Chapter 1967-1975 [Bourbon's Visit]
Inspector Megure also realized the suspicion of this new person.
He asked Qing Shuiyang: "Where did you drink before? Were there any companions besides you?"
Qing Shuiyang nodded, turned around and pointed to the upstairs behind him: "It's right there, the lighted room on the 5th floor."
Jiang Xia looked up and saw Mao Lilan, who was also looking at the window. She suddenly shuddered and whispered to Jiang Xia, "Isn't this the balcony where the drunk man looked out when we came back?"
A few minutes ago, she thought this gathering of friends was warm and funny, but a few minutes later, one of them was lying dead on the ground with a bloody head, dying a miserable death.
Hashimoto Maya happened to be standing not far away. He glanced at the goose bumps on Mao Lilan's arm and nodded secretly: Such a timid girl, this high school girl, it seems that she can be eliminated from Uzo's team first?
Hashimoto Maya: “…” But then she changed her mind and realized that she seemed to have had goose bumps just now - to be on the safe side, it would be better not to rule it out, but just reduce the suspicion a little.
…
When Jiang Xia heard what Mao Lilan said, he seemed to be a little sad and sighed.
But a qualified detective only has the case in mind. He said to Inspector Megure, "Someone was drinking there not long ago, and they must have drunk a lot, because I saw someone drunk. Why don't we go upstairs and ask them about the situation?"
The meeting place was not far away, and Inspector Megure took them upstairs.
After knocking on the door for a long time, someone finally came drunk and opened the door.
Inside the room were two college students who were about the same age as the deceased. They glanced out the door and saw a strange group of middle-aged people, mixed-race people who looked like foreigners, high school students, and children.
The two of them were full of questions, and they sobered up a little: "Who are you...?"
Qing Shuiyang squeezed over from the back with great effort and shared this huge gossip and bad news with them: "Ikuta was killed!"
“?!”
Completely sober.
Someone's eyes fell on Jiang Xia's face, and suddenly realized: "No wonder I always felt familiar with you, you are the detective who solved many cases! Who killed Ikuta?"
Jiang Xia had answered this kind of question many times, and now he had mastered the skill: "It should be one of you."
When several college students looked at each other suspiciously, he changed his words seriously: "Or a criminal passing by."
College students: “…”
While they were still relatively sober, Jiang Xia began to collect clues: "Who among you is the owner of this house? Are there any similar rumors of headshot murders nearby?"
The less drunk man among them stood up and said, "This is the apartment I rented. I've lived here for two years and I haven't heard of anything like this. There were indeed some people who were blackmailed and then shot in the head, but the murderers have all been caught a long time ago and they probably haven't been released yet."
Only then did the young policeman, who had been pushed to the back by the energetic detective group, climb up the stairs. He hurriedly began to work, looking at the two new people in the room and trying to register their information.
The burly man who was leaning against the inside reeked of alcohol. He pointed at the owner of the house, then at himself: "His name is Takeno Hiroshi, and I'm Nakamura Einori. We're all from the mountaineering club, and we have a good relationship. We often get together for dinner and drinks."
Hashimoto Maya glanced down at the coffee table.
The table was in a mess due to a few drunks. It was piled with snacks, beer, cigarette butts, and an ice bucket with a bottle of bourbon whiskey next to it - these students were quite good at drinking, and they paired bourbon with cola.
"Come to think of it, there seemed to be bourbon in the wine that Uzo packed yesterday." Hashimoto Maya thought of what happened yesterday, then looked at the table today, vaguely alert.
But he soon realized that he was overthinking it: Bourbon whiskey is a common alcoholic beverage, and many people have it at home. In addition to bourbon, Wuzo also took away a lot of other things yesterday... One of the drinks seemed to contain Irish whiskey.
As he thought about it, Hashimoto Maya sighed: In fact, he used to occasionally drink to relieve his sorrow, but he always drank very little each time.
First, living in an organization that can kill people as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, as a cadre confidant who holds a lot of important intelligence, Hashimoto Maya was very worried that she would reveal her flaws after getting drunk, and when she woke up the next day, she inexplicably moved to Tokyo Bay.
The second reason is that he has come into contact with too many wine names and codes. When others see wine, they only think of the taste of the wine and the old friends and past events when they drank it. But when he sees a bottle of wine, a face or some deeds often pops up in his mind, and then his appetite decreases.
——For example, from today on, no, from earlier, he has made up his mind not to touch any beverage containing ouzo. Drinking it will bring bad luck.
"Come to think of it, there seems to be a guy named Bourbon among the cadres, and he has some connections with Mr. Ireland, but I haven't seen him. Or maybe I have seen him but didn't match him up."
Hashimoto Maya looked at the Bourbon on the coffee table and sighed silently in her heart: "Alas, peripheral members are so sad. The intelligence is always missing the most critical point, and I am always pushed out as cannon fodder. I don't know what my future will be like after I come under Uzo's command."
…
People do not share the same joys and sorrows. Unlike this job-hopping confidant who was drinking and lamenting the passing of time, the others were still concentrating on finding the murderer who had brutally shot him in the head.
The owner of the house sighed, and as Jiang Xia requested, he recounted what happened: "It just so happened that everyone had no classes today, so I organized a drinking party. We started drinking around 7 o'clock in the evening, and everyone is a little dizzy now. To be honest, I can't remember when Ikuta left the house. I didn't expect that when I saw him again, he was dead..."
Qing Shuiyang, who was the first to run to the crime scene, had some impression of it: "It should be around 10 o'clock. Because I remember that around 9 o'clock, Kusaka called Ikuta and seemed to want to ask him out..."
Kusaka Masamitsu was the first person to discover it.
He had just been suddenly identified by Maori Kogoro, and was now on high alert. When he heard Qingshui Yang say that he had called the deceased, he quickly interrupted him: "Wait a minute! Don't talk nonsense, I didn't call him at all!"
"Ah?" Qingshui Yang paused, looked at the two classmates who were drinking next to him, and confirmed with the owner of the house and the strong man, "He beat him, right?"
The owner nodded and said, "I don't know where Ikuta was at the time. I answered the phone and it was Kusaka's voice on the receiver."
Kusaka Masamitsu: "You, stop spitting blood on me!"
Inspector Megure caught another key point in the words: "So where did the deceased go at that time?"
(End of this chapter)
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