Jiang Xia closed the mailbox, looked at the three sports stars who were negotiating with the police, and walked over to the Otaki Police Department and said: "These three gentlemen had enough time to move around just now. Even if there is any evidence, it is definitely not with them now."
, it’s okay to let them go back to rest.”
Officer Otaki: "..." Wait, do you mean they have done something secretly behind the police's back?
Before asking, the Tokyo detective whispered again: "Compared with this case that is about to be solved, I think the extra gun is more important to people."
Otaki Police Department: "!"
He heard what Jiang Xia meant: Yes, why are there two guns in the hotel?
One of them was found in the hotel room, and it was probably the murder weapon that killed the American reporter... What about the other one? What about the gun stuck behind the table?
"Is there an attempted murderer hidden in this venue?"
Thinking of this, the expression of the Otaki Police Department suddenly became serious.
After appreciating what Jiang Xia had just said, he turned around and let the three sports stars go back to the room to rest. Then he whispered to Jiang Xia and Hattori Heiji: "I will go and screen for other guests, and these three sports stars will be left to you.
"
…
As soon as the three sports stars walked to the door, they felt someone following them.
They turned around and found the two high school detectives.
Jiang Xia looked at Ray Katis: "Regarding the case of the American journalist who was shot dead, we have something to ask you for help."
Ray Katis was stunned: "Me?"
"That's right." Hattori Heiji said meaningfully, "Don't you want to solve the case as soon as possible?"
Ray Katis straightened his expression and spoke in half-familiar Japanese: "Oh, of course I hope the case will be solved soon. Tell me, how can I help?"
Jiang Xia pointed to the hotel room: "In the room in the lower right corner of the building, which is the last room you were in charge of before the gunshot, one of your fans is waiting for you - he said he has something to say to you."
"My fans?" Ray Katis was a little unsure of the methods of these detectives, but curiosity and a hint of guilt finally made him nod, "Okay, I'll be there right away."
…
Ray Katis walked toward the empty hotel building alone.
Vodka looked at this scene and was silent for a moment.
"Xiao Yinbi ran upstairs just now, and Ray Katis is going there now...are these two going to have some fateful 1v1 showdown?"
Suddenly, a scene unfolded in the mind of this imaginative cadre:
Conan shrank in the corner of the room with a horrified expression, while a demonic shadow blocked in front of him, smiling and saying to him: "People who embark on this path should not have weaknesses. You can only choose one career or idol - go ahead.
, personally cut off those hobbies you shouldn’t have, and let me see your determination to grow."
No--!
After a while, I felt suffocated by the vodka.
"To have a boss like this at such a young age, that little Yinbi is really pitiful."
Vodka muttered in his heart: "My eldest brother turned a blind eye to my pursuit of stars, but Uzo was so strict. Fortunately, that guy was younger than me, and it wasn't too early to show off his talents - otherwise, what if
With such a boss, my Miss Yoko and I would have already..."
"Mr. Yamada?" Yoko Kinoshita glanced at him, becoming increasingly worried, "You look really bad - why don't I ask Jiang Xia to tell the police department and send you to the hospital first?"
"..."
Vodka's face suddenly turned even darker: Do you really have to mention him in every sentence? - Miss Yoko, please wake up! That's not a "kind and growing high school student", that's a person in human skin
A terrible demon, and he also opposes his subordinates’ pursuit of stars!
…
When a groupie tries to convince his idol to return from his lost ways.
On the other side, in a hotel room, another groupie was doing something similar.
——Ray Carters followed the directions of the two high school detectives, walked along the stairs, and walked towards the room in the lower right corner of the building.
Before he could reach all the steps, he looked at the scene in front of him and blurted out "Oh my god".
——The lights in that room were turned off, but the door was open. At this time, a long wooden board and a mop were standing sideways at the door.
At first glance, this scene seemed a bit messy, but Ray Katis suddenly realized something, and his expression suddenly changed.
He strode to the door, looked at the door that had been tampered with like this, and couldn't help but murmured: "What's going on..."
"It seems familiar." A voice came from upstairs, "Because this is the method you used not long ago."
"You first pushed the door open, then used the bathroom transom window panel to press against the bottom of it, and you placed the other end of the window panel diagonally above the light switch.
"Then you stand the mop under the window panel and use it to prop up the window panel near the light switch."
As Conan spoke, he walked to the corner of the stairs and put a football in his hand on the ground.
"Next, just kick the ball downstairs like this and let the ball knock down the mop at the door. The transom will automatically fall, press the switch, and turn on the lights in this room."
While talking, Conan kicked the football down.
Ray Katis, who was standing at the door of the room, subconsciously dodged to avoid it. He watched the ball bounce away from the mop. Sure enough, there was a click and the light came on.
"As long as you open the curtains in this room in advance, from outside the hotel, it will look like you are standing here and turning on the light switch - but in fact you are still upstairs and not in this room."
Conan walked to the corner and looked at Ray Katis at the door of the room. His mood was worse than the vodka in the banquet hall: "Look, as long as you practice a few times in advance, even a kid like me can easily achieve this trick, let alone
Said it was you.
"When you played as a center forward, you were called the God of Free Kicks by the football world. You could probably do this level of aiming with your eyes closed.
"That is to say, after confirming the location of the deceased, you kicked the football downstairs from here. While kicking the ball, you quickly rushed to the room where the deceased was and shot him.
"This is how you made your alibi—that's it, Mr. Lei."
"..."
There was a suffocating silence.
The next level of the stairs.
Hattori Heiji perked up his ears and listened to the conversation above, while holding down Jiangxia next to him.
Jiang Xia, who didn't move at all, only commanded the ghosts in his mind: "?"
Hattori Heiji whispered: "The murderer this time is a world-class star. If you beat him, it will definitely be reported by the media - don't think about it, I won't let you go!"