After asking about the specific location of Takuya Akiyama's Italian restaurant, the two did not drive but walked directly to the restaurant nearby where Mayahiko was.
Without showing their identities, the two men picked a seat and started ordering food normally, looking no different from the diners around them.
"Detective Karasawa, aren't you going to call Arima Masahiko over for questioning?" After seeing the waiter leave, Sato Miwako couldn't help but ask.
"Of course I will, but not now." Tang Ze shook his head, "Before that, I need to confirm one thing first.
If we call him out then, he will be a suspect."
"What?!" Sato Miwako exclaimed in surprise, "Detective Karasawa, do you suspect Akiyama Takuya is the real culprit?!"
"That's right." Tang Ze nodded. "Although the details haven't been completed yet, we've basically identified the other party as the culprit."
"So what are we waiting for now?" Sato Miwako couldn't help but urge, "Stop keeping us in suspense!"
"Isn't it here?" Tang Ze turned his head to signal Sato Miwako to look at the waiter who was coming over with the food and said with a smile, "This is what I've been waiting for!"
"Cooking?"
Sato Miwako watched the waiter bring the dishes to the table. Looking at Tang Ze who had already picked up the fork and carefully rolled up the spaghetti, she said speechlessly, "How can this be considered key evidence? You just want to eat it."
"No, no, although I want to eat pasta, but these are not the only reasons." Tang Ze nodded, "You may have forgotten that my sense of smell is sometimes more reliable, right?"
After hearing Tang Ze's reminder, why did he only react yesterday? He looked at the dishes on the table in surprise and said, "Could it be that... these dishes are your purpose?"
"That's right, but to be precise, it's not the food, it's the oil."
Tang Ze put the fork with the rolled pasta into his mouth and savored the flavor of the pasta: "It tastes good, but the taste of olive oil is a bit strong..."
"Oil..."
After hearing Karasawa's meaningful words, Sato Miwako suddenly remembered that before setting out for the investigation, the two of them went to the forensic department to check each other's evidence.
She lowered her head, looking at the exquisitely arranged pasta in front of her in surprise, "Are you saying that the oil on the murder weapon after it was wiped was the olive oil from this restaurant?!"
"That's right." Tang Ze nodded and smiled, "The taste of this olive oil is exactly the same as the oil on the breasts."
"Then what are you waiting for!"
Upon hearing this, Sato Miwako immediately wanted to stand up and arrest the other party, but was stopped by Tang Ze, "Don't panic, at least finish your meal first, otherwise you won't have the time later, and I don't want to work on an empty stomach."
"Then tell me the whole story of the case."
After glaring at Tang Ze in annoyance, Sato Miwako immediately sped up her eating. After Tang Ze's explanation, Sato Miwako also understood the whole picture of the case.
"Bill, please."
By the time the case was finished, the food was all eaten.
Tang Ze called the waiter over, paid the bill, and then said to him with a smile, "Could you please call your boss over? I have something to discuss with him about cooking."
"I understand. Please wait a moment." Hearing Tang Ze's words, the waiter thought that it was a gourmet who came to the restaurant to comment or find fault. He bowed quickly and then trotted towards the kitchen.
After a while, a handsome man with medium-length hair wearing an apron and glasses came out led by a waiter.
"Um...Excuse me, are you looking for me?" Arima Masahiko looked at the two of them politely and asked, "I wonder if there's anything you two can do for me, or if you're not satisfied with the food you ordered?"
"No, I'm very satisfied with the food, but I have something else I want to talk to you about." Tang Ze said as he took out the criminal certificate and showed it to the other party.
"Ah, I didn't expect it to be Mr. Criminal."
After seeing the criminal evidence presented by Tang Zhe and the others, Arima Yayan suddenly realized, "Is it because of my father-in-law?
But I have already told the criminal department about this matter... and I have also agreed to appear in court as a witness..."
"Appearing in court as a witness?" Tang Ze shook his index finger and smiled meaningfully, "Appearing in court is the right thing to do, but not as a witness. I'm accepting the court's judgment as a criminal!"
Upon hearing Tang Zhe's words, Arima Yayan's expression changed and immediately turned gloomy, "Don't talk nonsense, criminal! Inoue Takashi is the murderer, and you have already arrested him!"
"Although Inoue Takashi committed the crime of burglary, he did not kill anyone." Tang Ze looked at Akiyama Takuya with sharp eyes and said, "It was you who actually killed Otsu Toshiyuki."
"Ha!? Stop joking!" Arima Masahiko said in a bad tone: "Even if you are a criminal, you can't talk nonsense. Mr. Akiyama and I experienced this firsthand.
And when he saw the criminals beating my father-in-law, I was right next to him. How could I have gotten into the house and killed my father-in-law?!"
"I later questioned Mr. Akiyama about this, and he testified that he didn't actually see Inoue Takashi assaulting President Otsu. He only saw his shadow reflected on the wall through the neon light."
Tang Ze extended his hand to stop Arima Masahiko, who was about to open his mouth to refute, and said playfully: "If you want to say that the two are the same concept, you are totally wrong.
I wonder if you remember the golden clock with a little man ringing the bell placed on the cabinet in President Otsu’s room?
If you use the faint neon light from the window in a dark room, the little man on the clock can also create a shadow on the wall at the right angle, creating the same effect as beating a person.
"What about when we were outside the door and heard my father-in-law fall to the ground!?" Arima Masahiko retorted, "This can't be fake, right?!"
"That's also very simple. All you have to do is place a golf ball on the corner of the desk in the president's office and tie it up with string."
Tang Ze said calmly, "When Mr. Akiyama sees the shadows of the beating people inside the house through the small window and panics, you just need to take the opportunity to pull the golf ball away and you will be able to create the noise."
"By the way, it's normal to have a golf ball in the room. After all, Mr. Otsu likes playing golf very much."
Miwako Sato added, "As for that clock, I've had my colleagues in the Appraisal Department confirm it. It's a souvenir from a golf tournament champion."
"So what if that's the case!" Arima Yayan growled in dissatisfaction, "Anyone could do the same thing as you said, but why should it be me?! If you say I'm the criminal, then show me the evidence!"
"Evidence?" Tang Ze leaned back on the sofa and said calmly, "There are two pieces of ironclad evidence that identify you as the criminal. Which one do you want to hear first?"
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