Chapter 1853-1861 [The last one] Ask for monthly ticket ()
After returning to the room, Officer Sato put a cardboard box on the table, which contained a bunch of disks.
She raised her hand and wiped the sweat off her face. "That's all. These old companies are really traditional. They have to use a box of disks for something that can be solved with a USB drive. Fortunately, it is very convenient to classify them - the names are arranged in the order of the 50 sounds, with a total of 50 disks, each containing the name of the corresponding letter.
Jiang Xia leaned over to the box and looked inside: "There are a few empty spaces."
Sato Miwako nodded. "The disks starting with 'い' and 'と' were stolen. 'と' was the first target, Torimaru Naoko. Although the murderer failed, 'い' was the second target, the vice president Inukai Yosuke."
"But there's an empty space here too." Jiang Xia reached out and flipped through the remaining disks, and discovered the problem. "The one starting with 'き' is gone too." He looked at several company executives who had followed him after hearing the noise, "Does anyone in your company start with this letter?"
Izuka Jiro looked at his watch impatiently: "That's a lot."
I originally wanted to just say something perfunctorily and let other subordinates give this troublesome detective an answer.
Unexpectedly, the detective's eyes stopped on him. "Why are you looking at your watch suddenly? Is there something urgent you need?"
“…”
Jiro Izuka just sent an email to Jiang Xia under the name of Joe Ben Maya, pretending that he was in trouble and asked Jiang Xia to quietly go to the grove behind the hotel in two hours to keep the meeting and discuss countermeasures.
Then, according to Jiro Izuka's plan, the "funeral silver coin" would send Jiang Xia away as well.
The whole process went very smoothly and naturally, but unexpectedly, Jiang Xia suddenly mentioned "time" at this moment.
This undoubtedly made Jiro Izuka, who was counting down the seconds for Jiang Xia's life, feel guilty. He cursed inwardly that this guy was really sharp, but he maintained his composure on the surface: "Why are you looking at the watch? Humph, if there weren't these messy cases, I would have gone home to rest at this time. Anyway, we haven't solved the case in two days. Can you detectives and policemen do anything? Are my employees going to die in vain?"
Saying this sounds like blaming the police for not maintaining law and order in Tokyo.
Sato Miwako was still too young, and she looked ashamed when she heard this: "We will definitely solve the case, but we don't have enough clues right now..."
Fortunately, her subordinates came to her rescue, although the news they brought was not good news: "Officer, 'Funeral Silver Coin' has sent another murder notice!"
As he was speaking, the young policeman pushed the door open, holding a very familiar gift box, and trotted to the table.
Jiang Xia took the gift box easily and untied the black ribbon tied on it.
After removing the lid, I saw a lady's wedding dress quietly lying inside: "Lady starting with 'き'... Come to think of it, I remember the assistant who first let us take a ride, her name seemed to be Kiriyama Sayoko?"
The pronunciation of “雾” begins with き.
The people from Putuo Club were shocked: "Come to think of it, we haven't seen her since this morning..."
“…”
“Oh no!”
A group of people rushed to the guest room to look for Kiriyama Sayoko.
…
The rooms have blackout curtains.
In the dim room, Takamori Masumi was lying on the cold, hard floor, sleeping soundly. Suddenly, a chaotic knock on the door sounded in her ears.
The sound of "dong dong dong" mixed with the shouts of "Wushan!" became clearer and clearer.
Takamori Masumi was woken up. She frowned and got up. Her mind was blank. Suddenly, a corpse next to her caught her eye - Kiriyama Sayoko was wearing pajamas, lying one meter away, and she was already dead.
"?!" Takamori Masumi was so scared that she almost jumped up. At this moment, she suddenly felt her hand sink.
Looking down, he saw that he was holding a heavy pistol.
Although he hadn't fully understood the situation yet, Takamori Masumi's mind buzzed and only two big words remained - it's over.
…
"The door is locked." Sato Miwako turned the doorknob twice, and her bad feeling grew stronger.
On the way here, they met an old employee with a good memory and learned that in addition to Kiriyama Sayoko, there were several other people whose names began with "き" were also in the hotel.
With so many people, we can't just kick down a door every time we enter a room. Sato Miwako had no choice but to say, "Hurry up and go get the key from the front desk. Also, go find the other people whose names start with 'き' and check on their conditions!"
The young police officer responded and ran off to find someone else.
Naoko Torimaru often had to go to everyone's room to get something. She was very familiar with the front desk and offered to help: "I'll go get the key."
…
In the room, Takamori Masumi heard that the person outside couldn't come in without the key, and he breathed a sigh of relief, coming out of his stiff state.
After coming to her senses, she jumped up, rushed to the window and tried to jump out to escape.
However, the window had been tampered with and could only be opened a fist's width, not wide enough for someone to jump out.
"This is too much." Takamori Masumi pushed twice but failed, with a look of despair on his face, "This is too shameless, I agreed to let me go free after killing Inukai Yosuke, but now... this person has absolutely no bottom line!"
She gritted her teeth and pounded on the window angrily, her head leaning weakly on her hands.
Just then, she suddenly smelled a familiar smell on the window frame.
"Is this... the perfume of the person who knocked me out yesterday? Did he accidentally stick it on the window when he tampered with it?" Takamori Masumi's brain turned blankly, "I remember this smell. I heard it was a very expensive French men's perfume. 'Funeral Silver Coin'... It turned out to be him? How could it be him?!"
…
"Here are the keys!" Naoko Torimaru ran out of breath. She ran along the corridor, stuffed the key into Jiang Xia's hand, then bent down and supported her knees to breathe, cursing as she panted, "I haven't run so fast since graduation. If Kiriyama overslept and didn't open the door, I..."
Halfway through the conversation, everything became quiet as the door opened.
There was no furniture in the living room that would block the view, and the scene inside the room was clear at a glance—Sayako Kiriyama fell near the door, with her eyes open in death.
A few meters away, by the window, Takamori Masumi stood quietly with his back to everyone.
“Kirishama?!” Although Izuka Jiro didn’t care about his employees’ lives, he still pretended to be okay when he remembered that there were policemen and detectives standing next to him, especially a detective who had just doubted him. “Are you okay?”
At the same time, he looked at Takamori Masumi by the window and frowned in confusion: "Why is it you? What are you doing in Kiriyama's room? Wait... are you the 'Funeral Silver Coin'?"
(End of this chapter)
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