Chapter 2776 2788 [Prejudice]
At the dinner party that day, Inspector Yokomizo was so angry that he left his brother and paid the bill and left: Police are police, how can you rely on detectives to solve cases? Can you still be called a police?
...Unexpectedly, the detective came to him now.
...Can this guy really solve cases that quickly?
Inspector Yokomizo was staring at Jiang Xia in confusion when suddenly two forensic officers at the table said to him, "Inspector, a toxic reaction was detected here!"
"Really?" Inspector Yokomizo came to his senses and strode over. "Where is it?"
Forensic police officer: "There is no toxin reaction in the food, but there are potassium cyanide residues on the chopsticks, plates, and wet wipes of the deceased."
He pointed to the wet wipes: "Especially this."
"I see. It seems that the toxin was not transferred through the plates on the round table, but someone smeared it directly on the tableware of the deceased." Inspector Yokomizo felt that the suspect had been identified. He turned around and asked several witnesses, "Who were the people sitting on both sides of the deceased?"
"It was me." A person he didn't want to see spoke up. Jiang Xia walked out and said, "I was sitting on his right hand side."
Henggou Police Department: "..."
Although he had some opinions about this detective who was suspected to be a delinquent but was said to be a caring citizen, considering the other party's excellent record and his identity as a passerby with no connection to the deceased, Inspector Yokomizo did not think that he was the murderer.
Then the identity of the murderer seemed clear: "Who is the person sitting on the other side of the murderer?"
A small hand rose from below the field of vision.
Conan raised his hand and said, "It was me. I was sitting to the left of the dead uncle."
Henggou Police Department: "..."
His eyes moved back and forth between Jiang Xia and Conan, and finally stopped on Jiang Xia.
"The murderer is you, right?" Inspector Yokomizo sighed. As a criminal policeman, although he did not encounter as many cases as his colleagues in Tokyo, he had also experienced many murders. At this time, the clues were piling up, and a series of situations had already taken shape in his mind:
"You poison your own wet wipes first, and then take the opportunity to swap the poisoned wet wipes with the dead person's wet wipes - people usually put wet wipes on the side of their dominant hand, and the dead person's dominant hand happens to be on the side where you are. It's easy for you to replace his towel.
"If the deceased wanted to eat Peking duck, he had to wipe his hands with wet wipes before taking the wrap. This way, his hands would be stained with a lot of potassium cyanide, and he would be poisoned and die when eating - is that right?"
Conan's eyes twitched slightly: "..." You're the one! You dare to judge the murderer without even finding the basic motive. If you ask me, Jiang Xia's motive for murder is not as rich as mine.
Upstairs, there was a person who was quietly delighted.
Vodka almost laughed out loud, but quickly came to his senses and covered his mouth to avoid making any noise that would alert the people below.
Vodka: “…” Calm down. Now is not the time to be silly and happy. Compared to this… why did this situation happen?
What is that Uzo kid up to?
"Something must be wrong when things are out of the ordinary." Vodka stopped calling Chianti and Cohen and thought alertly:
"Think about it carefully. Now it's just that police officer who has raised suspicions, and Uzo has a hundred ways to make his crude reasoning fail on the spot. If I really call two guys with sniper rifles now... maybe Chianti and Cohen will never come back. What's worse is that if they fall into the hands of the police alive, I, the culprit who caused the leak, may also be blamed."
Thinking about the consequences at that time, Vodka was forced to calm down as if a bucket of cold water was poured on him.
"Don't be in a hurry, let's take a look first." Vodka took a deep breath, put down his phone, and tried to keep himself as calm as a senior black expert. "I won't move unless the enemy moves. I want to see what tricks this kid is playing!"
Downstairs lobby.
Although Inspector Yokomizo was making serious inferences, none of his subordinates beside him took it seriously.
My boss has been dissatisfied with the detective for a long time, and now he is probably just saying it out of anger.
Instead of following him to arrest Jiang Xia, it would be better to find more clues at the scene, let Mr. Jiang Xia help find the real murderer, and get off work early - the Tokyo police always talk about the crime-solving machine, who among the colleagues doesn't want to experience it? They haven't even had dinner yet.
"Inspector!" After searching for this, they found some new clues. The young police officer pointed at the deceased's jeans and said, "Look, there is a strange wet mark on his thigh near the knee. It looks sticky and doesn't look like water."
"Hmm?" Any abnormality at the crime scene could not be easily overlooked. Inspector Yokomizo suspended his suspicion of Jiang Xia, walked over to take a closer look, and asked in confusion, "What is this thing..."
Mao Lilan pressed her dizzy head and walked over to take a look. Suddenly, her expression became awkward: "That... should be the dumpling soup for tonight. When I was sitting next to the deceased, I accidentally knocked over his bowl of porridge, so some porridge fell on his legs."
"So that's how it is... Huh? Wait, you were sitting next to him?" Inspector Yokomizo suddenly realized something was wrong, "Didn't you just say that the people sitting next to the deceased were Jiang Xia and that little brat!"
Suzuki Atom snorted and said dissatisfiedly: "Who made you so impatient? You already started to suspect Jiang Xia before we finished talking - although Conan and Jiang Xia were sitting next to the deceased when he fell, we changed seats once before that."
Mao Lilan nodded. As the person who had changed seats, she remembered it more clearly: "After we entered the store, we received an invitation from the deceased to share a table, so we sat at the same table with them.
“At the time, several of us who knew each other were sitting together, but the deceased gentleman inserted himself between me and Jiang Xia in order to persuade me.
"After a while, Conan suddenly squeezed in between me and the deceased...so we ended up sitting like this."
“…”
Inspector Yokomizo tapped his forehead, and several little people began to squeeze back and forth in his mind, eventually forming a messy table.
He shook his head to get rid of the image that was bothering his brain, and asked, "Who was the other person sitting next to the deceased before the seat was changed?"
"It's me." Upon hearing this, the screenwriter also came over and pushed his glasses. "But I wasn't so close to him at the beginning. It was only after Ms. Maori and her friends came over to share the table that the distance between us narrowed, so I was forced to sit next to that annoying guy."
Inspector Yokomizo's mind became even more confused about the seating arrangement. His eyes twitched slightly and he asked with a headache, "Who were the first two people to sit next to the deceased?"
(End of this chapter)
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