After half an hour's drive, they finally arrived at this suburban villa built on the cliff. Yin Dahang opened the car door and looked up at the gate that was at least five meters high. He couldn't help but smack his lips and said:
"Tsk tsk, you're truly rich! The cost of this door alone could buy you a 20-square-meter apartment in Tokyo, right?"
"He's really rich. That place is made of pure gold."
Fujiwara Yu calmly closed the car door, walked to the front door, held the door knocker and knocked three times. After a while, a woman with long straight hair wearing a sleeveless black dress appeared in their sight. She should be the president's secretary Masayo Tokudaiji who reported the case.
Tokudaiji Masayo didn't show much emotion when he saw the two police officers. He pushed the door back with an indifferent look and said in a nonchalant welcome without any invitation:
"Welcome, officers! Please change into your indoor slippers here."
Fujiwara Yu and Yin Dahang couldn't help but look at each other. They both saw confusion in their eyes. From Tokudaiji Masayo's behavior and tone, it really made people feel that they were guests invited to the dinner party, rather than police officers who came to the scene of the crime.
However, they refused to change their slippers and took out disposable shoe covers from their pockets. After changing into the shoes, they followed Masayo Tokudaiji to the scene of the crime.
Along the way, Yin Dahang did not forget to quietly approach Fujiwara You and whispered in a low voice:
"Don't you think Ms. Tokudaiji is too indifferent? And this case is quite strange. The victim is usually the president, but this time it wasn't him."
Fujiwara Yu couldn't help laughing when he heard this. Speaking of the cases he had handled, basically the president was murdered. It was really... a bit of coincidence in it.
He gestured "hush" to Yin Dahang. After all, the president was still alive and well, so saying such a thing was a bit rude. Yin Dahang understood and tacitly imitated the zippering gesture. He was just teasing.
Under the guidance of Masayo Tokudaiji, the two finally arrived at the piano room where the murder occurred.
The piano is surrounded by circular bookshelves, and there is a huge knight sculpture near the window. It is not difficult to see the owner's love for music from the decoration of the room.
Just as Yin Dahang was about to ask if anyone had disturbed the scene, a man in a light green suit and glasses grabbed the man who was looking at him suspiciously and asked loudly:
"Hideki, what are you looking at me with? I said I didn't kill anyone, I didn't kill Mr. Tenma!
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"I didn't say anything, what do you mean? Brother, are you feeling guilty?"
"You two, stop arguing. The police are here. Stop making trouble." The brown-haired woman in a blue dress quickly stepped forward to stop the two men from arguing. Her gentle voice successfully calmed the two men down.
Seeing this scene, Tokudaiji Masayo curled his lips in disdain, but still spoke up to answer for the two police officers. After understanding the relationship between all the people present, Fujiwara Yu and Yin Dahang also began to divide the work and cooperate. The former naturally went to check the victim's body, and the latter naturally asked these people what they were doing during the time of the incident.
Fujiwara Yuu put on gloves while approaching the victim, Jellal Tenma, who had died in a tragic state. The victim was directly pierced through the body by a one-meter-long giant sword. This level of trauma was enough to kill a person on the spot.
He looked back along the victim's body. There was no sword on the huge knight sculpture. It seemed that the murder weapon was made from local materials. However, no normal person could wield such a heavy sword, let alone directly cause a penetrating wound on someone.
Delay mechanism?
The agency will definitely leave traces at the scene. If you want to confirm your guess, you have to find corresponding evidence.
Fujiwara Yu bent down to observe the body of Jellal Tenma, and suddenly found that his right hand was holding a strange object. When he picked it up to check, he found two very thin friction marks on the front end, as if they were formed by a thin thread scratching hard.
He looked up from the position of the body and, as expected, spotted the artistic chandelier hanging high from the ceiling. After visualizing the general structure of the mechanism in his mind, he walked towards the crowd with the object and asked:
"Excuse me, could you tell me what this is?"
"This is a tuning fork for adjusting the tone of the piano. Mr. Tenma might want to tune the piano." Kanamisaki answered directly when she saw it.
A tuning fork for tuning a piano?
Fujiwara Yu lowered his head and thought for a while. It was not an easy task to make the giant sword hanging high up fall down and hit Jellal Tenma's back accurately, unless the opponent exposed his back completely to the ceiling.
Tuning forks, fallen piano chairs, huh?
A flash of inspiration struck him, and he quickly realized a possibility. Under everyone's quizzical gaze, he stuffed the tuning fork directly under the piano chair. A normal person seeing this would also pick up the tuning fork, but to do so, they would have to bend over, exposing their back completely.
So that's what happened, but if that's the case, it would be a bit troublesome. If you want to find any clues left by the murderer, you have to carefully check every corner of the room, and this cannot determine who the murderer is unless there is pointing evidence left at the scene.
On the other side, Yin Dahang, who had finished questioning, walked quickly towards Fujiwara You. He patted his shoulder and gestured for them to communicate by the window, ensuring that their conversation could not be heard by other people present.
"The victim's body should have given you a lot of clues. Judging from your expression just now, you must have figured out the criminal's methods, right?"
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