"While asking Uncle Jianji to find someone to test five gloves, I also ordered him to ask someone to check the police's call records and determine which telephone booth you called them from. After that, I sent someone to conduct a carpet search along the way from here to the telephone booth. Fortunately, it took only five minutes to go back and forth, and I thought the range of activities would not be too large. So,

"Now, do you have anything else to say?" Saki walked to Yuta Shishima without realizing it.

Shishima Yuta, whose eyes were scattered, stood there like wood, and I don’t know what he was thinking.

After waiting for a while, seeing that Shishima Yuta still didn't say anything, Saki began to say again: "Then I'll review it, and hear if there is anything wrong!

"This case is by no means evident on a whim by the ingeniously crafted weapon.

"At first, you're just a ticket seller who does some chores on the bus year after year, day after day, and of course, the exact time of employment is three years and five months."

"The police's actions... are really fast." Shishima Yuto said weakly.

"Maybe a few weeks ago, or a month or two ago, you first met the victim on the bus on this line. After all, Hashiki failed to invest on his behalf, and his car was mortgaged and he could only take a cheap green bus.

"For some reason, I guess it's revenge, Hakiyo is on your list of sure kills. So you start thinking about a steady killing method that will give you enough way out!

"Poison! It's indeed a good choice. Just wait quietly for the other party to trigger the "trap" to die, but how to poison it? The opportunity for the other party to get in the heart is that you can only get intimate when you get in the car, and don't trigger the "trap" immediately. The way to poison must be cleverly hidden...

"Then you designed this kind of exquisitely conceived weapon. The materials and poisons of the weapon are easily found in daily life, so it will not be easy to leave any clues.

"After the weapon is made, it will take time. With your years of experience in the job, the normal weather is, although it is the peak hours of get off work, the orderly queue up will still cause your movements to be accidentally seen by others, so it must be rainy days, preferably rainy rain!

"I guess, during this period of time, you should have paid attention to the weather forecast. As long as you know it will rain the next day, you wrap the weapon with paper or cloth and bring it with you... As soon as the victim gets in the car and the scene is chaotic, you will immediately start.

"It just so happens that today is your ideal opportunity!"

Shijima Yuta opened his mouth slightly throughout the whole process. At the end of hearing, his head turned to one side, his arm hooked on the metal pole, and said bitterly: "It's a pity that I met you!"

Saki looked complicated, "As a ticket seller, once you commit a murder case, whether you volunteer or call someone else, you are the best person to get off the car and contact the police. At this time, you just need to dispose of the gloves stained with nicotine, and wait until the sanitation vehicle clears the garbage in the transfer trash can the next day, the most critical evidence will disappear in the vast sea of ​​garbage. At this time, you put on the new gloves prepared in advance and return to the car openly. Then you will be "clean"!

"If... if... if I hadn't proved that the deceased's pocket had no weapon before getting on the car, the police had no results in the investigation in the car, so they could only turn the direction of solving the case to the people or things that Hashikiyo had contacted along the way from the company to Koishikawa Gorakuen Station, and then they would have gone to a dead end."

Jian Chiyong felt scared and glanced at Saki Ryuta's back, thinking: "If Saki hadn't been here, the case could not be solved tonight, the day of solving the case would be long gone."

Saki looked regretful, his old-fashioned tone was slightly different from his tender face. "It's a seamless plan. Maybe there's a coincidence, but you're really smart and patient. You shouldn't have gone to the dark side of this road..."

He bit his lips tightly and his freckled face, Shima Yuta finally let go, his voice as if he was spinning in a jar, "Yes, I put the weapon in Hashiki's pocket!"

"It's really you, you too, why do you do this?" Iwaki, a driver who is close to Shishima, asked in confusion. He was older and had a few silver hairs. He always regarded Shishima as his junior.

Jian Chiyong, who was standing behind, finally breathed a sigh of relief and slowly relaxed his fist that had been clenched.

Shima ignored Ionqi's words and said to himself: "A month ago, I saw the man again on the bus. He didn't recognize me, but I was stunned for ten seconds.

Shijima's expression seemed to be recalling, "It's normal for him not to recognize me. After all, I was in the fifth grade of primary school when I met last time."

"My family used to run a small company. My father started running this screw factory since Showa forty-five years, and was forced to go bankrupt by his colleagues.

His hands were tightly clutching the metal pole, his fingernails were snatching hard on the silver surface, and his words were full of hatred, "That day, Haki Dai came to my house on behalf of the Industrial Central Bank. His father kept kneeling and kowtowing and begging people, shouting: 'I'll find a way for a few more days!', over and over again, the kowtowed and swollen, but the man was reluctant to take this risk, and he still insisted on taking back the bank loan, even..."

Shishima was too gritted, and tears flowed out of his red eyes, "I also spoke ill of harsh words to insult my father... My father rushed forward and hugged his legs and begged him. He kicked my father viciously in the face!

"In the end, when he drove away and saw no hope, his father hanged himself in the computer room where he had worked all his life...

Shima Yuta slowly slid from the metal pole and knelt on the ground. He took off his flight attendant's hat and held it tightly in his hand. Tears dripped from his cheeks wet his fists. "And my mother, who has suffered great grief, asked more than a dozen banks to find loans to raise me and took the factory from her father. However, overwork became ill. Six years later, she, who was 50 years old, left me forever... You say, how could I forget this man!"

"Oh, the bank puts umbrellas on sunny days and collects umbrellas on rainy days. This is indeed a lot of behaviors." Saki, who had a sad face, sniffed and sighed, "But if your parents know about it underground, they don't want their only hope that you will twist your heart because of hatred!"

"I'm sorry for them, but I... but I just want to do this, I just want to do something for my deceased parents...ah!" Shima Yuta let go completely and burst into tears.

All the passengers were silent.
Chapter completed!