Chapter 2934-2946 [Tokyo Life Saving Guide]
After all, Officer Sato had worked in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department for many years, and he made the current situation clear in just one sentence.
The three passengers looked at each other, and their eyes became alert: as the unlucky ones who were taken away by the police, they had some sympathy for each other. But now, they knew that the murderer might be among them...
The fragile friendship between the two brothers fell apart in an instant, and they looked at the other two with a little more scrutiny.
After a brief silence, the citizen who lived in Tokyo took the lead in supporting the police's work. He sighed and said, "My name is Iwakuni Tatsuro, and I have been sitting in this position."
He pointed to the train diagram on the table and said, “I was listening to the horse racing broadcast at the time, but I don’t know what happened, and there was a commotion in the aisle behind me.
"There was a bunch of people buzzing around and it was so noisy that I couldn't hear the horse racing announcements, so I had to change to a quieter carriage."
"?" The other two passengers felt that this story was strange in every way and looked at him suspiciously: "When you heard the commotion around you, you didn't join in the fun or go to get information, but instead changed cars to listen to the radio? This is a bit fake, you really don't put any effort into making excuses - police, it must be him, catch him!"
"What do you mean by 'change carriages to listen to the radio'? You must have never been to horse racing. Such an exciting live broadcast of the event is much more important than joining in the fun!" The Tokyo passenger snorted coldly:
"Besides, what's the point of joining in the fun? It's nothing more than murder, bombs planted in cars, injuries, fights... What's the point of me going over these messed up things?
"If I really go, I might get stabbed, blown up, or taken hostage. I might also be taken away by the police as a suspicious person for questioning, just like what's happening now. I'm not a masochist. Even if there's no live horse racing broadcast, I'm sure I can walk as far as I can."
"This..." The other two passengers listened, their momentum weakened a little, and they were somewhat convinced.
Officer Sato didn't rush to question him, nor did she immediately rule out the man's suspicion. After all, there was more than one suspect. So she quickly looked at the other two people and asked, "What about you?"
The fat office worker was startled, pushed up his glasses, and followed the example of the passenger just now, describing himself in the same way: "My name is Tokuyama Ho-o, and I left my seat to buy coffee from the vending machine.
"On the way back from buying coffee, I heard a few passengers talking heatedly together. I listened for a while and heard that a bomb had been planted in the car... But now the bomb is gone, but someone has been stabbed. This is really scary."
The two officers listened and took notes, then they looked at the last passenger, a thin man wearing a white knitted hat: "What about you?"
The passenger recalled: "My name is Akira Akira, and I also sat in this seat before. But unlike Mr. Iwakuni, I don't have such strong self-control. When I found out there was a commotion in the carriage, I immediately went over to join in the fun.
"But then I heard there was a bomb on the train. I couldn't sit still, and to save my life, I had to move forward so that even if the train exploded, I wouldn't be left behind. Just think about it, if the bomb blew the Shinkansen in two, the tracks would be damaged. The front half of the train could still run as usual, but the back half would be in trouble. The flames would be blown by the wind and would quickly spread to the inside of the train, not to mention that if the train derailed, all the people on that half would die."
Vodka: "..." At first glance, what this kid said seemed to make sense...
While organizational cadres are silently adding new knowledge.
Next to him, Officer Takagi remembered a clue provided by Conan, and asked the Tokyo passenger and the knitted hat passenger: "Were you holding a newspaper in your hand when you walked through the aisle?"
The two nodded, and then they were shocked: Why are they asking this kind of question? Did the police think the newspaper had something to do with the murder?
Thinking of this, the Tokyo passenger raised his hand and pointed at the short and fat office worker behind him: "As for newspapers, this guy's seat is near me. I remember he also read the newspaper after getting on the bus, but he didn't bring it with him later."
"Ah, no, that's right." The short and fat office worker said nervously, "I've finished reading it, so I didn't bring it with me. Is there any problem with that?"
"No problem." Jiang Xia casually flipped through the records made by Officer Gao Mu and said to the three suspects, "Can you show us the newspapers that each of you has come into contact with?"
The three passengers looked at each other nervously and nodded hesitantly: "Okay."
Officer Sato remembered something and added, "I remember Conan said that Mr. Tokuyama was holding a can of coffee at the time." She looked at the short and fat office worker, "When you bring the newspaper, remember to bring the cup of coffee with you."
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It didn't take long. Under Vodka's complicated gaze, three newspapers were placed in front of Jiang Xia.
"These photos look familiar." Conan slipped to Jiang Xia's side and stood on tiptoe to look at the table.
It didn't take him long to remember where this familiar feeling came from - just now at Shin-Osaka Station, when he was arguing with Hattori Heiji, Jiang Xia was flipping through newspapers beside him out of boredom, and the newspapers on that shelf...
He looked at the three suspects and said, "Uncle, did you all get on the train at Shin-Osaka Station?"
The three of them nodded: "We bought our newspapers there too."
The one for the Tokyo passenger was Horse Racing 7, which was consistent with what he said just now, "I changed the carriage specifically to listen to the horse racing broadcast."
The short and fat office worker who bought the coffee bought the mediocre "Daily News".
The passenger with the pointed face and knitted hat was carrying the Daily Sports News.
Officer Takagi moved back and forth in front of the table, sometimes far away, sometimes near, and finally, he stopped at a specific distance.
"It's about this far." He raised his hand to indicate, then muttered:
"If the murderer really used a newspaper to send a message to Chizo Ogura, then Chizo Ogura must have excellent eyesight to see the small print on the newspaper at this distance. I'll ask Osaka if there is any information about Chizo Ogura's eyesight."
Jiang Xia shook his head and helped him rule out this possibility: "The murderer had to casually point the newspaper towards Chizo Ogura while walking, and he couldn't attract the attention of Officer Takagi.
"In this case, even if Chizo Ogura's eyesight is really good, they would not choose to communicate in small print."
(End of this chapter)
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