Chapter 2191 2202 [Gin Voting] Asking for monthly votes ()
Jiang Xia shook his head: "If it suddenly appeared like that, it would easily scare the dead person to scream - there is something at the muzzle of the gun."
"Huh?" Officer Takagi took a moment to come back to his senses. He carefully lifted up the shotgun and saw some strange marks on the muzzle. "This is..."
"It should be saliva and lipstick." Jiang Xia said, "Before the fireworks started, the murderer had already met the victim. The victim was forced to the innermost part of the single room by the shotgun. While waiting for the fireworks, the murderer blocked the victim's mouth with the barrel of the gun."
"I see!" Officer Takagi felt that he understood everything. "When the fireworks started and the noise got louder, the murderer took out a gun and quickly shot the victim in the chest. If the victim had reacted a little slower, he would not have had time to speak."
"I see!"
The suspects understood everything. The long-haired woman said in surprise: "If that's the case, then I'm definitely not the murderer - I arrived at the scene just as the fireworks started, and these students can prove it!"
Officer Megure looked at the high school students and reminded them not to be fooled: "With the skates, it only takes about 30 seconds to sprint from the bathroom to the place where you just watched the fireworks."
Mao Lilan calculated and looked at the long-haired woman: "Ms. Sano arrived before the first firework went off."
Then she looked at the steel man and the woman in the knitted hat. "While I was talking to Miss Sano, Mr. Misawa and Miss Komatsu arrived one after the other. It was only about ten seconds before the fireworks went off. They were definitely not in the bathroom at that time."
"Oh?" Hearing that she remembered it so clearly, Inspector Megure became happy and looked at the only black-skinned man left among the four people. "Mr. Oda, what about you? Where were you at that time?"
Oda Kunitomo and his companions were obviously of the same age, but because they had stubble on their beards, they looked particularly old and had a bit of the temperament of an outlaw.
Seeing the police looking at him warily, Oda Kunitomo said calmly, "I'm smoking on the bench next to the ice rink."
Officer Takagi: "Has anyone seen you?"
Oda Kunitomo: "Many people saw me, but I don't know how many people remembered me."
Police: “…” Suspicious, very suspicious!
But there is no evidence.
After all, although these four people are highly suspicious, we cannot be 100% sure that the murderer is among them.
Inspector Megure sighed and asked a few junior police officers to go ask if anyone has any impression of him. It would be best if there are photos or videos or something.
The young police officers nodded, then took a look at the snow and ice outside and began to look at Jiang Xia with eager eyes.
The murderous psychic who wanted to slowly pick up some fries: "..."
Thinking that it would be suspicious if it dragged on any longer, Jiang Xia pointed at the dead woman's right hand while facing their gazes: "Come to think of it, the dead woman's posture seems a bit strange - she was about to die, but her right hand was still in her pocket. Compared to the bloody words on the wall, maybe this is the message she really wanted to leave behind."
"!" Officer Gao Mu reacted and walked carefully to the body. The body had just died and rigor mortis had not yet set in. He easily pulled the dead man's hand out of his pocket.
Along with it, there is also a small keypad phone. The style is a bit old, but the advantage is that the brand is expensive, handmade and customized, very high-end.
"There's nothing on the screen." Officer Takagi sighed, his face sympathetic. "Maybe she wanted to call the police quietly, but she was killed before she finished pressing the number."
"With a gun pointed at him, what's the point of calling the police at this time?"
Conan accidentally pricked the innocent policeman's heart. Relying on his small stature, he squeezed into the single room and looked at the phone: "Not everyone has the skill of blind typing. The deceased may have used a simpler method - why not call back or check the call records."
Officer Takagi listened to the advice and did not discriminate against the child. He actually looked up some records.
Instead of the imagined numbers popping up on the screen, three letters appeared: "KIX", followed by eight pound keys.
"Why is it a string of garbled characters?" Inspector Megure was a little disappointed. "Could it be that she was too nervous before she died and unconsciously grasped her phone, so she pressed a string of characters like this?"
I thought the case would be solved soon, but my hopes were dashed.
Not to mention the police, even the suspects were beginning to get tired. Misawa Yasuharu stamped his feet and said, "Officer, can you let us take off our shoes first? It's okay outdoors, but it's too hot to wear skates indoors. My feet sweat easily, and I have a date with a girl tomorrow..."
"Okay." Inspector Megure certainly didn't have the habit of mistreating the citizens. "But you must change your shoes under the escort of the police - you don't want to be misunderstood as destroying evidence."
Four people: "..."
Although it was a bit strange to change shoes while being watched, what the fat policeman said made some sense. In the end, they did not refuse and went to the locker room to change shoes.
Several high school students were still wearing ice skates, and they followed along after hearing what was said.
The reporters outside the cordon were stunned, watching the investigation team split into two groups - the detectives and the suspects left the scene as if they were taking a halftime break, while the police were still busy at the bloody crime scene.
Reporters are generally not allowed into the lounge, and after hesitating for a moment, they did not leave and continued to take pictures of the bathroom.
While filming, the reporter carrying the new camera sneezed.
The reporter rubbed his nose and wrapped his coat tightly, saying, "It's cold in winter, luckily I'm wearing thick enough clothes."
…
He had taken all the necessary precautions to protect himself from the cold, but he seemed to have misunderstood the cause of his sneezing.
Dark world.
A mediocre little program.
Chianti: [How can such a person be a reporter? What's so good about photographing those stupid cops? Go photograph Uzo instead!]
Vodka complained to the ignorant reporter: "…" Exactly, what clues can the police have? You can't even find the key points, you deserve to be out on the field in the middle of winter!
As he said this, he silently wrapped his coat tightly around himself.
Then Vodka pretended to operate his notebook while secretly glancing at Gin out of the corner of his eye.
Gin's mouth corners turned down twice and up three times, his expression changed from a subtle "sudden realization" to "confident of victory". Finally, he exhaled a puff of smoke, and the murderer was captured in the faint smoke.
Vodka then secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then pressed the button to end voting.
Vodka: “…” Alas, according to his idea, he should have stopped betting earlier - after all, if there are too many clues, it will not be "Uzo Behavior Analysis" but will become reasoning, which completely deviates from the original intention of establishing the Passersby Mutual Aid Association.
(End of this chapter)
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