Chapter 2780 2792 [Case Closed] Request for monthly ticket (`)
Jiang Xia: "In other words, the process was roughly as follows: when the murderer saw the waiter pushing out the dining cart with Peking duck from the back kitchen, he immediately realized that the time had come and quietly applied potassium cyanide on the back of the disc.
"Who knew that at this moment, Conan started to turn the round table to get the dipping sauce and chili oil in order to eat the buns.
"The murderer was surprised and nervous, so he could only keep turning the egg back in front of him and continue to apply poison. So when Conan just let go, the disc would immediately return to its place. It looked like there was a spring under the plate."
"I see..." Inspector Yokomizo felt that he understood everything. Like a student who had just learned a formula and was trying to apply it, he stretched out his hand and turned the round table. "In other words, when the dipping sauce was in front of you and the chili oil was in front of the screenwriter, the person facing the two plates of eggs was the murderer."
As he spoke, he pressed the tabletop to rotate.
Soon, the disc stopped at the same position as before.
The two plates of eggs on the table were like a blunt arrow, pointing directly at the stunned director.
"It was him?" Inspector Yokomizo sighed, and suddenly thought of a suspicious point, "But there was a large amount of potassium cyanide on the wet wipe of the deceased. Judging from its distribution and quantity, it doesn't seem to have been stained when the deceased wiped his fingers. It seems more like the poison was directly dropped on it."
——If it weren’t for this, he wouldn’t have been so sure that Jiang Xia was the murderer who replaced the wet wipes.
Jiang Xia: "I remember that before the Peking duck was served, the director went to the bathroom alone. He probably took out the potassium cyanide he had brought with him and smeared it on his wet wipes.
"He then returned to his seat with a wet wipe soaked in potassium cyanide, and as I said earlier, after the Peking duck was brought out, he used the wet wipe to wipe the back of the plate, secretly applying the poison.
"The deceased pushed the round table as he had expected, and the poison came into his fingertips. He then grabbed the Peking duck wrap and ate it, just as he had planned, and died of the poison.
"The scene was very chaotic, and no one would deliberately pay attention to everyone's actions. It was at that time that the director walked up to the deceased and quietly replaced the deceased's wet wipes with his own.
"Because the deceased had previously used his own wet wipes to wipe the porridge off his pants, when he switched the wet wipes, the director also deliberately smeared the porridge on his own poisonous wet wipes."
At this point, Jiang Xia looked at the middle-aged murderer wearing sunglasses and said, "It was a very thorough murder plan, but there was a small flaw in the process - the victim was wearing a pair of jeans today.
"That is to say, if you examine your wet wipe now, you should be able to find the pigment and fibers left by the deceased when he wiped his jeans. If you're lucky, you may even find some skin flakes from your hands.
"Also, the poisoned wet wipe next to the deceased should also have traces of your use. If we do a chemical analysis and comparison, it won't be difficult to find concrete evidence."
Inspector Yokomizo: “…” Just now, the officers from the Forensic Department only checked for poison on the wet wipes, but they did not check these details. If we wait for them to discover it themselves, it will probably take forever... Tsk, detectives are so useful.
Inspector Yokomizo was muttering to himself.
Next to him, the director who was identified gradually thawed from his stiffness.
He shook his head, took a deep breath, took out his lighter and lit a cigarette. Then he leaned back in his chair and sighed in the rising smoke: "I really can't forgive that guy."
Vodka: "..." How come you are different from those murderers who fell to their knees? The pre-roll is so long... Humph, you are indeed a special actor invited for a special script. Fortunately, I didn't fall for it just now. I didn't let the wish of "May there be no Uzo in the world" get to my head and do something I shouldn't do.
Downstairs, the director didn't know what the audience was whispering about. He was concentrating on recalling his past: "If that guy hadn't let Lihua die without saving him, I wouldn't have thought of killing him."
"Liva?"
Several outsiders were quite unfamiliar with this name, but the screenwriter and assistant director at the same table understood it immediately: "Are you talking about the heroine who died a year ago? But that was caused by an accident during filming. What does it have to do with Kawabata?"
"An unexpected incident?" The director sneered, "That's not an accident, that's a complete murder."
The screenwriter and assistant director were stunned.
The director put out his cigarette heavily and said: "The final shot of that movie was extremely difficult. According to the original plan, it should have been performed by a professional stuntman. But during the actual shooting, the performer was temporarily replaced by Lihua... Kawabata agreed to this.
"The movie became a big hit because of this. When I questioned Kawabata, he just smiled and said something like, 'That girl has a dream. She wants to shoot all her scenes by herself. I am just helping her realize this great wish.'
"Liva has no experience and doesn't understand the danger involved, but Kawabata must have known. He had so many opportunities to stop it, but for the sake of the movie, he turned a deaf ear and agreed to let her do it herself!"
Vodka: "..." But if he doesn't agree, the one who kills him might be the stuntman who got into an accident and became tragically disabled while performing a difficult scene. Maybe he'll also have to take that girl with him, creating a serial murder case... Hiss, is this Uzo's sure-kill situation? Remember this, and avoid it next time.
Downstairs, the assistant director and screenwriter were shocked as they heard about the inside story which was so close to them but they were unaware of it.
But they soon realized one thing. The assistant director asked in confusion, "Kawabata was indeed wrong in this matter, but why did you kill him for revenge? I remember that you didn't like the heroine very much. You always said in front of everyone that she was a layman in the acting industry and always scolded her."
When the bearded director heard this, he smiled helplessly. His smile was so tender that everyone at the table shuddered.
"This is the fate that directors like us cannot escape." The director shook his head and sighed, "I really didn't like her at first. If the producer hadn't insisted, I wouldn't have let Lihua join the crew.
"But during the subsequent months of filming, I had to keep my eyes on her. Her every move and expression, every bit of perseverance and sweat were clearly magnified in my eyes... I don't know when it started, but I gradually fell in love with her."
Vodka: "..." I don't know when it started? I do know - probably when you passed by some bitch.
Inspector Yokomizo listened to this story and yawned quietly: Compared to the love-hate relationship among these guys, the busy him just wanted to get off work early and have a peaceful dinner.
He stood up and patted the director: "Okay, let's talk about the rest when we get to the police station. It's time to get on the road."
(End of this chapter)
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