"Well, since you know the victim so well, it's not a bad idea to make an exception and let you participate."
After hearing Karasawa's explanation, Inspector Megure nodded. "Then I'll leave the victim's life and background to you, Inspector Miyamoto. Please take a seat."
After saying that, Officer Megure looked at Takagi and said, "I'll leave it to you from now on, Officer Takagi."
"Hi!"
Gao Mu stepped forward and operated it, then projected the photo onto the projector and introduced it: "According to the agent, Ms. Shibagusa, when she left the victim's home at 10 o'clock in the evening, Mr. Murakami was reading a book.
The injury on the index finger of his right hand was caused by Mr. Murakami accidentally falling while exercising during the day and trying to keep his balance.
As Takagi switched the photos, the cover of the light novel "The Rich Lady and the Famous Detective's Heartbeat Reasoning" and the contents opened from the left were projected onto the projector.
"Written horizontally? Is this a comic?"
"No no... not at all!"
Just when Tang Ze was still thinking about how to explain that this book was a new model supported by his own publishing house.
Miyamoto Yumi stood up again and said hurriedly: "This is a new format that has become popular recently, called light novels!
The horizontal writing style is different from previous novels, and its main purpose is to give people a more relaxed and interesting novel experience.
Murakami once wrote in his personal blog that he would pay attention to new trends, and in his latest blog he even mentioned his interest in the novel light novel format.
"So, Mr. Murakami accidentally took sleeping pills and fell asleep on his desk. Was this an accident?"
After listening to Miyamoto Yumi's words, Inspector Megure looked at Sato Miwako and asked, "Detective Sato, were there any sleeping pills found in the deceased's home?"
"No, not at all." Sato Miwako shook her head and said, "When we checked the man's home, we found no trace of sleeping pills."
"What!?"
Hearing Sato Miwako's denial, Inspector Megure's face turned serious, "If that's the case..."
"Perhaps someone slipped sleeping pills into Mr. Murakami's food or drink, and after he drank it, he took advantage of the lack of ventilation in the heater and died of poisoning."
Miyamoto Yumi excitedly clenched her fists and waved them repeatedly, her eyes sharp as she said, "In other words, this might be a murder disguised as an accidental death from carbon monoxide poisoning!!"
"Well, we can't completely rule out the possibility of homicide." After listening to Miyamoto Yumi's words full of fighting spirit, Inspector Megure nodded and stood up and said, "Then let's start the investigation from the possibility of homicide!
Thoroughly investigate the whereabouts of the people the victim had contact with on the day of his death!"
After some arrangements, Sato Miwako and others each took on another task and went to investigate. After the crowd dispersed, Miyamoto Yumi walked towards Karasawa.
"Thank you, Detective Karasawa." Miyamoto Yumi clasped her hands together in gratitude. "If you hadn't endorsed me, I would have been in trouble if Inspector Megure knew I snuck in. I would have been scolded and kicked out."
"You really are so brave."
Sato Miwako walked by and tapped Miyamoto Yumi on the head, angrily saying, "Didn't I tell you not to come? How dare you sneak in and even speak at the meeting..."
"Because I wanted to see Mr. Murakami off for the last time." Miyamoto Yumi said embarrassedly: "When I heard Inspector Megure's question, I couldn't help but refute it..."
Sticking out her tongue sheepishly at her best friend, Miyamoto Yumi looked at Tang Ze and patted her chest in gratitude, saying, "Thank you so much for saving me this time. If there's anything I can help you with, just let me know!"
"Then I have something to tell you."
Tang Ze smiled, walked to the leadership desk, and took out a manuscript from the drawer below. "I would like to ask you to read this work. If possible, please also express your gratitude at that time."
"'Love Mystery'?" Miyamoto Yumi looked at the title on the cover and said excitedly, "Ma, Masaka... Is this Mr. Murakami's last work?"
"No, this is a novel written by my agent, Miss Chai Cao."
Tang Ze shook his head and said, "She is a disciple of Mr. Murakami. After reading her novel, I read Mr. Murakami's works again and felt that their styles and writing styles are very similar.
So I want you, a fan of Mr. Murakami, to read it and see if you can find the difference. "
"Really? I see." Although Miyamoto Yumi was a little disappointed, she nodded and said, "Leave it to me. I'll tell you what I think after I finish reading it."
"Then I'll leave it to you."
Tang Ze smiled, and then drove with Officer Chiba to visit the housekeeper, Ms. Yamaten Hezi.
———On the road———
"Mr. Murakami, do you usually take sleeping pills?"
"No, not really." Yamada Hezi poured tea for the two of them and shook her head. "I've never seen Mr. Murakami take sleeping pills in daily life, nor did I see him while cleaning the house."
"Has anything else happened recently?" Chiba continued to ask while recording the statement. "Like, maybe you had an argument with someone, or you looked a little strange, or something like that? Has that happened?"
"A quarrel..." Shandian Hezi thought for a moment and suddenly clapped his hands, saying, "Don't tell me, it really happened!"
Yamada Hezi was a typical gossipy middle-aged woman. She quietly approached the two of them and said mysteriously, "About three days ago, Mr. Murakami and Mr. Yanai had a quarrel. It was in the room where Mr. Murakami died."
"Did you have a fight?" Qianye continued to ask while recording: "May I ask what the reason was?"
"Well... I don't know the details." Yamada Hezi thought for a moment and said, "But I heard Mr. Murakami shout, 'This is my freedom! ! ! '"
Then Mr. Yanai said, "You've gone too far!" and the two of them parted on bad terms.
After receiving this testimony, Tang Ze immediately called Shiratori, who was in charge of editing Mr. Yanai, and asked him to question Mr. Yanai.
Later, Uncle Dengmei from the forensic department also called. After identification, he found that there were no fingerprints on the surface of the deceased Murakami's pajamas or on the buttons, except for Mr. Murakami himself.
In other words, the possibility that the deceased was killed somewhere else and then moved to the study to disguise it as suicide was ruled out.
Some people may wonder if the criminal wore gloves when committing the crime, but I have to say that this is outside the scope of this article.
While this does provide peace of mind because the police won't be able to find fingerprints, there will be glove marks on it.
If there are traces of gloves on the buttons or coffee cup, it is sufficient to prove that an outsider has tampered with it, which makes the possibility of homicide very high.
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