The Mumu Police Department was startled. Looking at this young man who jumped out on his own initiative, his eyes gradually became suspicious: "You can actually be accurate to the minute. You are very powerful."
The director of the cinema noticed his suspicion of the male college student and quickly smoothed things over: "Mr. Ide is a fan of special effects movies and is more familiar with movies than we are. It's normal for him to remember the time at that time."
The Mumu Police Department secretly glanced at Jiang Xia.
Seeing that Jiang Xia seemed to be still waiting for clues and did not doubt the male college student's intentions, he nodded calmly and did not hold on to the student.
He asked someone to ask with the newly obtained time. Not long after, a young police officer ran back with a notebook: "Police Department! We got the testimony provided by the ticket office - around the time of death of the deceased, there were only
Jiang Xia and those children, three employees of the theater, and a male college student who often comes here. In addition..."
He hesitated and said, "Ten minutes later, three people left the theater in a hurry."
"Oh?!" When the Mumu Police Department heard the word "hurry", the police instinct engraved in his DNA was activated. He wanted to wave his hand and immediately ask his subordinates to capture the three people for questioning.
But soon, he remembered something, sighed again, and waved his hand: "First, focus on investigating the theater."
Countless witnesses have confirmed that the shadow on the screen appeared at 12:44: This shows that the murderer hung the person at this time to block the projection. Moreover, after turning on the light, the hanging body was still shaking slightly.
, which further proves that the murderer did not leave too far at that time, otherwise the body would have been still.
So anyone who left the theater after that would naturally be free of suspicion.
Elementary school girl: “!”
The police department was not convinced, but suddenly, I remembered a case that Jiang Xia helped another policeman solve when he was traveling. The murderer outside seemed to have thought of using similar techniques.
My eyes suddenly sharpened: "Yes, that camera has the function of recording the shooting time, and I heard that he will often come to that theater in the future - he can't take bad photos at other times in advance, and then fake it.
Say it was taken today."
Let's screen it from inside the theater. Anyway, there are only 4 people besides Jiang Xia. I'm very satisfied with that kind of number of people.
When the conductor sister heard that I had taken everyone out of the theater, she was immediately moved and helped each other: "Can you prove that Mr. Furukashi is innocent! The time they mentioned is not when the body is blocking the screen. You are doing something bad."
I left the screening room to deliver lunch and tea to Mr. Furuhashi. I was busy working at the time and never left."
The female primary school student was stunned.
What if I want to say...
Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya was ready to make a move, but he was worried that if he just made empty claims, he would be regarded as making trouble, and he would be temporarily fooled.
The Memu Police Department nodded and accepted that statement.
Hearing this, Jiang Xia came over and was still talking. The conductor sister couldn't help but said: "Why do you have to be the one who committed the murder? Could it be that this disgusting guy hanged himself?"
The police department also came over. As soon as I finished, I felt that the female elementary school student who could accurately remember the time of death was very suspicious: "But it was just a still photo, and his seat was very far forward. He couldn't hang me before he rushed.
Go under the seat and take pictures in front of you.”
What was taken outside was a close-up of the big elf comforting Gomera. The beautiful elf opened his arms towards the screen. It was supposed to be a pleasing picture, but unfortunately the whole picture was half blocked by a white shadow - from the shape
From the looks of it, the white shadow should be the skull of the deceased and a length of rope extending from the bottom of the head.
However, not a single college student next to him pricked up his ears.
The projectionist also said: "Look at you guys, the curator has to use a cane to walk, the conductor is so tired even lifting a box of snacks, Mr. Ide is as thin as a stick, how can he not have the strength to move this guy?"
hang up.
Female primary school student: "..." It's strange that the police officers wanted to listen to the detectives.
Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya: "..." In my impression, no couple was really scared away by the deceased, but... what about this person I met when I went to the toilet?
Jiang Xia walked over and looked at the camera image I called up.
If I remember correctly, this woman who was dressed in white and carried a hat and sunglasses, who looked very much like Xiao Haodan, did not come into contact with the deceased at all, but turned around and ran away as soon as she left the door. The guy was obviously with other customers.
Too same.
The female primary school student was startled, and her calmness disappeared a little. I quickly added: "He can't turn back any more! All the photos were taken from the same angle. Your camera is older. Does it have an automatic continuous shooting function?"
, and even more remote control - those photos are enough to prove that you stayed under the seat at that time!"
The Mumu Police Department touched his chin: "The two of them can be ruled out as suspects. The only suspects left are the director and the primary school student outside the screening room... You understand!"
I wasn't panicking at all, so I laughed warmly and took out my precious digital camera: "Don't rush to conclusions like that, you weren't there to prove it."
The chief police officer nodded: "Before the movie ended, the ticket seller had been standing outside the small passage inside the small door - by the way, the lady also said that the deceased often came to that theater to cause trouble, and every time I came he would
There were very few spectators rushing in, so the eight customers who ran out at that time must have been the same."
Didn't the policeman look so mean and fooling just now? Why did he suddenly become so conceited when he arrived?
I pushed up my glasses and couldn't help but glance at Jiang Xia a few more times: No wonder I can control a group of scary eighty-one-year-old kids - even the police obeyed my words, how can a private detective's words be so effective?
The eyes of the Mumu Police Department swept over the theater director, the saleswoman, the projectionist, and this female elementary school student who was more familiar with the theater than the employees. Under the relaxed eyes of the seven people, they said calmly: "Brother Sun He, what does he think?"
Compared with my entanglement, the police's target next to me was less clear.
Thinking of that, the Mumu Police Department confirmed to the senior police officer: "Is the testimony reliable?"
I looked at these two people: "Although they seem to be weak, they are still two women after all. As long as they work together, it will be difficult for them to hang the deceased here together!"
"You are the only one who has no strength, but you stayed in the screening room during the screening and never went out. Excluding the seven of you, the truth will be obvious. Either this bastard committed suicide, or those big guys committed suicide."
The child and the detective killed each other - it's always possible that the detective killed someone, but if you tell me, it wasn't suicide."
At that moment, Sun He suddenly said: "That shouldn't be the new photo taken today. You are behind me. If you look at the shadows at the top of the photo, you and the children are actually in the photo."
I was confused for a moment.
For a moment, I felt that the golden light of merit and virtue was shining under the private detective.