The girl with heavy makeup screamed immediately.

There was an explosion inside the bus, and people who were close to the body took a step back.

The yellow-haired young man was so frightened that his face turned ashen.

"It's none of my business, so I just kicked her twice. It's not me!" He wrung his hands together tightly, turned around and hugged the girl with heavy makeup behind him, his body trembling with fear.

Zuomu glanced at the deceased's outturned palm. There were several blood stains on the fingertips and palm surface that had solidified or were solidifying, and there were signs of gradual swelling.

"It's probably murder!" Saoki raised his hands and shouted at the people nearby: "Don't get close to the deceased. Stand in two rows, conductor?"

Perhaps the incident happened suddenly, and everyone's nerves were still tense. And Saoki's words contained a certain kind of majesty, so no one came out to question the gesticulating behavior of a high school student for the time being.

The tall and thin conductor came over and asked Saoki quietly: "Is there anything I can do?"

"Ask the driver to stop nearby, get out of the car and find the nearest phone box to notify the police!"

"good!"

He ran to the front and shouted: "Yanqi, stop the car quickly. Someone seems to be dead. I'll notify the police."

"What? Sudden death from a heart attack?"

"I heard that high school student said it was a homicide! I'm not sure."

"Homicide?" Yan Qi's hand slipped and he turned the steering wheel half a circle more. After regaining consciousness, he straightened the steering wheel and said in surprise: "High school student?"

As soon as the car stopped and the front door opened with a bang, the conductor lowered the brim of his hat and quickly got out of the car to do business.

"Driver, I have something urgent, can you leave first?" The round-faced man directly asked the driver in formal attire.

Looking at the vicissitudes of life, the middle-aged man put his watch in front of the driver and said eagerly: "Me too, my son has his birthday tonight, and I want to go back early to celebrate his birthday."

Seeing this situation, Zuomu walked to the front in three steps at a time and said in an unquestionable tone: "Master driver, please close the door and don't let anyone leave."

The middle-aged man widened his glasses and raised his throat, "Why are we locked up here? Who do you think you are?"

Saoki was not affected by his emotions. He raised his hand to block the spittle that came directly in front of him, and replied calmly: "I am a detective. There is a deceased person lying on the floor. The cause of death is probably poisoning. Although the method of poisoning is unknown, the connection

There was nothing unusual about him before he got in the car. It is very likely that he was poisoned after he got in the car. You two are going to leave. The police will come in a while. I will tell the truth and you will bear the consequences!"

"Uh..." The two of them looked at each other in silence. They didn't mention getting off the bus anymore and returned to their seats dejectedly.

A few minutes later, the conductor, who was tall and thin and had freckles on his face, returned to the bus panting heavily. The rain outside had lightened up a lot, but his hat was still soaked by the rain and became extremely discolored.

deep.

"Bang!" The orange car door closed again.

People holding various umbrellas gradually gathered outside the bus parked on the road. The expressions on their faces were only one of curiosity.

About fifteen minutes later, several police cars roared over and the rain gradually stopped.

A group of police officers handling the case pushed aside the crowd gathered outside the bus, knocked on the transparent glass of the door with their fists, and signaled the driver to open the front door.

Driver Iwasaki straightened his clothes, stood up and pressed the button.

As soon as the car door opened, a burly police officer stepped into the car. The one leading the way was the sword-wielding Yong, who was wearing a gray and blue police uniform and was resolute.

He walked quickly to the body, took out his leather notebook and black pen, looked around hastily, and asked:

"Who discovered it first?"

"Uncle Sword Holder!"

Kenmochi Yong's brows furrowed, "This familiar voice," he tilted his head to follow the sound, "Samu-san? Why didn't I tell you at first glance that you changed your hairstyle and glasses?"

"Um!"

"What's going on here? Do you know?"

"The exact time of death was around 7:10, and the first person to notice the situation should be this young man with yellow hair." Saoki raised his glasses and pointed his nose at the bad young man, "After confirming that the deceased was dead, I

, let them line up on both sides and not let them get close to the body!"

"You did a good job. I'll ask him first, by the way," Jianchi Police Department asked sternly, "Has anyone gotten off the bus after the accident?"

"No, but two gentlemen wanted to get out of the car, but I stopped them."

Raising his eyebrows, Jian Zhiyong looked unkind and asked: "Which two?"

"The two people near the front door!"

Hearing this, the round-faced young man wiped away his sweat and tried his best to defend himself: "Officer, I really got out of the car because I really had something to do!"

"Wait until I ask you about the specific situation!"

The young man smiled awkwardly.

After finishing speaking, he turned around and called to his colleagues in the forensics department to inspect Hatakeyo's body, "Please do a preliminary inspection."

The beautiful forensic doctor wearing a mask put on white gloves and responded: "Well, no problem!"

He arranged for two other colleagues to investigate and inquire from the front and rear of the car.

"come here!"

It seemed that the darker-skinned police officer spotted him, and Huang Mao immediately walked over in despair.

Jian Chiyong glanced at him up and down and asked: "Name?"

"Seita...Seita Ichigo!"

"age?"

"23...24,24!"

"Think it through before answering. Which station did you get on the bus at?"

“Koishikawa Korakuen Station.”

"Samu, at which station did the deceased get on the train?"

Saoki leaned against the back door, folded his hands on his chest, and thought for a moment: "It's the same station, and according to my estimation, about two-thirds of the people on this bus are from this station.

including me!"

"Well," Kenmochi Isamu continued to ask Seita Ichigo, "What is your relationship with the deceased?"

Huang Mao shook his head like a rattle and said, "Officer, I don't know him! I've never seen this person before today. I'm quite unlucky actually..."

Some people who didn't mind the matter booed: "He kicked the deceased several times!"

"Hey," Seita Ichigo stretched out his hand, revealing the tattoo on his forearm, pointing at the speaker, and was about to say a few threatening words.

The not-thick fingers were tightly grasped by the expressionless sword-wielding police officer, who said, "Tell me if you have anything to say. Is this the case?"

Huang Mao was in pain, and retracted his hand as fast as lightning, and said tremblingly: "Yes... yes, but I didn't know about it at the time! How did I know that he..." His peripheral vision caught Hatake Dai staring like a dead fish.

With his eyes closed, he swallowed quietly, "He is about to die..."

Jian Chiyong made no secret of his disgust and spoke too quickly: "Tell me the cause and process in detail."

"Where should I start?" Huang Mao scratched his head, "After I got on the train at Koishikawa Korakuen Station, I kept chatting with my girlfriend Keiko."

"Where's the green-haired one? Is he with you?" Jianchiyong glanced sideways at Xiao Sheng, who had green hair.

"You said Xiao Sheng, he is also my friend."

"What was your positional relationship with the deceased at that time?"
Chapter completed!