Yin Dahang couldn't help but reach out and poke Fujiwara You on the back. His curved eyes betrayed his innermost thoughts. If he wasn't at the crime scene, he would have wanted to transform into a priest in the church and read the Bible and pray for the two newlyweds.
After all these years of running towards each other, they should just get married right there!
Fujiwara Yuu didn't realize that his love wasn't unrequited. In a good mood, he coughed twice and changed the subject:
"Ahem, let's find the murder weapon and the delay device first."
"Don't worry about that. I just found a strange scratch on the balcony." Yin Dahang smiled and gestured to show his height. He continued, "I leaned out to take a look at the balcony of the neighboring resident and found that there were also scratches on the railing there."
Fujiwara Yu was stunned when he heard this. He quickly ran to the balcony, supported his hands on the railing and looked at the balcony of the neighboring resident. Sure enough, as Yin Dahang said, there were two friction marks in the middle part of the railing.
No wonder there are traces of rope binding at the bottom of the railing. It turns out that the two balconies were used to make a delay device that automatically recovers the criminal tools. The murderer is quite smart.
The person who could go to the balcony twice without anyone noticing was the murderer, and there was only one person who could do that.
That is Kitagawa Takahiro, he is the murderer.
"Brother Hang, call the administrator Harada up here and ask him for information about the residents next door."
"no problem."
Yin Dahang took the elevator downstairs to the apartment manager's office. After learning from Harada Kazuhisa that no one lived next door to the Kitagawa family, he couldn't help but feel that it was a good thing that he found the friction marks on the balcony next door, otherwise the careless police would ignore the uninhabited room. If they did not search, this case might have been treated as an accidental fall.
He took the spare key handed to him by Harada Kazuhisa, took the elevator upstairs, opened the door, and walked to the glass door of the bedroom leading to the balcony. Suddenly, he heard some noise outside, which made him alert instantly - could it be the murderer?
After listening carefully to the murderer's location, Yin Dahang opened the glass door and punched him directly, but when he saw the purple back of the head appear in his field of vision, it was too late to withdraw his fist. All he could do was to change his falling position.
Bang!
The punch with 50% force hit Fujiwara Yu directly on the back. He was already squatting, and when he heard the door open, he lost his balance in pain and fell on the dirty tile floor before he could even call out "Brother Hang".
If Fujiwara Yu had not reacted quickly enough and raised his left hand high, the alcohol lamp used in the delay device would have been crushed by his body.
Fortunately, the physical evidence was not destroyed, otherwise I would definitely be severely scolded by my boss.
"Yingsi, why is it you?"
Yin Dahang looked in surprise at Fujiwara Yu, who had been knocked down by his punch, and quickly stepped forward to protect the alcohol lamp in his hand. As a professional police officer, he chose the latter over helping his friend.
"...You're too slow. I'll turn it over and take a look first." Fujiwara Yu supported himself and got up. He stared at the obvious dust on his black suit with disgust, thinking about finding some time to be alone to clean his clothes with the power of the wind.
"Hahaha sorry, did I hurt you?"
"Brother Hang, you have to have confidence in your own strength."
This is a statement of high emotional intelligence, the implication being: You are so strong, don't you have any idea of ABC?
Yin Dahang smiled awkwardly and touched the tip of his nose. He looked at the rope hidden in the corner. Even the burnt part of the rope was still preserved. It was obvious that the murderer had no time to deal with these things, so he had to hide them here first.
He squatted down and collected all the evidence, then raised his eyebrows and smiled:
"Who told you to be silent, kid? If you had shouted at me through the door, I definitely wouldn't have been able to bear to beat you up!"
"...Did you give me a chance?" Fujiwara You rolled his eyes and expressed his speechlessness. He deliberately slowed down his pace and waited for Yin Dahang to leave first. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, he used the power of the wind to blow away all the dust on his body. After confirming that it was not dirty, he patted his trouser legs while moving forward, pretending to be patting off dust.
Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Akemi Miyano looked up and happened to see Fujiwara Yu patting his trouser legs. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly. He was still as clean as before, which reminded her of the scene when they first met. He would even secretly use alcohol disinfectant spray to disinfect his hands behind her back. He really loved cleanliness to an exaggerated degree.
But it's always good to be clean, and it's better than being sloppy.
Fujiwara Yu straightened up and calmly took out the alcohol disinfectant spray from his pocket. Under Yin Dahang's helpless gaze, he calmly disinfected his hands. After completing these basic procedures, he looked at the people in the living room.
Kitagawa Takahiro still looks depressed and seems to be really sad about his wife's death, but the traces of his acting are too obvious, and he doesn't perform as well as the sincere and distressed Yokoyama Ippei.
Sayuri Kakizaki might have been drunk again, and she leaned on Akemi Miyano with drooping eyelids. If it weren't for the loud noise of the door opening and closing, she might have become the first suspect to fall asleep at the crime scene.
As for the suspect named Inoue Chie, her eyes were always focused on herself who had just entered the door, which made Fujiwara Yu feel a little strange. Did she think that her disinfection action was too outrageous, or was there really dirt on her face?
The way she looked at him was... creepy.
If Inoue Chie knew what was going on in Sosuke Takashi's mind, she'd be speechless. Her eyes weren't just piercing, they were clearly full of affection, okay? Expressing affection directly with her eyes was an innate ability of hers.
Fujiwara Yuu ignored the flirtatious glances sent by Inoue Chie, walked to the other side of the group with an expressionless face, and said bluntly:
"Through the on-site investigation, the police have determined that the victim, Hiromi Kitagawa, did not fall accidentally, but was deliberately thrown from a high-rise building by the murderer in order to cover up the crime and create an alibi."
This sentence was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, making the quiet atmosphere instantly noisy. They all began to look at each other, with a hint of suspicion in their eyes.
Only Kakizaki Sayuri, who knew that neither she nor her best friend had committed murder, could yawn lazily to prove her innocence. She leaned on Saito Masami's shoulder and whispered:
"Hey, Yamei, who do you think the murderer is?"
After hearing Sayuri's question, Miyano Akemi didn't rush to answer but thought carefully. She didn't drink alcohol but fell asleep, so the problem could only be the juice she drank.
During the dinner, Kitagawa Hiromi was about to go to the kitchen to help get some juice, but was stopped by Kitagawa Takahiro. Therefore, the only person who could have given him sleeping pills was him.
"Mr. Kitagawa."
"What?!"
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