"Four kilometers?" Xiao Lin murmured and repeated, his eyes becoming hot, "That's enough. It shouldn't take long for the ambulance to arrive. Go and prepare a clean spoonful of salt and an unused injection needle."

"Syringes and needles?" Sakaguchi Yuka, a slightly fat middle-aged woman, tried to remember, "There seems to be one on the first floor, but it has been there for a long time."

"Then use boiling hot water to disinfect," Yukito Shimada patted her shoulder, "Mrs. Sakaguchi, without further ado, let me go to the kitchen on the first floor with you. I still roughly know the ratio of salt to water!"

"Thank you so much, Shimada-kun!" Sakaguchi Yuka, who had been helpless, had big tears in her eyes, and the two of them hurried downstairs to prepare the saline solution for injection.

Professor Kobayashi didn't have time to appreciate Shimada's behavior of "drawing his sword to help". He directed the boy opposite and shouted: "Saki, please help lift Yako's limbs and apply downward pressure to the abdominal cavity. This will help stimulate the heart!"

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"Okay!" Saaki, who was worried about not being able to help Yako, quickly agreed, but when Professor Kobayashi was about to move Yako's body, he looked at the silver Colt pistol that Yako was holding in her right hand, paused for a moment, and then neatly removed her shorts.

He took out the rubber gloves from his pocket and said, "Let me put it away first. The fingerprint information on it is more important and cannot be touched by unrelated persons. In addition..."

He shouted to Kaoru Nagasaki outside the door: "Nagasaki-san, didn't you bring a camera? Go get it and take some photos of the scene for your records."

"Yeah!!" Nagasaki Kaoru, who was commanded by Sagi, seemed to be full of chicken blood. He shook his long black hair and ran to his room.

Xiaolin looked at the high school student who was giving orders. He didn't look shy at all. It was obviously not the first time he had faced this situation. The scene in front of him seemed to make him sure that the other person was a high school detective.

Then what is the purpose of the other party refusing to acknowledge this matter in the afternoon?

Saoki didn't have time to care about other people's thoughts. Time is money. He quickly put on rubber gloves. In order to reduce the contact area as much as possible, he gently opened the fingers of Yako's right hand with one hand. As he thought, the opponent's grip was not very tight.

Tightly. Then he carefully took the muzzle of the pistol out of her palm and put it into the box in the half-open drawer.

"What's the situation now? Is Ms. Yako still alive?" After completing the task, Kindaichi wore a pair of shorts and crawled back to the room on the second floor with bare feet and panting.

Sagi and Ide Kobayashi stood on both sides of the bed, one holding and lifting Ishihara Yako's legs, the other half holding Yako's upper body and raising her arms.

"Kindaichi-kun..." Beads of sweat continued to form on Sagi's forehead, which was supporting most of Yako's weight. "Ms. Yako is still alive, but she is in a critical situation. Please go downstairs and call back. Tell the patient that she is too frightened and has heart failure. Please call the other party.

Be sure to prepare relevant first aid equipment, otherwise the day lilies will be cold when they are sent to the hospital for treatment..."

"This..." Kindaichi felt dizzy, stepped on his left foot with his right foot, and complained softly, "Do you want to go down? Can you let me wear a pair of shoes?"

"Here you go!!" Zuomu said nothing, took off his slippers and kicked them over.

"Okay!" Kindaichi put on the rubber slippers that were a little wet (because Sagi's soles were sweaty due to nervousness) with a look of disgust on his face. He turned around and was about to run back to the living room downstairs, but suddenly stopped and asked.

, “Do you want to call the police?”

From the incident to the present, he had no time to observe the situation at the scene, but he believed in Saoki.

The latter sighed for a moment, nodded and said: "Call the police! This is by no means a simple frightening incident!"

As soon as these words came out, Xiaolin Yide, who was opposite him, couldn't help but be dubious, and secretly cursed in his heart, "How did he judge it? Judging from the scene, it was clearly Yako. She took out the pistol in the drawer and designed it out of the window because of fright."

A few minutes later, Shimada Yukito returned to Ms. Yako's room with the injection needle and syringe that had been sterilized with boiling water. He prepared the saline solution in the syringe by himself.

Sagi and Kobayashi Yide gently lowered Ishihara Yako's body.

Shimada, who was wearing a peaked cap, pushed the syringe gently, and a small amount of salt water "sizzled" out of the top of the silver needle.

Xiaolin Yide took the syringe he handed over, thanked him briefly, and then raised Mizi's exposed left arm to search for a subcutaneous vein for injection.

"No one has left this villa yet, right?" Sagi and Shimada stood together when they were free. There were only the two of them in the room, Ide Kobayashi, and Kaoru Nagasaki, who was taking photos carefully according to Sagi's instructions.

"No, I asked Sakaguchi Yukari to keep an eye on her secretly. Originally, I planned to run away early tomorrow morning, but now it's better. After such a big incident, I can't leave even if I want to." Yukito Shimada smiled bitterly.

We don’t know the truth at the moment. If Ishihara Yako dies and the police launch an investigation, everyone living in the villa tonight will be a suspect. So it is impossible to disappear at this juncture, and they will definitely be treated as the first suspect.

of.

Shiaki Ishihara, wearing a blue and white striped patient uniform, leaned against the wall outside the door, watching with interest the two people who seemed to be familiar with each other as they talked to each other.

Saiki and Shimada did not shy away from it. The life and death of their employer was unknown, and the secret investigation they had commissioned was put on hold indefinitely. Even if his relationship with Shimada was made public, it would not matter.

"Did Yako Ishihara shoot herself because she was frightened?" Shimada, who was not able to see the details at the first time, asked.

"No, this is an illusion created by someone." Zuomu shook his head in denial without hesitation.

"How can I see it?"

"First of all, her grip was not tight. Secondly, it was not easy for a weak woman to control the recoil of the revolver and shoot it onto the opposite glass in an extremely frightened state. If she

I could accept it if she fell to the left edge of the bed, fell on the bedside table, or even fell to the ground. But her body happened to fall to the right, which was the general direction of her shooting."

"Well, that makes sense. From this point of view, it looks very much like someone holding her hand on the left side of the bed and shooting, and then gently pushing the fainted Yako aside." Shimada thought for a moment and gave the answer.

A reasonable explanation.

"This is one of the possibilities," Sasuke continued, holding his ink umbrella. "It is also possible that the criminal fired the gun himself and then stuffed it into her hand; or the criminal carried another pistol and fired a shot, and then took out the pistol from the drawer.

Put it into Ishihara Yako's hands to create an illusion."

"Pah..." Shimada flicked the brim of his peaked cap and agreed: "It seems that there are mainly three possibilities. In any case, the criminals are very familiar with this place. There is even a revolver hidden in the drawer of this room.
Chapter completed!