Chapter 2211 2222 [Being cheated] Asking for monthly tickets (づど)
Section Chief Yasui anxiously defended himself: "Mr. Tachibana has a habit - every time after playing golf, he has to drink a cup of coffee brewed by the lady boss here."
The golf course manager silently pricked up his gossipy ears: “…” Huh?
Section Chief Yasui: "So I will choose the right time and go to the counter to ask her to prepare 10 minutes before Mr. Tachibana finishes."
Inspector Megure looked at the administrator: "Is that so?"
The golf course manager came to his senses and quickly responded, "I didn't notice the time this gentleman ordered coffee. But the coffee here is brewed from coffee beans, so it does require an appointment a few minutes in advance."
It sounded barely reasonable, but Inspector Megure still looked suspicious: "You were the only one who was closest to the explosion and escaped. It was such a coincidence..."
"What do you mean by only me?" Section Chief Yasui suddenly thought of something. He raised his hand and pointed to the side:
"Among the members of our club, I was the only one who was not injured, but I was not the only one who escaped at that time - the two teachers, the man, and the foreign woman, they all walked away with me! I was going to order coffee, but where were they?"
Section Chief Yasui was desperate and wanted to pull in anyone he could: "Maybe they have other part-time jobs besides teaching, and they had conflicts with Mr. Tachibana among those part-time jobs - for example... for example, Mr. Tachibana is very lustful, maybe there is a hidden emotional dispute between him and that female foreign teacher that we don't know about!"
“???” Judy didn’t expect that she would be shot even though she was so low-key, and it was obviously Vermouth who moved away first, but now she was the one who was suspected... a cunning office worker.
No one admitted to being the murderer. In this situation, interrogation alone would not yield any results.
Inspector Megure sighed and decided to look for physical evidence first. He consulted the suspects and said, "In that case, let's check your luggage first. The murderer came here to kill people, and there may be other clues in the bag - is that okay?"
Judy handed over her bag: "...Of course." Fortunately, she never carried a gun with her since the first time she encountered a case near Jiang Xia.
Otherwise, if she had been searched one after another, she would have been taken to the police station for illegal possession of a gun.
Next to her, Vermouth, an innocent passerby who was also dragged into this, said: "..."
She glanced at Section Chief Yasui, and the murderous aura on her body silently became a little thicker. Then she turned to the police and showed them an impeccable and gentle smile, and also handed over her bag: "Everyone, please feel free."
While smiling, Vermouth couldn't help but wonder whether Uzo was helping her or tricking her when he suddenly asked her to move, or if he was helping her and then tricking her again.
After all, she is not a real man, and her body is all padded. It is okay when she is wearing clothes, but if there is a strict body search, she might really be exposed.
Thinking of this, Vermouth's eyes moved slightly and met Jiang Xia's eyes. Then she found that no matter from which angle she looked, this little devil was in a very good mood at the moment.
Vermouth: "..."
...Sure enough, he was trying to trick her! Otherwise, why would he be so happy?
Vermouth glanced at the police around her, took a deep breath silently, and exhaled slowly: Don't panic, it's not a big problem.
The scheduled email that Uzo had just sent her was almost a direct order. In this case, if she followed his instructions, there shouldn't be much error.
As for the small risk now...
It was probably just a feint to tease her - anyway, as long as his identity was not really exposed, it didn't matter to Uzo.
Vermouth was a little upset, but after all, it wasn't the first time she went out with Jiang Xia. Finally, she calmed down temporarily and continued to watch in a low-key manner.
…
The three people's bags were lined up on the ground.
Judy and "Dr. Newcomer" rented clubs at the driving range and did not have much luggage with them.
On the contrary, Section Chief Yasui was carrying a huge golf bag with many different types of clubs in it.
Such a big bag looks like it can hold a lot of other things besides golf clubs.
The forensic officers were ready to tear the bag into pieces and search every crevice - if they found nothing, they would probably have to search the body.
But who would have thought that as soon as he unzipped the side bag, he saw some red and white colors. There were actually three or four golf balls in the side bag, and one of them had a cross of red lines printed on the surface - exactly the same as the exploded ball.
“…”
It’s too obvious, too easy to find, and too arrogant.
Inspector Megure pointed at the ball in shock and turned to Section Chief Yasui: "You still say it wasn't you who planted the bomb! And you actually hid the spare ball in such a conspicuous place. You really look down on the police!"
"No, this is not my ball!" Section Chief Yasui was completely confused. "I don't know, someone must have put it there to frame me!"
Vermouth: “…” Very good, it seems you don’t need to search for me anymore.
Judy: "..." What a pity, I was so careful not to bring a gun, but I didn't use this foresight... Anyway, Vermouth shouldn't be searched. If I don't find this bomb ball, I should start searching from "Dr. Shinde".
The smell of apples gradually faded, while the aroma of French fries became stronger.
Jiang Xia's nose twitched: "..." There are too many policemen to light a cigarette, so after solving the case, we'll order some fast food to satisfy our craving.
While thinking about this, Jiang Xia picked up Conan and said, "Let's go to the grassland and take a look."
Conan was also shocked by the simplicity of this deduction. Now, after hearing Jiang Xia's words, he became alert: "What? Is there something over there?"
Jiang Xia seemed to be thinking: "Just now, the deceased and I played a ball at about the same time. I remember that when my ball went into the hole, a ball also rolled past the hole next to it."
Conan was stunned and immediately understood what the problem was. He jumped to the ground and rushed over without Jiang Xia carrying him.
After running for a distance, there are more and more balls under my feet.
White balls with the blue practice field logo were scattered on the ground, with a small black broken ball mixed in.
Conan looked at the dirty ball, his eyes lit up. He took out a handkerchief, put it under the ball, and carefully picked it up.
Jiang Xia looked at the dust on the handkerchief, nodded with satisfaction, and asked the tool man classmate: "How is it?"
Conan didn't mind it at all. He went up and sniffed it, then said with certainty, "It smells like gunpowder!"
…
The corridor inside the golf driving range.
Reporters have already sneaked into the museum, crowded in, and are taking pictures inside.
The footage was transmitted and quickly processed into a live webcast.
In a safe house in Tokyo.
Curacao opened the webpage and watched the scene with his chin in his hand.
(End of this chapter)
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