Chapter 2804-2816 [Cause of Death of Itakura Taku]
Officer Takagi: "And according to the doctor, the deceased did plan to undergo heart surgery. They have discussed and will arrange the specific time of the surgery after Itakura Taku finishes his work."
"I see." Inspector Megure shook his head and sighed, "If he hadn't taken his work so seriously and had performed the surgery a few days earlier, he might not have died. It seems that what happened today was a tragic accident."
Officer Takagi couldn't help but glance at Jiang Xia next to him: "..."Really, is it true?
Inspector Megure didn't notice his gaze and was still sighing for the unlucky King of Files lying on the ground, and felt a little sad: I heard that the deceased this time took three jobs at the same time... This is so similar to himself who committed three murders in one day!
but……
The fat police officer touched his chin, a little puzzled: "Looking at the condition of the body, he has been dead for a day or two. How come the hotel didn't find any problems in such a long time? Even the most ordinary hotels will clean every day. For a hotel of this level... it shouldn't be like this."
Hearing this, the nearby Mediterranean couldn't help but say, "Do you even need to ask? Itakura Taku hates it most when others mess with his things. It must be because when the hotel staff came to clean, he scolded them, so the staff didn't dare to come anymore."
"That's right!" The fashionable young man felt the same way. "Once I just accidentally knocked the documents on Bancang's desk a little bit crooked, just a little bit." He stretched out two fingers and pinched them carefully. "He actually flew into a rage and scolded me for more than ten minutes... If you didn't know, you would think I knocked him over."
Mushroom-head nodded as well. The three clients who were always at loggerheads reached a rare agreement in such a place. "Besides, that guy doesn't really care about hygiene. He rarely even changes his own bed sheets. How could he let the hotel staff change his bed sheets every day?"
"...Hmm?" Inspector Megure first instinctively took notes, then suddenly felt something was wrong, "Wait, where did you come from, and why are you wandering around the crime scene?"
Jiang Xia looked at the clients who were huddled in the corner and introduced them to Inspector Megure, "The three of them are the deceased's party A. They discovered Mr. Itakura's disappearance and came to me, so we were able to find the body so quickly."
When Inspector Megure heard this, his expression towards the three clients suddenly became complicated: "So it was you who made him take so many jobs..."
"Hey, what do you mean by that?" The clients were suddenly aggrieved. "How could we know that he would take on so many jobs at the same time? If we had known, we wouldn't have hired him!"
Jiang Xia saw what Inspector Megure was thinking: "It should be Mr. Itakura's own wish to take the job, and now it seems that he did not die of a heart attack, but was murdered."
"That's right..." Several clients were halfway through agreeing when they suddenly felt something was wrong, "Murder?!"
Inspector Megure's heart skipped a beat: "Isn't it a heart attack?"
Officer Takagi, who was eavesdropping with his ears perked up, said: "..." For some reason, he finally felt relieved... It seemed that he could cancel his plan to have dinner with Officer Sato. Haha, he didn't really want to have dinner with the cute Officer Sato. It would be so embarrassing if he was rejected. It would be better to miss the dinner because he was busy with the murder case.
After thinking about it, Officer Gao Mu finally said unwillingly: "But he really looks like he committed suicide."
Jiang Xia pointed to the clean desk and said, "Although the deceased is lying on the ground now, when we arrived, he was actually foaming at the mouth and lying face down on the desk.
"If that was his posture when he died, there should be liquid from his mouth on the table, but now, the tabletop is very clean."
"!" Inspector Megure ran to the table and took a look. "Really... Wait, was there someone else present when he died and wiped away his saliva?"
The forensic doctor was stunned: "The deceased was lying on the table at first? That's very strange - you see, his hands are folded over his chest. If he died lying on the table, then his hands should have fallen naturally after death.
"Unless his hands were caught between his body and the edge of the table when he died, and remained in that position until he became stiff after death... but if that was the case, there would be no similar pressure marks on the back of his hands."
Officer Gao Mu scratched his head: "In other words, the desk is not actually the place where the deceased died, but someone moved it here after his death?"
The forensic doctor also scratched his head: "But except for his hands, the rigor mortis of other parts of his body is very natural."
Inspector Megure scratched his hat and said, "Could it be that someone tied Mr. Itakura to a stool, causing him to have a heart attack but without medicine, so he could only die in this position at the table?"
Jiang Xia looked at the forensic doctor: "Are there any signs of being tied up on the deceased?"
"There are no rope marks." The forensic doctor shook his head, "But there are many strange bruises on his body, as if they were caused by large-scale external pressure."
"Large-scale oppression from the outside?" The two policemen were confused. "What do you mean?"
Conan couldn't help but tug at the blanket on the bed: "Oh, this blanket is so fluffy and feels so good to the touch. Eh? Why is it a little wet? How strange!"
"..." Jiang Xia was silent for a moment because of his classmate's acting skills, but he still continued to talk politely, "It is indeed strange. Perhaps the murderer also knew that rope binding would leave traces, so he first wrapped Mr. Itakura tightly with a blanket, and then wrapped the blanket with tape to secure it."
Inspector Megure suddenly discovered something. He squatted down and touched the table leg with his gloved hand. "Just now I felt something sticky on it. Now it's really sticky. It seems that after the murderer tied up the victim, he also used tape to fix the legs of the stool to prevent the victim from falling with the stool when struggling. He had to die sitting on the stool to create the illusion of death from illness... How cruel."
Jiang Xia nodded and looked at Officer Takagi: "Let's ask the hotel staff first to see if anyone has had contact with the deceased in the past few days." - It would be even better if they could find out some black-skinned boss who was secretly observing.
Officer Takagi nodded and ran away quickly.
At this time, the Mediterranean client remembered something, moved to Jiang Xia's side and whispered: "Well, didn't I pretend to be Mr. Itakura before and called the front desk to say that I was the one who borrowed three kinds of chess at the same time, hoping to get Mr. Itakura's room number.
"After learning that Bancang Zhuo lived in Room 2004, in order to prevent alerting the enemy, I told them that I had already connected the landline line and they didn't need to come to fix it.
"The receptionist couldn't help laughing and muttered, 'Why is it like this again?'
"I didn't think much of it then, but now..."
(End of this chapter)
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