Nanatsuki Koshimizu picked up a book curiously and opened it. The next moment, a colorful paper ball popped out of the book and quickly expanded to the size of a human head.
"Wow..." Looking at the suddenly expanded paper ball, Nanatsuki Koshimizu exclaimed. She wanted to close it, but found that the paper ball could not shrink back.
"Please don't touch these things carelessly. For a magician, these magic props are more precious than life.
Especially for props that are independently created and developed, they cannot be known to anyone else and have intellectual property rights."
Outside the door, Lu Yayingzi walked over, took the book from Yueshui Nanatsuki's hand, and casually swept her fingers across the bottom of the paper ball. The colorful paper ball flowers shrank and were put away as she closed the book.
"I respect your industry rules, but now that the owner of these props has passed away, these relics need to be handed over to our professional investigators for identification."
Hearing Lu Yayingzi's somewhat sarcastic words, Tang Ze smiled and dismissed them calmly: "After all, we need to determine the cause of death first, and his belongings are naturally part of the investigation."
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