Chapter 3395 3407 [Case Closed] Ask for monthly ticket ()
After a brief moment of dizziness, Inspector Megure decisively looked at Jiang Xia: Brother Jiang Xia! Do you understand?
Jiang Xia smiled and said, "Coincidences can be captured and corrected artificially.
"Today's situation didn't happen overnight. Mr. Imai must have been preparing for this series of 'coincidences' from a long time ago."
"Imai..." Everyone in the room was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood the meaning of this sentence. They turned around and looked at the mop-head man who was very good at making coffee.
The mop-head avatar was hit in the face by a hammer. He wanted to say something but couldn't organize his words properly.
Jiang Xia also looked at him: "The deceased president really liked to drink the coffee you made, so during this period of time, you began to secretly put laxatives in his coffee.
"Just put in a little bit at first. Once the president gets used to the extra taste, you can slowly increase the dosage. Then secretly observe the amount of laxative used and how often your president goes to the bathroom."
The middle-parted man suddenly realized something, "So, the reason the president has been going to the bathroom so often lately isn't because he drank too much laxatives to treat his hemorrhoids, but because someone else is also giving him drugs besides his own laxatives!"
Jiang Xia nodded: "After understanding the president's toilet habits, the next thing to do is to wait until the president wants to eat a hamburger and then start implementing his plan.
"In other words, in the murderer's plan, the president's desire to eat a hamburger was not a 'coincidence' at all. Instead, the murder plan would only be initiated when the president wanted to eat a hamburger."
The other two employees were stunned. After thinking about it carefully, they found that it was true: after the president said he wanted to eat a hamburger, Mop Head went to the toilet... Now that they think about it, he must have put the poisonous paper core in at that time.
Jiang Xia: "Also, when Mr. Imai was making coffee, he also took a few packets of biscuits for the deceased. This was also to increase the chances of the president going to the toilet. There is a laxative in the coffee, and after people eat foods like biscuits, the part from the transverse colon to the sigmoid colon will begin to move rapidly, making people feel the urge to defecate.
"This is the so-called second 'coincidence.' Eating the cookies seemed perfectly normal, and even though the coffee contained medication, the president himself had been taking laxatives for hemorrhoids. Even if the police later found laxatives in the coffee and his system, they wouldn't see anything wrong; they'd simply assume he put the laxatives in the coffee for easier consumption."
Inspector Megure was ashamed when he heard this: Indeed. However, he had never thought of testing the coffee cup and laxatives...
A police captain briefly fell into a guilty conscience.
The member with the headscarf beside him was listening attentively. He hadn't expected that all those seemingly unanswerable questions would actually be answered. However, there was one thing left...
He was terrified. "You and those two kids went to the restroom to pick up coins. You didn't touch the paper towel roll, so nothing happened. But I... I went into the restroom after Imai. If I had pooped instead of urinated, wouldn't I have been the one to get the poisoned paper core?"
Jiang Xia looked at the drink bottle in his hand and said, "You like drinking drinks very much, so when you eat, your left hand will always hold the drink and can't touch your mouth.
"Also, when you were eating the burger just now, you didn't pick it up directly. Instead, you used the packaging to support your hand. This plan is not suitable for plotting against you.
"Of course, since you weren't the murderer's target, things wouldn't have gotten to that point. If you had really replaced the poisoned paper core, the murderer would have simply handed you a wet wipe and told you to wipe your hands before eating.
"And he will give up this opportunity and wait for the next time the president wants to eat a hamburger."
"So that's it!" Inspector Megure felt relieved: this puzzling poisoning case was finally coming to an end.
But there was one more thing. He turned to his subordinates and said, "Go find the poison paper core that the deceased brought out."
"Um..." The turbaned office worker pointed to an inconspicuous trash can in the corner, "The president usually throws the used paper refills there."
Inspector Megure followed his direction, walked over and took a look, and sure enough, he saw a brown paper core lying quietly on a pile of garbage.
He immediately called out, "Where are the forensic experts? Take this away and inspect it! Also..."
Faced with the finishing touches he was best at, the inspector finally regained some of his focus. "This paper wick isn't too small. The murderer probably didn't apply the poison first and then bring it here. He probably brought the poison here first, then went into the restroom and applied it on a paper wick... If that's the case, there should be a container of poison at the scene."
Huiyuan Ai touched the pile of things she had just stuffed into her coat, wanting only to go home and check. After hesitating for a moment, she said, "Let's go to the kitchen and check the sink. If it were me, after applying the poison in the toilet, I would pretend to go to the kitchen to make coffee, and then stuff the container into the trash basket in the sink.
"It's dirty, smelly, and filled with damp garbage. No one in their right mind would even take a closer look. With any luck, someone will help get rid of this evidence soon."
Mop Head looked at her and listened to her childish voice, his expression suddenly becoming strange and complicated.
At this moment, the highly motivated Officer Gao Mu rushed into the kitchen. His cheerful voice soon rang out from the kitchen: "Mr. Jiang Xia, there is indeed a suspicious plastic bag here!"
As he spoke, he carefully took out the wet and slightly smelly bag and stuffed it into another evidence bag.
Inspector Megure pinched his nose, took it, and looked at the mop-headed man beside him: "Do you have anything else to say? If we detect poison and your fingerprints from it, you may not have to say some things."
The mop-head was silent for a long time, then smiled in relief: "There are indeed fingerprints of mine on this bag - in order to seize every opportunity to kill the president, I have always carried it with me.
"At first I still remembered to wipe it, but then the longer I waited, the more numb I became... Haha, after all, I've wanted to kill him for more than 20 years."
This time, not only the police, but even his colleagues were stunned.
The turbaned office worker repeated in disbelief: "20 years ago?"
Yes, the mop-headed man revealed a look of reminiscence. "That was shortly after you came to our company. You should remember that I left here and started my own business, but I didn't work on my own for long before I returned to the company."
Hearing him talk about this, the middle-parted man suddenly remembered: "I remember when the president was chatting with us, he said that you started your own business, but you never achieved any success, so he was kind enough to take you in."
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