Chapter 3289 3301 [Tokyo Police and FBI]
Officer Sato was crossing an alley with his colleagues when he suddenly discovered something and paused.
——She didn’t know if it was because of her eyesight, but she suddenly saw a small black shadow passing by on the wall next to her, like a familiar cat with spotted patterns.
When I looked closer, the cat was gone, but I suddenly noticed a strange new hole in the concrete wall.
Based on her experience...
"Why does it look like a bullet?"
As this thought flashed through his mind, Officer Sato lowered his head and looked around, subconsciously beginning to look for bullets or shells.
The four colleagues saw her movements. Although they didn't know what she was looking for, they subconsciously followed her and looked around, asking curiously, "Officer Sato, what's wrong?"
Miwako Sato pointed at the hole and said, "Look, does it look like it was caused by a bullet?"
"Huh?" The other four people came over, and you looked at each other. Some said it looked similar, while others said it didn't.
The FBI hiding nearby in various difficult positions listened to their words and their hesitant movements, and they wanted to kick each of them and kick them to the door of the Dongdu Phenomenon Research Institute on the other side: What are you studying bomb craters here in the middle of the night? Can you please pass by quickly! Don’t you still have work to do?
Maybe it was because of the shouting in his heart that Officer Sato successfully resonated with others, and he actually remembered the important matter: "Oh, right, we need to bring those two people back to the scene first."
The Fbi nodded quietly: That’s right, get out!
Officer Sato looked at his subordinates and said, "You three go. Yamamoto, you stay and help me look for the shell casings. This pit looks very new. I suspect an attack just happened here, or someone is practicing with a gun and preparing to commit a crime. This is no small matter... After you send the two suspects to the scene, call the forensics department to come over and let them see what happened here."
Judy, who heard the situation from a distance, said: "..."
...Wait, why do the Tokyo police seem different today?
…
Miwako Sato really stayed in the alley diligently.
The other subordinates went to the Dongdu Phenomenon Institute as planned, and then called the remaining two suspects to the crime scene.
"Gucun was killed?!" Hearing this sad news, the middle-parted man and the colorist were more shocked than each other, and both of them looked sad, "Who did it!"
Inspector Megure was not moved at all: nine out of ten murderers have said the same thing.
He simply gave a brief introduction of the situation, and then asked in a businesslike manner: "Where were you at 10:55 tonight? What were you doing? Can anyone prove it?"
——Thanks to several witnesses and the last cry of the deceased, the time of the crime was very accurate.
The colorist who invited Kudo Yukiko to visit the Phenomenon Institute looked at the middle-parted woman and hesitated before speaking first: "At 10:55, my part of the work has come to an end. I will hand over the finished work to the next person and go to the lounge to catch up on some sleep."
"What part of your job is that?" Inspector Megure looked him over. "What do you do?"
"I'm a colorist." The middle-aged man said, and seeing his confused expression, he had to add, "I do some color correction on film negatives."
Inspector Megure didn't quite understand, but it didn't matter, as long as Jiang Xia understood. He quickly wrote down the situation and asked, "Who can prove what you said?"
The colorist thought for a moment and said, "There were two or three other people in the lounge at the time..." His voice was weak as he spoke, "But they were also sleeping. I don't know if they saw me."
Inspector Megure stared at him suspiciously. Although he felt it was suspicious, he did not rush to ask any further questions - there was another suspect next to him, so he might as well ask him first, as this one might be more suspicious.
He then asked the middle-parted man: "What about you?"
The middle-parted man said in embarrassment: "At that time, I was checking the negatives in the darkroom, and I was the only one in the room..."
Inspector Megure nodded and concluded: "That is to say, none of you three have an alibi."
The three of them looked at each other for a moment and lowered their heads.
"Mr. Jiang Xia." Several forensic officers left, and one was still checking the body. He suddenly discovered something and said to Jiang Xia, "A button on the deceased's clothes is missing - you see, the thread is still sticking out, it must have been pulled off not long ago."
Jiang Xia walked to the sofa and looked down.
Inspector Megure also came over and frowned as soon as he took a look: "This man's shirt is so dirty, the collar is all black."
The young brown-haired man said helplessly, "Mr. Gucun is indeed a bit sloppy. He especially doesn't like to take a bath. He only takes a bath about once a week."
When talking about this, the deceased's colleagues were obviously very touched. The man with the middle-parted hair also said: "Speaking of which, a few days ago, when a few of us were playing mahjong here, Gucun was wearing this shirt. I wanted to say that his clothes should be washed, but I held back... I didn't expect that three days later, he was still wearing such a dirty shirt."
After hearing all the gossip, the colorist scratched his head and had to get down to business: "In short, I definitely didn't kill him. Didn't you just say that the murderer killed in the dark and didn't make any noise? - Every time I come here, I am busy playing mahjong and never pay attention to the layout of the house."
"Walking to the sofa in the dark, pulling off Gucun's buttons during an argument, and then stabbing him in the heart with a knife... I can't do this. If I really did it, I would definitely trip and fall to the ground as soon as I walked in the door."
Inspector Megure looked back at the path from the living room to the sofa, and he also felt that walking there in the dark was as difficult as going to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures.
After thinking about it, he focused his attention on the homeowner: "No matter how you look at it, your position is the most convenient for the crime. When the crime happened, you were sleeping on the sofa next to the deceased. You only need to turn on the flashlight and you can easily find his heart and stab him."
"And if it were you, you wouldn't have to run away. You could just stay beside the body and pretend to call him. That way, it's no wonder that the children didn't hear the prisoner escaping after being awakened by the dead man's screams."
"I..." The young brown-haired man broke out in a cold sweat and didn't know how to refute for a moment.
Suddenly he felt a hard little card in his pocket, and suddenly remembered something. He looked at Jiang Xia as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw: "Mr. Jiang Xia!"
——You must know who the real murderer is!!
He was about to rush over and shout like this, but he found Jiang Xia was lowering his head, looking at something next to the sofa.
Soon, the famous detective pointed to the inconspicuous camera and said, "It seems to be still working."
Three suspects: “!!”
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