Chapter 3158 3170 [Case Closed]
Jiang Xia looked a little embarrassed: "But..."
"There's nothing to be ashamed of!" Shimojo Noboru retorted loudly, "In short, you just said so much nonsense, but there is actually not a single word that can prove that I am the murderer!"
As he spoke, he looked at the reporter who was secretly filming nearby and said angrily, "You come and judge! What did he just say? Yes, the deceased was drunk, was crushed by the boat, and was drowned... But what does this have to do with me? What basis does he have to say that I did these things? - Show me the evidence!"
Vodka looked at the suspect rushing towards him, and listened to the outrageous words he said, and instinctively moved back: "..." If you like to scold Uzo, just scold yourself, why drag others into it, it's scary...
On the opposite coast.
Hattori Heiji and Conan looked at each other and suddenly interrupted the conversation.
Facing the red vest's rebuttal, he sighed in agreement: "Indeed, the environment here is very suitable for erasing evidence. Your plan is also very meticulous, it can be said to be flawless."
Red vest was stunned, and then Gudong was relieved: he was scared! He thought these high school students had some incredible evidence, but now it seems that he was overthinking.
Being praised by the enemy, he couldn't help but feel proud: "Wouldn't it be better if you admitted it earlier? You wasted so much time for nothing. I told you that when that bastard Huang Juan died, I was sitting next to you and didn't have time to kill him, but you didn't believe me."
"You were sitting next to us at the time?" Hattori Heiji touched his chin and hissed, "Why don't I remember it very well?"
He looked at Conan: "Do you remember?"
Conan: "No!"
"???" The red vest had just let out a sigh of relief, but now he was relieved again. "I entered the restaurant around 7:20 in the evening and asked you about the time. We chatted for a while afterwards... What do you mean you don't remember? It was only a short time ago!"
Hattori Heiji scratched his head: "But I really can't remember mine. I have a lot of homework recently and I'm under a lot of pressure. What day are you talking about? What time exactly?"
"You!" The red vest was furious. He strode forward and grabbed his collar with his veiny hands. "It was tonight, around eight o'clock when that guy died. I was sitting next to you! A lot of people saw it, why are you playing dumb!"
"Huh?" Inspector Yokomizo was stunned, and he realized something was wrong. "I never told you the time of Mr. Aramaki's death. How do you know he died at eight o'clock in the evening?"
The red vest was stunned for a moment, and his arrogance stagnated. He let go of his hand: "Because... uh, because when you answered the call from your subordinates just now, your phone leaked a little bit, and I heard the time of death you mentioned!"
"Humph, that's strange." Inspector Yokomizo's eyes were as sharp as a detective who had found all the evidence:
"When my subordinate reported the death to me, he did tell me the time of death, but he said it was between 6pm and 9:30pm. How could you, a 'helpful passerby who found the body', accurately determine the time of Mr. Aramaki's death at a glance?"
"Six to nine-thirty?" The man in the red vest stuttered. "You, you are kidding me - don't we often see that on TV? Things like rigor mortis and livor mortis. The closer the time of death, the easier it is to judge... This body just died not long ago, how can the range of determination be so ridiculous?!"
Jiang Xia: "You seem to have done some research on this murder, but unfortunately, your research is not thorough. After the police found the body, they were able to determine the time of death based on rigor mortis, livor mortis, rectal temperature, etc., but these standards are not set in stone. Many factors will affect the forensic doctor's judgment."
"For example, Mr. Aramaki. After his death, he was kept in the sea water and was pushed and rolled by the waves. In this case, the formation of morbidity and rigor mortis would inevitably be greatly affected."
"As for another important indicator, the temperature of the body, it will also be affected by seawater and become inaccurate. In other words, the only person who can accurately determine the time of death within a few minutes is the murderer who did it himself."
“…”
It was like a muffled thunder hitting overhead, and Xiajo Deng's ears buzzed. His legs went limp and he fell to his knees on the beach.
Jiang Xia lowered his head and looked at the pale-faced Shimojo Noboru, sighing with regret: "It's a good plan, but as the implementer, you didn't put yourself into the role of 'ordinary eyewitness' that you set yourself - you paid too much attention to time. From the moment you found the body, you kept emphasizing that you had arrived at the restaurant at around 7 o'clock, as if you were sure that the deceased died after that. You may not have noticed it yourself, but in the eyes of others, this is very abnormal."
…
Watching this dark director speaking nonsense and critically commenting on his actors in front of the police, Vodka was so exhausted that he no longer wanted to complain about the police's reaction - other than looking at Uzo with admiration, how else could these stupid puppets react?
In comparison...
Chianti: [This black coal briquettes from Osaka are not good stuff either.]
Vodka nodded deeply, thinking that Chianti, the fool, was smart for once and spoke his mind.
"That Osaka detective looks stupid and doesn't seem to have a good relationship with Usa, but he's actually quite cunning. Not only did he trick out the key words in a few words, he also has a tacit understanding with Usa."
"Also, when this guy provokes people, his expression and tone are so annoying... If I run into him again, I have to be careful and not follow in the footsteps of this unfortunate murderer."
A member of the organization was secretly reviewing the film and taking notes.
On the beach, the people who had watched the entire process finally came to their senses.
"Arden?!" His two companions watched the whole scene in a daze, looking at Shimojo Noboru blankly, "Is it really you?"
Shimojo Noboru knelt on the familiar beach, and seemed to gradually draw a bit of strength from the land.
He put on that arrogant sneer again: "Yes, you two should really thank me - if it weren't for me, it would take forever to avenge Huang Juan who killed our father eight years ago."
"Eight years ago?" Inspector Yokomizo actually still remembered this incident. "You mean the tragedy where several fishermen went out to sea together during a storm and were all wiped out... You are actually the son of those victims?"
"Not the victims." Shimojo Noboru snorted coldly, "The victims."
(End of this chapter)
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