Chapters 3553 and 3565 [Vermouth the Absentee] Requesting monthly votes ヽ(〃〃)~
Seeing the awkward expression on Inspector Megure's face, Shirakawa Noriyuki understood the answer to the question, and he clenched his fist:
"What are you police officers doing?! The first attack has been reported for so long, yet you still haven't caught the culprit?!"
"If that thug had been caught sooner, Duohui wouldn't have ended up like this! — Her death is all your fault! You bunch of good-for-nothings!"
Seeing that he was going too far, his confidante quickly stopped him: "Ji Zhi, calm down!"
Inspector Megure wasn't angry. He listened to these familiar curses, stood there stunned, and a beautiful, young face quietly surfaced in his memory.
It was a long-haired high school girl, holding her friend's body, tears welling in her eyes, angrily cursing:
"waste!"
"Useless thing!"
"You police officers are a bunch of good-for-nothings!"
After a while, the expression on his face gradually turned into an arrogant smile: "What's so surprising? Didn't you hear me? I'm going to be the bait."
Later, as he picked up the high school girl, her head covered in blood, she muttered intermittently, "It didn't go as smoothly as in the movies..."
"..." Inspector Megure hissed and covered his head with his hat.
Jiang Xia turned to look at him: "What's wrong?"
Her confidante was also startled. Criticizing the police was one thing, but if she actually angered these busy civil servants to the point of sudden death, it would be a real problem. She quickly apologized on behalf of Shirakawa Noriyuki.
"Ji Zhi only said those harsh words because he was overwhelmed with grief... Please don't take those words to heart. We know you have done your best."
Inspector Megure shook his head wearily and said, "It's nothing, and he wasn't wrong."
Noriyuki Shirakawa snorted and turned his head away.
Seeing that he still looked unconvinced, his confidante tugged at him and said to Inspector Megure, "I'll take Noriyuki over there to calm him down. Call me if you need anything."
Inspector Megure nodded.
Seeing this, President Shirakawa also packed his bags and left.
The remaining security guard hesitated before speaking, "Then I'll go back to work too. You know, our boss is quite strict..."
Inspector Megure waved his hand: "Go ahead. But don't leave this building yet. We'll contact you again if anything comes up."
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After the four suspects left, Miwako Sato sighed in frustration.
She whispered to Jiang Xia, "The other three people are all quite different in height from the 'just over 1.5 meters' description. Only the club president matches the suspect's height, but..."
She raised her hand and gestured a circle: "The president has a big beer belly, but according to the victim, the murderer's body shape is very balanced, neither too fat nor too thin—in other words, in terms of body shape alone, none of these four people seem like suspects in the murder of this woman."
Jiang Xia flipped through the three photos of the victims: "Were all three of them around 1.5 meters tall when they saw the attacker?"
"That's not it." Officer Takagi recalled:
"Only the first and third victims said this. As for the second victim, Ms. Endo, she was attacked from behind by the murderer. I heard that she fainted on the spot. When she woke up, a passerby had already called the police for her, so she did not see what the assailant looked like."
Officer Sato thought of something more: "You think the height of the attacker they provided is inaccurate? But the two victims both said that the attacker was about the same height as them, so after their injuries healed, we immediately asked them to come to the Metropolitan Police Department to have their height measured."
She flipped through the files: "The first victim's height is 151cm, and the third victim's height is 153cm, which is not much different. Their initial testimonies were independent of each other and would not affect each other. After their heights were measured, the accuracy of this clue was further verified, so this statement was ultimately adopted by us."
Beside him, Kogoro Mouri wasn't thinking so much. He was trying to find a shortcut: "Ran, think again. Did you really not see any suspicious people at the time? -- If you did see them, then we could arrest them directly!"
Vermouth adjusted the earpiece connected to her, her eye twitching slightly: "..." What is this father expecting? If Anegl saw the murderer, it means the murderer must have seen her too... Then the noise that Uzo gave her during the live stream was not just a scream, but a more terrifying scene of silencing her.
Recalling how Uzo had pinned her down in the sushi restaurant, leaving her helpless to hear her beloved child scream in danger, Vermouth felt a throbbing in her veins and pressed her temples in exasperation.
On the other hand, the person involved didn't think that much about it.
“Really, no.” Ran Mouri sighed, then, remembering something, she raised a hand to cover her eyes, mustered her courage to peek at the horrific corpse through her fingers, and said, “Compared to this… I feel like this corpse looks a little strange.”
Sonoko Suzuki was also deep in thought when she heard this. She exclaimed in surprise, "Actually, I also feel that something's wrong with this corpse! I thought I was just overthinking it again, but I didn't expect you to feel the same way, Ran!"
Kogoro Mouri scratched his head, "Stop beating around the bush, what's wrong? Tell me in detail."
“I can’t quite put my finger on it.” Sonoko Suzuki shook her head solemnly. “There’s just a vague sense of something being off, like something’s missing about her.”
Ran Mouri nodded like a chick pecking at rice: "That's right!"
The clear voices of the two high school girls were transmitted to Vermouth's earpiece through the listening device she had placed nearby.
Listening to this conversation, one of the officials shook his head wearily.
“Remember it quickly,” Vermouth sighed silently. “If you really can’t remember, then don’t say such dangerous things.”
Otherwise, when a flash of inspiration finally comes to mind and she remembers that "sense of incongruity," that's when the murderer suddenly appears and silences her—Vermouth has already read countless scripts like this, whether during her time as a former Best Actress or during her time as "Dr. Araide," when she began to bury herself in reading Uzo's scripts.
Just as I was secretly worrying about Angel, a voice came from the side.
"Hmm? The uniform you're wearing is the staff uniform at my son's restaurant, isn't it?"
The short, stocky president of the company, Shirakawa, passed by and looked at the strangely behaving "waiter" with suspicion: "What are you doing hiding here? Trying to slack off? -- It's not time to leave work yet!"
Been engrossed in eavesdropping and not paying much attention to her surroundings, Vermouth was speechless.
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