As Tang Ze's "exclusive reporter", Shihuayuan is, to some extent, the person who knows Tang Ze best.
After all, some of the information in the quiet files can only be known by insiders and participants, and Tang Ze cannot mention it to non-criminal personnel.
As a person who cooperates with Tang Ze in publicity, Sihuayuan naturally has an intuitive understanding of all the cases handled by Tang Ze.
He has the most comprehensive understanding of Tang Ze's reasoning ability.
It's just that this person, once something happens to him, he can no longer think calmly.
Especially for a person like Xiang Sihuayuan who has a strong personality and likes to take control of the situation and take the initiative, after learning that he was framed, his first reaction was not to rely on anyone, but to solve the problem himself.
"I'm sorry..." Shihuayuan raised his head and looked at Tang Ze, "I was too reckless..."
"Well, that's understandable. After all, that's just your personality." Tang Ze casually bowed. "After we solve the case, you have to treat us to a nice meal."
"Oh, don't worry." Sihuayuan smiled, "Anything you want to eat is fine."
"Wait, wait!! But what about the buttons!?"
Hearing Tang Ze's words, Gao Mu, who was standing beside him, quickly came to his senses and asked, "But that button did fall at the crime scene, right?"
"Is there any need to think about it?" Tang Ze stretched out his index finger and shook it, as if it was a matter of course. "It's a trap set by the criminal to frame you."
"A prisoner's trap!?"
"Yes, you haven't forgotten that no fingerprints of Shihuayuan were detected on the button, right?"
Tang Ze folded the shirt and handed it to Shihuayuan. "A button fell off a piece of clothing she was wearing, but there is no fingerprint on it. What does this mean?"
"Ah... That's right..." Gao Mu was stunned for a moment, then realized, "You mean..."
"Right, it seems you've figured it out." Tang Ze stretched out his right arm and pulled up the sleeve of his suit, revealing the entire cuff. "Buttons on a shirt aren't just decorations you don't touch. You use them every day when you put them on and take them off.
That is to say, if you put on clothes and want to dress neatly, you must touch the buttons, so it is impossible for the buttons to not detect fingerprints.
If there is indeed nothing on it, then that means…”
"Did someone wipe it?!" Takagi suddenly realized.
"It's more logical to think this way." Tang Ze smoothed his cuffs and said, "If it was a button that the criminal accidentally dropped, there would definitely be fingerprints on it.
Could it be that the criminal found the button and didn't retrieve it, but deliberately wiped it clean and left it at the crime scene?"
“Indeed…”
"Um...Excuse me...Do you have anything else to ask me?"
Before Takagi could say anything else, Miura Yoshiaki suddenly said politely, "If there's nothing else, could you please go back? I still have a lot of work to do here..."
"Sorry to bother you! We'll leave now!" Realizing that this was still someone else's house, Gao Mu quickly apologized embarrassedly: "I'm so sorry to have troubled you...!"
"It's okay... then..."
Yoshiaki Miura opened the door and was about to see the guest off, but the next moment a hand suddenly passed over Miura Yoshiaki's head and closed the door.
"fine?"
The tall and burly Karasawa, his arms supported on the wall, looked down at Miura Yoshiaki, who was of average Japanese height, with the air of a delinquent boy blackmailing a good student, and said with a smile, "Of course there's something wrong."
"Karaze-kun!?" Takagi looked at the scene in front of him, confused and panicked. "What are you doing all of a sudden!?"
“What are you doing!!”
Miura Yoshiaki was trembling under the sharp gaze of Tang Ze. He said angrily: "This is my home, you are so rude!!"
"Disrespectful?" Tang Ze sneered at the fierce-looking but inwardly timid Miura Yoshiaki and said, "People who have no reverence for life are even more disrespectful, aren't they?
Are you in such a hurry to leave because you feel guilty? After all, there are so many criminals staying at your house, and they have seen through your tricks to frame others.
The criminal who killed Miss Teraizumi is you, right, Mr. Miura?"
"N-Nani!?"
Hearing what Tang Ze said, Gao Mu was shocked and said: "Mr. Miura is the criminal!? How is it possible..."
He suspected Miura Miyako and Yamashita Tamako because one of them had lost her husband and the other had lost her brother. If they committed the crime, it would be understandable.
But Takagi was shocked that Yoshiaki Miura would actually kill Keiko Teraizumi.
Because these two people have nothing to do with each other, there is no motive at all.
"It's hard to believe, but it's the truth."
Tang Ze smiled and approached Miura Yoshiaki again, holding the wall with one hand and gradually moving closer to Miura Yoshiaki with the other hand. "However, choosing the button in Shihuayuan as a trap is not a smart choice."
"Get out of here, you annoying guy!"
Facing Tang Ze's approaching step by step, Miura Yoshiaki angrily stretched out his hand and pushed forward suddenly, and Tang Ze also took a few steps back under the force of this push.
"Well, that's probably how it feels."
Tang Ze looked at Miura Yoshiaki, who looked confused after hearing his words, and reminded him, "Have you forgotten? When Miss Miura Miyako was angry and pushed Shikain, it was probably the same thing."
"So, so what!" Miura Yoshiaki said unhappily, "What does that even mean?"
"It's an opportunity."
Tang Ze smiled and said, "Generally speaking, no matter how loose the thread is, the button won't fall off unless you pull it hard."
Looking at Miura Yoshiaki, whose face gradually turned pale, Tang Ze looked down at him and said, "It seems that you have remembered it too. Your wife pushed Shihuayuan hard that day. Maybe that was when the thread broke and the button fell to the ground."
"Indeed, I also feel that the button is so big that it might have fallen off at that time."
Sihuayuan clasped his hands together and explained, "I realized my button was loose when I came to the office that day. I planned to fix it that night, but when I got home after work, I found that the button was gone."
"That doesn't mean I was the one who took the button!" Miura Yoshiaki retorted unhappily, "There were so many people there at the time, it could have been anyone."
"No, you're wrong, Mr. Miura. The situation is exactly the opposite."
In response to Miura Yoshiaki's rebuttal, Karasawa smiled politely, looked at him, and said something full of hatred, "You were the only one present at the time who had a chance to get the button."
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