Chapter 2586 2598 [The Correct Way to Count Money]
As everyone watched with bated breath, the screen began to play tonight's surveillance footage.
"Why are they only lighting up this small area at the door?" Inspector Megure felt a little regretful at first, but soon he was relieved, "Forget it, it's good enough to have it... Wait, pause here!"
The police officer in charge of broadcasting pressed the pause button upon hearing this, and the surveillance footage immediately stopped at 7:04 tonight.
——It was 7 o'clock in the evening, which was exactly the closing time for Fuyuki Financial Office.
In the scene, the three employees walked out of the door together. Fuyuki watched them leave, locked the door of the office, and went into his office.
The screen went blank and the young police officer pressed the fast-forward button.
However, there was no figure in the surveillance video for the following time... until the mahjong enthusiasts followed the employees who came back to get their phones and came in one after another.
"How could this happen!" Maori Kogoro's eyes widened. He didn't see any suspicious people entering the door. He shouted out Conan's thoughts, "No one has entered or exited the door, the locked windows have not been tampered with, and the deceased ate an immediately effective poison... Isn't this really a closed-room murder?"
Conan couldn't help but glance at Fuyuki Ryuzaburo lying on the ground: If the deceased was a member of the Black Organization, then given the harshness of that organization, it's not impossible that Fuyuki Ryuzaburo locked the doors and windows and committed suicide out of fear of "crime". But...
"You can't be so preconceived. And judging from Fuyuki Ryuzaburo's condition, he is definitely not the kind of person who would easily commit suicide."
Conan took a deep breath and tried to keep himself calm. "Even if this death is really related to that organization, it is just a murder case in essence, and this is exactly what I am good at.
"In short, as long as we find out the truth behind Fuyuki Ryuzaburo's death, we can proceed to the next step of the investigation. I must find out what conspiracy that Vodka guy has behind making such a big scene!"
…
Once he had the right direction, Conan felt his heart fall back to the ground.
Fortunately, he had a great helper in this matter.
Jiang Xia looked at the surveillance camera and asked the employee who had just opened the door for them, "Are the two people who went out with you after get off work your colleagues?"
"That's right."
A voice answered him, but it was not the office worker from before - a woman stopped behind Jiang Xia at some point, and next to her was a tall and thin man who was cowering timidly.
"I was singing karaoke with my friends when you called me over." The pretty woman snorted, "Tell me, what's going on? Has this place finally been robbed?"
The tall and thin man noticed something: "Why is there such a big piece of plastic sheet on the ground?"
Jiang Xia glanced back and said, "Your boss is inside."
“?!”
The two were startled and took a step back at the same time.
Soon they came back to their senses. The beautiful woman raised her eyebrows slightly, took out a cigarette and put it in her mouth. Then she laughed sarcastically: "God has eyes. This bastard finally got his retribution."
Inspector Megure: “…” With so many police officers present, no matter how much you hate the deceased, you should at least pretend.
He elevated this arrogant woman to the top of the suspect list, approached her and asked about her motive: "Why do you say that?"
Jiang Xia was listening and looking around the scene. Suddenly, he turned to look at the employee who brought them in. The employee was chewing his thumb nervously, looking very anxious.
After watching for two seconds, Jiang Xia walked over to collect clues: "Does your president have any special habits when counting money?"
"Special habits when counting money?" Nan Ze Shangshan bit his finger again and actually remembered something, "He likes to spread the money into a fan shape, then lick his thumb and count it out with saliva on it - Miss Fujii especially hates this habit of his. After accidentally seeing it once, she always complained to us, so now everyone knows that the cash here is covered with saliva."
Jiang Xia: “…” Then why are you still biting your hand?
Maori Kogoro also heard this conversation. His eyes lit up: "Who gave your president the money he counted tonight?"
The tall and thin man who had just been called by the police raised his hand and said, "It's me. Today the president suddenly asked me to prepare a large sum of cash, so I did as he asked and took out the money and put it in the box."
"Hehe, then the situation is very clear!" Maori Kogoro waved his hand, "There is only one truth, you are the murderer who killed President Fuyuki!"
The tall and thin man was shocked: "What?!"
Maori Kogoro's eyes were sharp: "You knew your president's bad habit of licking his fingers while counting money, so you took advantage of this - when you helped him withdraw cash, you secretly coated the money with deadly poison, intending to kill him without him even noticing!"
Jiang Xia seemed to be thinking about something, and turned to ask the forensic police officer beside him: "Is there poison on the money?"
The young police officer nodded quickly: "We detected toxic reactions on the deceased's right thumb and several banknotes."
Maori Kogoro raised his head proudly: "See, I was right!"
"But..." the young police officer whispered, "The shape of the part of the banknote that was stained with poison is exactly the same as the fingerprint of the deceased - that is, the poison on the deceased's hand was stained on the banknote, rather than the banknote being smeared with poison."
"?" Maori Kogoro said angrily, "Why didn't you tell me about this important matter earlier!"
Young police officer: "..." You, you didn't ask...
Since the poison was not licked from the banknote, he could only continue to look for other ways to poison.
Inspector Megure strolled around and his eyes fell on the president's desk - there was a half-finished cup of coffee there.
Drinking water is the most common way to poison people. Inspector Megure picked up the cup wearing gloves and examined it carefully: "This coffee..."
The pretty female employee looked over here with a cigarette in her mouth: "I made that for the president before I got off work."
As soon as she finished speaking, a finger suddenly pointed at her, scaring her so much that she dropped her cigarette. Maori Kogoro once again sneered confidently: "Oh, I know, the murderer is actually you! You coated the wall of the cup with poison, and the victim died on the spot after drinking the coffee."
"Uh..." the young police officer from the forensic department interrupted quietly, "We just tested the cup. There is no toxin in either the contents or the container."
"..." Maori Kogoro lost his temper, "This isn't poisonous, that isn't poisonous, so where on earth is poisonous?!"
The young police officer looked at Jiang Xia and Inspector Megure, and seeing that the two of them also looked like they were listening, he flipped through the report and reported carefully: "In addition to the victim's thumb and the surface of several banknotes mentioned earlier, we also detected poison on the door handle on the inside of the president's office door and its safety button."
(End of this chapter)
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