Police Officer Takagi: "And according to the doctor, the deceased did plan to undergo heart surgery. They discussed it and will arrange a specific time for the operation after Taku Itakura finishes the work at hand."
"I see." Police Department Mumu sighed and shook his head, "If he had not paid so much attention to his work and had had the surgery a few days earlier, he might not have died. It seems that what happened today was a tragic accident."
Officer Takagi couldn't help but glance at Jiang Xia next to him: "..." Really, really?
The police department did not notice his gaze, and were still lamenting over the unlucky Juan Wang on the ground. They were also a bit sad: I heard that the deceased this time took on three jobs at the same time... This is so similar to myself who had three murders a day!
but……
The fat police officer touched his chin and was a little confused: "Looking at the condition of the body, he has been dead for a day or two - why hasn't the hotel found any problems for such a long time? Even the most ordinary hotels will clean them every day. Now this
A hotel of this caliber... shouldn’t be.”
When Mediterranean next to him heard this, he couldn't help but said: "Do you even need to ask? Itakura Taku hates others tampering with his things - he must have been scolded by hotel employees when they came to clean, so
In the future, employees will not dare to come.”
"That's right!" The fashionable young man felt the same way. "Once I accidentally knocked the documents on Itakura's desk a little bit askew, just a little bit." He stretched out two fingers and pinched it carefully.
"He actually got furious and scolded me head-on for more than ten minutes... Those who didn't know better thought I had knocked him over."
Mushroom Head also nodded, and the three clients who were always in tit-for-tat rarely reached an agreement in such a place: "And that guy doesn't really care about hygiene. He rarely even changes the sheets in his own home. How can he let the hotel staff do it every day?"
Come and change his sheets?"
"...Huh?" Megu Police Department instinctively remembered the notes at first, and then suddenly felt something was wrong, "Wait a minute, where did you come from, and why are you wandering around the crime scene?"
Jiang Xia looked at these clients who were huddled in the corner, and introduced to the Memu Police Department: "The three of them are the parties of the deceased. Because they discovered the disappearance of Mr. Itakura and came to me, we were able to do it so quickly
The body was found.”
When the Mumu Police Department heard this, the eyes he looked at the three clients suddenly became complicated: "It turns out that it was you who let him take on so many jobs..."
"Hey, what do you mean by that!" The clients suddenly felt aggrieved, "We didn't know he would take on so many jobs at the same time. If we knew, we wouldn't have hired him!"
Jiang Xia saw what the Memu Police Department was thinking: "It should be Mr. Itakura's own wish to take over the job, and now it seems that he did not die of a heart attack, but was murdered."
"Just..." Several clients agreed halfway, and suddenly felt something was wrong, "Conspiracy, murder?!"
Mumu Police Department also felt a thump in his heart: "Isn't it because of heart disease?"
Officer Takagi, who was eavesdropping with stunned ears: "..." I don't know why, but my hanging heart seems to have finally been relieved... It seems that the plan to have dinner with Officer Sato can be cancelled. Haha, in fact, he was not like that in the first place.
I wanted to have dinner with the lovely Police Officer Sato, but it would be embarrassing if I was rejected. I might as well miss the meal because I am busy with the murder case.
After thinking about it like this, Officer Takagi was still unwilling to accept it and said: "But he really looks like he committed suicide."
Jiang Xia pointed to the clean desk: "Although the deceased is lying on the ground now, when we arrived, he was actually foaming at the mouth and lying face down on the desk.
"If that was his posture when he died, there should be liquid flowing from his mouth on the table, but now, the tabletop is very clean."
"!" Police Department Megure ran to the table and took a look, "Really...wait, was there someone else present when he died and wiped away his saliva?"
The forensic doctor was startled: "Did the deceased lie on the table at first? That's very strange - you see, he is now covering his chest with his hands folded. If he died lying on the table, then his hands should be in his hands after death.
Just let it fall naturally.
"Unless when he died, his two hands happened to be sandwiched between his body and the edge of the table, and they remained in this position until he died stiff... But if so, there were no similar indentations on the backs of his hands."
Officer Takagi scratched his head: "In other words, the desk was not actually the place where the deceased died, but someone moved him here after his death?"
The forensic doctor also scratched his head: "But except for his hands, the rigor mortis in other parts of his body is very natural."
Officer Megure scratched his hat: "Could it be that someone tied Mr. Itakura to a stool, giving him a heart attack but unable to take medicine, and he could only die in this position at the table?"
Jiang Xia looked at the forensic doctor: "Are there any signs of being tied up on the deceased?"
"There were no rope marks." The forensic doctor shook his head, "But there were a lot of strange-shaped bruises on his body, which seemed to be caused by large-scale external compression."
"Large-scale oppression from the outside?" The two policemen were confused. "What do you mean?"
Conan couldn't help but tug at the blanket on the bed: "Oh, this blanket is so fluffy and tactile. Eh? Why is it a little wet? It's so weird!"
"..." Jiang Xia was silent for a moment because of his classmate's acting skills, but he still answered in a dignified manner, "It's really strange. Maybe the murderer also knew that rope binding would leave traces, so he wrapped Mr. Itakura tightly in a blanket first.
, and then wrap the tape around the outside of the blanket to secure it.”
Mumu Police Department suddenly discovered something. He squatted down and touched the table leg with his gloved hands: "I felt something was stuck on it just now, and now it is really sticky when I touch it - it seems that the murderer tied up the deceased after
, and also fixed the legs of the stool with tape to prevent the deceased from falling down with the stool when he struggled, so that he could only sit on the stool and die, in order to create the illusion of death from illness... How cruel."
Jiang Xia nodded and looked at Officer Takagi: "First ask the hotel staff to see who has been in contact with the deceased in the past few days." - It would be better if some shady boss who was secretly observing could be found.
Officer Takagi nodded and ran away quickly.
At this time, the Mediterranean client thought of something and moved to Jiang Xia's side and whispered: "Well, I didn't pretend to be Mr. Itakura before and called the front desk to tell me that I was the one who borrowed three chess games at the same time. I wanted to use this to trick him.
Can you give me Mr. Itakura's room number?
“After I learned that Itakura Taku lived in Room 2004, in order to avoid alerting others, I said that I had already connected the landline line so that they would not have to repair it.
"The lady at the front desk couldn't help but laugh and muttered, 'Why is it like this again?'
