After half an hour's drive, we finally arrived at this suburban villa built on the cliff. Yin Dahang opened the door and looked up at the door, which was at least five meters high. He couldn't help but smacked his lips:
"Tsk tsk, you really deserve to be a rich man. With the cost of this door alone, you can buy a small apartment of twenty square meters in Tokyo, right?"
"It's indeed quite rich, and that place is made of pure gold."
Fujiwara Yu calmly closed the car door. He walked to the door, held the door knocker and knocked three times. After a while, a woman with long straight hair wearing a sleeveless black dress appeared in their sight.
Among them, she should be Masashiro Tokudaiji, the secretary to the president of the newspaper.
Tokudaiji Masashiro did not show too many expressions when he saw the two police officers. After pushing the door back with an indifferent expression, he did not make an invitation gesture and welcomed him without any emotion:
"Welcome police officers, please put on your indoor slippers here."
Fujiwara Yu and Yin Dahang couldn't help but look at each other. They both saw confusion in their eyes. Judging from Tokudaiji Masashiro's behavior and tone, it really made people feel that they were guests invited to the dinner rather than coming to Eucalyptus.
Police on the scene.
But when it came to changing their slippers, they still chose to refuse. They took out the disposable shoe covers for office use from their pockets, changed them, and then followed Masashiro Tokudaiji towards the discovery site.
Along the way, Yin Dahang did not forget to approach Fujiwara Yu quietly and whispered in a low voice:
"Don't you think that Ms. Tokudaiji is too calm? Moreover, this case is quite strange. According to the usual victims, the one who was killed this time was not the president."
Fujiwara Yu couldn't help laughing when he heard this. Speaking of the cases he had investigated, basically the president was killed. It was really... somewhat of a coincidence.
He gestured to Yin Dahang with the word "hush". After all, the president was still alive and well. It was somewhat rude to say such a thing. Yin Dahang, who understood, also gestured with the zipper, and he was just joking.
Under the leadership of Masashiro Tokudaiji, the two finally arrived at the piano room where the death occurred.
The piano is surrounded by circular bookshelves, and there is a huge sculpture of a knight near the window. It is not difficult to see the owner's love for music from the decoration of the room.
Just when Yin Dahang was about to ask if anyone was destroying the scene, a man with glasses in a light green suit unhappily grabbed the man who was looking at him with a suspicious face and asked loudly:
"Hideki, what are you looking at me with? I told you I didn't kill anyone, I didn't kill Mr. Tenma!
"
"I didn't say anything. What do you mean? Brother, are you feeling guilty?"
"You two, please stop arguing. The police officers are already here. Stop arguing." The brown-haired woman in a blue dress quickly stepped forward to stop the two from continuing to argue. Her gentle voice also succeeded in convincing the two men.
clam down.
Seeing this scene, Tokudaiji Masashiro curled his lips in disdain, but still spoke out to answer the two police officers. After understanding the relationship between everyone present, Fujiwara Yu and Yin Dahang also began to divide the work and cooperate. The former naturally went to check
The latter naturally asked what these people were doing during the time of the incident.
Fujiwara Yu put on gloves while approaching the victim Jellal Tenma who died in a tragic state. The victim was directly penetrated by a one-meter-long giant sword. This level of trauma was enough to cause death on the spot.
He looked back along the victim's body. There was no sword on the huge knight statue. It seemed that the murder weapon was made from local materials, but normal people would not be able to wield such a heavy sword, let alone directly give it to him.
People create penetrating wounds.
Delay mechanism?
The agency will definitely leave traces at the scene. If you want to confirm your suspicion, you have to find corresponding evidence.
Fujiwara Yu leaned down to observe the body of Gerald Tenma, and suddenly found that his right hand was holding something strange. When he picked it up and examined it, he found that there were two very thin friction marks on the front end, as if they were touched by thin threads.
It is formed by drawing hard.
He looked up along the position of the body, and sure enough he found the artistic chandelier hanging high on the ceiling. After simulating the general structure of the mechanism in his mind, he took the things and walked towards the people aside and asked aloud
:
"Excuse me, can you tell me what this is?"
"This is a tuning fork for adjusting the tone of the piano. Mr. Tenma may want to tune the piano." Misaki Kanami answered directly when she saw the thing.
A tuning fork for tuning a piano?
Fujiwara Yu lowered his head and pondered for a while. It was not an easy task for the giant sword hanging from a high place to drop and accurately hit Jellal Tenma's back, unless the opponent's back was completely exposed to the ceiling.
Tuning fork, fallen piano chair, huh?
An idea flashed in his mind, and he quickly realized a possibility. Under everyone's doubtful eyes, he stuffed the tuning fork directly under the piano chair. If ordinary people saw such a scene, they would also pick up the tuning fork and think...
To pick it up, you have to bend down, and your back is completely exposed by doing this.
It turns out that's what happened, but if that's the case, it would be a bit troublesome. If you want to find the clues left by the murderer, you have to carefully check every corner of the room, and this cannot determine who the murderer is unless there are clues left at the scene.
evidence of.
Yin Dahang, who had finished the questioning on the other side, quickly walked towards Fujiwara Yu. He tapped his shoulder and motioned to the window for communication, ensuring that the conversation between the two would not be heard by others present.
"The victim's body should have given you a lot of clues. Judging from your expression just now, wouldn't you have figured out all the criminal's methods?"
Fujiwara Yu supported his hands on the edge of the window, staring out the window at the night sea with half-moon eyes, listening to the sound of waves lapping on the rocks, his tone was very dull:
"Congratulations on your correct answer. I have indeed roughly clarified the criminal method, but I have not gained anything about who the murderer is, and I can't find any key evidence... I can rule out one suspect at most."
"who?"
"Michel Anglade, this is his first time here, so he can't make a mechanism in an unfamiliar place. Although the murderer's mechanism is simple, it still requires a certain understanding of this room."
Yin Dahang nodded and agreed with Fujiwara Yu's point of view. Thinking of what he had just asked, he raised the corners of his mouth:
"I asked the Tokudaiji lady just now, and she gave me good information. In fact, Misaki Kanami has been harassed by unknown people in the past few days. Not only did she make phone calls, but she also boldly sent photos.
"
Fujiwara Yu reached out and took the photos sent by Yin Dahang. They were all the moments when Kanami Misaki was secretly photographed. The photos were very high-definition. In the last photo, you can even see Kanami Misaki in her pajamas looking through the photo album.
"That's a bit of a coincidence. While Ms. Garner was being harassed, a murder occurred here."
"Yeah, I also think it's a bit too coincidental, like the murderer is leading us to the outsider's crime. And do you know? When I asked just now, I learned that before the incident happened, there was a man in a black cloak.
Attacked Ms. Garner."
"Where was the attack?"
"I plan to take a look at her bedroom, will you go?"