Chapter 2207 2218 [Don’t offend anyone]
The forensic police officer nodded: "That should be it."
Inspector Megure was about to nod when he heard this, but suddenly saw Jiang Xia looking thoughtful. He immediately changed the subject tactfully: "Brother Jiang Xia, what do you think?"
Jiang Xia looked sideways at the half-broken ball and said, "The colored lines on it don't seem right."
Inspector Megure was stunned, then turned his head to look and saw two cross-shaped red lines printed on the ball.
He scratched his head, a little confused: "What's wrong? I remember that there would be this kind of logo printed on the practice balls."
The manager of the golf driving range nearby heard them talking about their business, came over to take a look, and said quickly: "There is indeed a problem. The line on this ball is red, but the line printed on our practice ball is blue - this is not our ball."
So what happened today has nothing to do with their innocent training ground!
Suzuki Sonoko also sneaked over here when Jiang Xia came over. Just now, I heard them talking about black powder, and now they are talking about colors. The memory of preparing for the exam a while ago came flooding back.
Suzuki Sonoko's chemical thinking started, and she made a bold hypothesis: "Could it be that the high temperature of the explosion caused it to turn into the opposite color?"
The golf course manager was horrified: "…" Where did this poor student come from? Don't make false statements in front of the police and detectives!
"Of course not, how could it be such a coincidence!"
The administrator quickly picked up a ball from his own court and compared it to the bomb ball: "Look, this red and blue are so pure and flawless, it's not something that can be changed by an explosion, it's just the way they are!"
Inspector Megure just thought that what Suzuki Sonoko said made sense, and now he also felt that what the administrator said made sense.
He touched his chin hesitantly and decided to confirm the function of the ball first: "The color is indeed different from that of a normal ball. In other words, this bomb ball was specially customized for this murder, and the different color is to distinguish it from other practice balls?"
As he was talking, he hissed, "It exploded as soon as it was hit. How on earth did such a dangerous ball get into the ball supply area of the deceased?"
Although Judy doesn't know much about murders, she is quite knowledgeable about some attacks.
Hearing Inspector Megure's question, she instinctively muttered, "The easiest way is of course to put it into the automatic ball feeding machine. The machine will randomly serve the ball, and whoever is hit will win."
"Random?" The two high school girls blanched. "So the burnt person who fell to the ground could very likely be us?!"
Jiang Xia comforted him: "This is just one of the assumptions, it may not be correct."
Vermouth glanced at him: "..." Is this kid trying to comfort his classmates, or is he unwilling to be regarded as a mindless thug who only attacks indiscriminately?
Judy came back to her senses and nodded quickly, saying cheerfully: "Indeed! There could be other reasons!" ...such as an ingenious plot planned by some hateful mastermind.
And she knew in her heart that this kind of precision murder was more likely in Tokyo, where "that person" was most active, than the indiscriminate attack she had just mentioned.
Based on their past experiences, several people made their own speculations.
What was unexpected was that the same voice was heard from the office workers.
Of the four office workers who came today, only two actually played golf—one was the late Tachibana Eisuke, and the other was Section Chief Yasui. The other two, who were in lower positions, were just guests.
Now that Tachibana Eisuke suddenly exploded, another section chief, Yasui, who had played basketball with Judy, was immediately frightened when he heard Judy's speculation of "random killings."
The ordinary members were comforting him: "What are you afraid of? I think it's more like a targeted murder. Otherwise, why did Mr. Tachibana have to die?"
As he was talking, he saw another listener next to him. Jiang Xia looked at him and said, "Why are only the dead targeted? You seem to know something about this."
Inspector Megure had also already caught on to what was happening, and hurried over to listen along.
"Well..." The ordinary member hesitated for a moment and sighed, "Anyway, you can find out by just asking the company. There's no point in hiding it, so I'll just tell you straight out."
He pointed at Jiang Xia and the others and said, "You teachers and students don't look like people who would offend others. If today's explosion was really a murder, then the target should be the four of us."
Vodka, who was watching secretly: "..." What did you say about them? It doesn't seem like they would offend anyone?
His eyes swept over Vermouth, Uzo, the little villain trained by Uzo, and the eldest daughter of the Suzuki Group who was becoming more and more irritating beside Uzo, and he fell into deep thought for a moment: This guy must have something wrong with his eyes.
However, if we take this guy as a negative example, it can remind us not to judge people by their appearance.
Vodka thought about it and nodded secretly.
…
In the golf practice hall, the ordinary member with poor eyesight continued: "Among the four of us, Mr. Tachibana is the most hated. Frankly speaking, the remaining three of us have a grudge against him - a hatred deep enough to kill him."
"What did you say?!"
Three voices were heard at the same time, coming from the surprised Inspector Megure and his two frightened companions.
Section Chief Yasui said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense!"
The young director, who was most affected by the bomb, was panicked for a moment and then sighed, "Indeed."
Section Chief Yasui: "Why are you starting too?"
He quickly turned to Jiang Xia and Inspector Megure: "Don't listen to their nonsense. Our department is united and friendly, and we help each other enthusiastically. There are no conflicts like what he said, not to mention that Minister Tachibana is such a good person..."
"Okay, the person is dead, so stop flattering him." The young director might have just been on the verge of death. Now he looks like he has let it go and doesn't even take his immediate superior seriously.
He ignored Section Chief Yasui who was jumping up and down trying to stop him, looked past him at the police, and took the initiative to say:
"For example, I had several cases where Mr. Tachibana took over the creative proposals that I racked my brains to come up with. He submitted those proposals and received praise from the leaders, but he never mentioned my name to them and didn't even praise me in private. He just acted as if it was a matter of course."
The young director had to give instructions, but of course he couldn't just give instructions for himself.
As he said this, he looked at the ordinary office worker beside him and said casually as if he was sighing, "You are the opposite of me. He has never stolen your proposal, but he has never approved any of your ideas either."
Ordinary members sighed: "Yeah, I'm like a transparent person in the department."
After the two men explained their respective motives, they smiled at each other. They seemed to sympathize with each other, but in fact, there were intense sparks in their eyes.
(End of this chapter)
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