Chapter 3405 3417 [The Temptation of Huiyuan Ai] Ask for monthly votes ()
On the platform.
One of the "suspects" disguised himself as a good citizen and ran to the toilet. Seeing this, the remaining three people immediately became dissatisfied.
The stylishly dressed woman with short hair frowned and said, "Why do you accuse me of being a murderer just based on the time I bought my ticket? I'm just used to buying round-trip tickets in advance, and I don't want to have to queue with so many people on the way back! After all, it's not my first time to watch a game, and I know exactly how many people will buy tickets on the way back."
The burly man with glasses said, "I feel the same way!"
Long-haired man: "Me too!"
"..." The fashionable woman glanced back at them. "So easy?" If she had known, she would have said less and let others fill in the rest.
This explanation sounded reasonable, but Inspector Megure felt something was amiss: "Among so many veteran fans, are you the only three who knew to buy tickets in advance?"
Jiang Xia withdrew his gaze from the restroom and said, "There are definitely more than these people, but others who bought tickets in advance can enter the station early and leave on the next train because they don't have to queue."
"That's right!" Inspector Megure's eyes became sharp again. He looked at the suspect in front of him, "Since the three of you bought tickets in advance, why didn't you take the previous bus instead of the one where the murder occurred?"
"That's why I just said that." The fashionable woman was a little irritable:
"I was sitting right in the stands, right in front of both Soul and Nova fans. After the game, I got into a fight with the Soul supporter next to me. By the time I got to the station, the previous bus had already left... Tsk, I should have argued with him for ten more minutes! It's annoying enough when the team loses, but to top it off, this kind of nasty thing happened."
"Is that so?" Inspector Megure stood across from her and could sense directly how upset she was. He quickly ended the conversation and turned to the next person. "What about you? Why didn't you take the previous bus?"
The burly, middle-aged man wearing glasses seemed much calmer. He chuckled and said, "Towards the end of the game, a colleague from my company called to say that the boss had discovered I'd skipped work. Then our boss snatched the phone from his hand and scolded me for a long time—so I didn't see the game-winning goal. By the time he finished, I'd run to the station and just caught this train... Oh, what a bad luck today."
Inspector Megure was suspicious: "Then why are you so happy?"
The middle-aged man's mouth curled up even higher: "Of course, although I was a little unlucky, the team I support won!"
"You!" The fashionable woman next to him glared at him.
Inspector Megure quickly left the Shura field and asked the last long-haired man: "What about you?"
The long-haired man wiped his eyes, his face filled with pain. "I never thought the Soul Team would win—Akagi dodged one defender after another, advancing continuously. Finally, he headed the ball into the net... The moment he scored, I felt like the sky was falling."
Inspector Megure asked in confusion: "What does this have to do with you being late for the bus?"
"How can this not matter?" the long-haired man was puzzled. "The team I support lost! I sat there for a long time before I could recover... If you don't watch the game, you don't understand this!"
Inspector Megure was speechless for a moment: "..." He watched the game until his eyes went dark. This fan was too emotional. Or did he secretly bet on the game somewhere and then lose?
Inspector Megure muttered to himself, then quickly put his chaotic thoughts aside and continued diligently helping Brother Jiang Xia collect materials for his answer: "Which train car were you in at the time?"
The fashionable woman snorted coldly: "Who can remember that? When you get to the station, just get on whichever car is parked in front of you."
The man with glasses realized something: "So, you don't even know if we were in the same car as the deceased, and yet you've labeled us suspects?"
"This..." Inspector Megure was sweating profusely and looked at Jiang Xia secretly.
As expected, Brother Jiang Xia never let down his guard. He said to the three suspects, "Although I'm not sure exactly which carriage you were in at the time, one thing is clear—you were in a packed and extremely crowded carriage, exactly the same as where the murder occurred."
He pointed at the fashionable woman and said, "There's a noticeable ring mark on the inside of your arm. It must have been left by you holding the bag on your shoulder with your right hand and pressing the opening with your left hand while you were riding in the car. If you hadn't been squeezed so tightly by the people around you the whole time, there wouldn't be such a mark."
He looked at the long-haired man again. "Similarly, there's a mark on this gentleman's right forearm from a watch strap. This must have been left when he stood with his arms folded across his chest."
"And this gentleman with glasses also has indentations from the bag on his palms. You probably couldn't find the pull tab, so you had to stand in the middle of the crowd holding the bag."
The man with glasses nodded: "Indeed..."
The fashionable woman also grumbled, "There are always thieves on crowded trains. I'm afraid of being robbed, so I can only stand like that."
Inspector Megure noticed something different at this time. He looked at the long-haired man in confusion: "What about you? Why don't you protect your bag?"
The long-haired man sighed, "I don't have anything valuable in my bag, and there are more people around, so there's more trouble. If I don't raise my hands, people will mistake me for a pervert on the train, and things will get really bad."
"Hmm..." Inspector Megure thought this was reasonable at one moment, then that was suspicious at another, and then it was completely the other way around.
After thinking for a moment, he sighed and said, "Anyway, let's go back to the scene of the crime first. Maybe once we get there, you'll be able to remember more details."
As he said this, he turned around and led everyone towards the carriage where the murder took place.
…
"A-choo!"
Dr. Agasa's house.
Conan rubbed his nose and glanced at his phone, feeling a little strange. "The game is almost over, right? Those three kids didn't chatter with me after watching the game. Are they still on their way home?"
When Huiyuan Ai heard this, she suddenly remembered something: Jiang Xia had just put down his motorcycle and went out with Mao Lilan. It looked like they were going somewhere quite far away. Calculating the time, would they just happen to run into some kids heading to the station after watching the game?
After thinking for a while, Huiyuan Ai opened Jiangxia's mailbox... then exited and sent a message to Yoshida Ayumi:
How was today's game?
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