Kudo Shinichi never expected that a murder would actually happen, and the scene was exactly the same as the suicide case four years ago.
He gritted his teeth and looked at the cable car manager who was still in a daze. The veins on his neck bulged. He didn't care about etiquette at this moment and shouted at the manager:
"Hurry up and stop the cable car! What are you doing standing here? Stop it now!
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The cable car manager hadn't realized what was happening, but seeing the boy's anxious look, he didn't think twice and went to the management office to shut down the cable car. Ran Maoli, who had come here with Kudo Shinichi, ran up panting and said with difficulty:
"Shinichi, what happened?"
Kudo Shinichi didn't expect Ran to follow him. Thinking that she had never been to such a murder scene, he quickly blocked her way and prevented her from getting close to the cable car, his brows furrowed.
"Xiaolan, don't look!"
However, he was still only a junior high student, less than 1.7 meters tall, and couldn't use his shoulders to block the other person's view. The moment the cable car stopped, Minowa Shohei, sitting on it, was already a colder corpse. As he stumbled forward after the emergency pause, he was like a dead person coming back to life.
Such a scene was too stimulating for Mao Lilan, who was still a junior high school student. Her vagina suddenly shrank and trembled violently. The next second, she let out a scream filled with fear. Her hands subconsciously reached forward and pulled Shinichi's arm hard to try to regain some sense of security.
Fujiwara Yu glanced at the girl who was trembling with fear. He directly used his body to block the body of Minowa Jōhei, took out white gloves from his pocket and planned to conduct a preliminary autopsy. His skilled appearance surprised Kudo Shinichi who was still comforting Xiaolan.
The burns on the victim's temple confirm that the muzzle of the pistol was fired right at his temple. The close-range shooting was undoubtedly fatal, with no other possible causes of death. Furthermore, there was a faint smell of gunpowder on the victim's right sleeve, and he was holding a MK23 combat pistol in his hand.
Of course, what concerned Fujiwara Yuu the most was the ski bag placed next to the victim's body. It was filled with white snow, exactly the same layout as when Mizukami Jiro committed suicide four years ago, and it looked very much like the unscientific legend of the snow woman.
"Well, since you are not a policeman, it is not appropriate to touch the corpse casually, right?" Oyama Morizo stood aside and hesitated for a while before approaching the cable car carrying the corpse and gave a reminder.
"It's okay. Mr. Yingsi's method of examining the body is very professional. He must be a coroner."
Hearing the detective's confident words, Fujiwara Yuu rarely showed any mischievousness. He raised the corner of his mouth and leaned to the side, bluntly refuting his reasoning:
"Unfortunately, your reasoning is flawed."
"Why?"
Shinichi Kudo blinked and looked at the police ID that Sosuke Takashi took out of his trouser pocket, only to realize that the other party was not an experienced coroner, but an unlucky detective who had a rare vacation and happened to encounter a murder case.
Thinking that the other party was on vacation, he looked at Mr. Ying Si with a look of sympathy.
"So, Mr. Toji, you are a policeman." Kudo Shinichi's eyes fell on Toji Sosuke's eye-catching purple hair, and he couldn't help but whisper in his heart: Can policemen nowadays dye their hair at will?
"Yeah, but I still have to call the police. This isn't my jurisdiction, after all." Fujiwara Yuu noticed the detective's gaze lingering on her hair. She blushed and said, "I was born with this hair color. You can think of it as a genetic mutation."
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Kudo Shinichi found it hard to believe that the second half of the sentence was true, but Officer Takashi's expression did not look like he was lying. Could it be that there really are people who are born with this hair color?
As a good citizen of the three-dimensional world in his previous life, Fujiwara Yuu naturally knew that what he said was nonsense, but the world he lived in now was originally a two-dimensional world, so it was not surprising that some residents were born with bright hair colors. At most, they could be treated as rare.
Moreover, ever since he regained his memory, he felt that it was outrageous that the majority of Japanese children's color was blue. Many people even had even rarer colors. It could only be said that it was worthy of the original two-dimensional world setting.
Fujiwara Yuu was afraid that the young detective would be troubled by the hair color issue, so he added stiffly:
"Some people are born with other hair colors. I'm mixed race, so there's nothing surprising about that."
When Kudo Shinichi thought about the foreigners he met when he traveled to Hawaii as a child, he suddenly felt that what Officer Takashi said made sense. Indeed, many foreigners have brighter hair colors. I remember there were news reports that some people were born with naturally crimson hair.
"Sorry officer, I'm just curious."
"It's okay, I'm used to it."
Fujiwara no Yudanjo moved Minowa Shohei's body to the side. Noticing bullet marks on the plastic cushions near the edge of the cable car seat, he turned to look at Oyama Morizo.
"Mr. Oyama, could you tell me which hand Mr. Minowa uses?"
"It's the right hand."
Right hand?
Fujiwara Yuu stared at the pistol in Xu's hand, and the scene he saw more than ten minutes ago emerged in his mind. At that time, Minowa Jōhei used his left hand to carry the heavy large ski bag from the snow. To carry heavy objects, one should use the dominant hand, so why did he use his left hand at that time?
He tilted his head to the side, staring at the ski bag filled with snow with his bright eyes, and a smile gradually appeared in his eyes.
So that's what happened. The criminal could only be him.
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