Chapter 2189 2200 [Monitoring]
At this point, Sato Miwako snapped her fingers and suddenly found some detective joy:
"That is to say, you and the other people waiting outside the bathroom did not fail to hear the gunshots, but the murderer patiently waited until the fireworks started to be set off before shooting the victim. The bathroom was also very soundproof - so you mistook the gunshots for the sound of fireworks exploding."
Inspector Megure also understood: "In other words, this is not an isolated case, but a premeditated crime that was deliberately timed. In this case, the murderer may have made other preparations."
He immediately had an idea and turned to the four suspects: "Please cooperate with us to show us your belongings, and by the way, tell us who suggested that you come here to skate tonight."
The long-haired beauty was stunned: "You mean, whoever proposed to come here to skate is the murderer? But our gatherings are always decided by everyone together. You can't arrest all four of us as murderers."
…
On the other side, a TV reporter carrying a new camera finally squeezed through the crowd and arrived at the bathroom door.
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his fellow journalists stationed at the station also breathed a sigh of relief, and then they happily watched the footage together.
At the same time, another group of people were also enjoying this first-hand information.
Although I didn't capture many useful images just now, the sound did come through.
Chianti: [I know who the murderer is, it must be that dark-skinned guy! Dark-skinned guys are really no good.]
Vodka: "..." Heh, Wuzo hasn't said anything yet, but you've solved the case first. If you guess the murderer correctly, I will stand upside down and eat... a bucket of ice cream.
Vermouth: [Why?]
Chianti: [Because Bourbon is such an annoying guy! Last time I happened to meet him at a mission location, I just looked at him through the scope, and he glared back at me - what's wrong with a grown man being glared at? How petty!]
Curacao peeking at the screen: “…” A sniper actually exposed his position so easily, and he still complained about Bourbon glaring at you. It was polite of him not to shoot you back on the spot.
Vermouth: […I’m asking why you think that man is the murderer.] Who asked if you have dark skin or not?
Chianti: [Isn't this simple? Didn't the female cop say that the murderer waited for the fireworks to start, and then took advantage of the noise of the fireworks to kill people, and then he would run away and change clothes.
[Except for the dark-skinned man, the other three people all appeared in the surveillance video at the beginning of the fireworks. So after eliminating them, he is the only one left - hahahaha, you didn't even think of such a simple thing, you are so stupid! ]
There was silence in the chat box for a moment.
After a while, Cohen: [You can actually reason.]
Chianti: [Go away!]
Chianti: [Remember to place your bet!]
After saying that, she pressed her small black coin on the black-skinned man, betting that he was the murderer.
Curacao: “…” Ha, so naive, no one really thinks that Uzo would set up such a simple script.
But thanks to Chianti's lack of brains, her chances of getting the little black coin have increased again, and this is all valuable information.
Curacao: "..." Speaking of which, what the hell is the name "Little Wubi"? Vodka actually dares to name it like this, and it doesn't even think it's unlucky.
She complained about this unclassable driver in her heart, but soon started to think about the real thing: If the dark-skinned man was eliminated, who would be the murderer among the remaining three?
...No, it can't be ruled out so easily! What if Uzo predicted someone else's prediction, and then specifically went against their prediction in order to target the one being predicted?
Curacao silently added the suspects he had just crossed out back to the list: "..." No rush, there are too few clues now anyway, and the betting has not yet closed, so there is still time to take a look.
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In the restroom at the skating rink.
Suzuki Sonoko looked at the long-haired beauty who had just retorted and suddenly realized something.
She felt that she had been following Jiang Xia to the crime scene for so long, but she was frightened by a corpse just now. It was a bit embarrassing, so she took the initiative to attack and tried to save the situation: "Well, could it be that you are the murderer?"
The long-haired woman she was looking at: "?"
Suzuki Sonoko was already unsure, and became even more nervous when she looked at her, and silently wanted to shrink back.
However, at this moment, Jiang Xia patted her shoulder and nodded encouragingly.
Suzuki Sonoko seemed to have found her backbone and straightened her back again. She looked at the long-haired woman, imitated Jiang Xia's reasoning, and blurted out everything that suddenly occurred to her:
"First, the crime scene was in the women's restroom. There were no signs of struggle on the victim's body, which shows that she came here on her own initiative. If the murderer asked her to meet here, then this invitation would not seem perverted only if the murderer was a woman.
"Also, I remember that you and the victim had a bad relationship. You quarreled as soon as you met. You had a motive to kill."
"Wait!" Sano Izumi flicked his long hair and said angrily, "There are at least dozens of people who have quarreled with me. If you say so, do I have to run over and kill them all?"
Suzuki Sonoko: "Of course not! The two points I mentioned are just supporting evidence. What's more important is the death message left by the deceased on the wall - the 'S' written in blood!"
She leaned over and glanced at Officer Takagi's notebook:
"The initials of your four names are 'Mi', which is 'M', and 'Yoshige Misawa's' initials are 'み' and 'M'." It was that iron man.
"Miss Komatsu Raiko's 'こ', 'K'." This is the knitted hat woman.
"Mr. Oda Kunitomo's 'お', 'O'" This is the dark-skinned man who is very popular in Chianti.
After saying that, Officer Takagi looked at the long-haired woman again: "Only your name, 'Sano Izumi', starts with 'さ', which means 'S' - you are the only one among you who fits the message left by the deceased!"
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This segment was also captured by the camera that rushed to the front line and transmitted to the other side.
Chianti: [@Cohen, hurry up, vote for this woman! ]
Vermouth was curious about what this brainless sniper was thinking: [Why?]
Chianti: [Aren't you a mystic? You mystics must be good at guessing riddles—guess them.]
Vermouth: "..."
Jiang Xia suddenly looked in her direction.
"!" Vermouth became alert instinctively. Not wanting Uzo to discover this program, she put away her phone as if nothing had happened.
She temporarily quit the chat, but the others didn't stop.
Cohen: [Because the girl made this inference because of Wuzo's encouragement, this is actually what Wuzo meant.]
Chianti was furious: [You are so stupid! I asked Vermouth to guess, not you! What if others follow our lead and place bets?]
(End of this chapter)
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