Chapter 555: Script killing turns into werewolf killing
"The real inviter...is Mr. Maekawa?"
Kensaku Asano was stunned for a moment after hearing Sosuke Takaji's question. He obviously didn't expect that the other party could see through his mind, or that the other party's reasoning ability could reach such a level. Just small details could be so important.
was noticed.
He knew there was no way to hide it, so he simply admitted:
"I am indeed not the inviter. The real inviter is Mr. Maekawa. He asked me to act as the inviter and asked me to cooperate with his prank plan through a letter. To be honest, I don't even know the content of your script.
According to the instructions given to me by Mr. Maekawa, I am taking you to play the script-killing game."
"But the setting of this scripted killing game is very strange. During the first search, I didn't find any useful clues." Fujiwara Yu raised his own questions. After all, he had a good time playing the game, but indeed except for the corpse of the victim
Otherwise, there are no valuable clues.
Kensaku Asano explained while recalling the process book he received:
"Actually, there were no useful clues in the first phase of the search except for the crime scene, because Mr. Maekawa was worried that people living in the same room would read each other's scripts. For this reason, the script was actually written very simply. He only needed to judge whether he was the murderer.
I can rely on three rounds of on-site searches. So, before you get up tomorrow morning, I will go to the real location to lay out clues according to the procedure."
"So that's it... what about the character cards? Maekawa also sent everyone's character cards to each participant?" Fujiwara Yu frowned slightly and asked.
"Yes, it was all arranged by Mr. Maekawa." Kensaku Asano picked up the plate and said in a pleading tone before leaving: "Officer Takaji, if you have no other questions, please don't mention this matter.
Tell me, I need the remaining money. My mother’s treatment in the hospital is very expensive. Without this money, she will be finished.”
Fujiwara Yu put the remaining food on the plate and comforted him:
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
"Thanks."
Seeing that Asano Kensaku was about to leave the kitchen, Fujiwara Yu suddenly remembered that his mobile phone was still locked in the iron box, and he hurriedly said:
"Well, Mr. Asano, can you give me your phone after the meeting is over? I have some things I want to investigate."
"Huh? Of course it is possible. Then at 22:00 you can sneak into my room and I will give you the key."
"no problem."
The two of them came to the restaurant with the food. Keiryo Maekawa, who was lying on the table looking listless, suddenly became angry. He completely ignored the table manners and took a piece of curry udon from the plate and started to slurp it.
If you eat a second late, you will starve to death on the spot.
With his mouth full of udon noodles, he was mumbling and didn't know what he was talking about. Next to him, Uchida Ami couldn't stand it and reminded:
"Maekawa, you'd better swallow the udon in your mouth first, otherwise we won't understand what you are talking about."
Gudu.
After Keiryo Maekawa swallowed the food in his mouth, his eyes fell on Asano Kensaku and shouted:
"Asano, I can't tell you are so good at cooking. This curry udon is the best I've ever tasted, perfect for spiciness!"
"No, this borscht and curry udon are not made by me, they are made by Officer Takaji." Kensaku Asano did not dare to take credit for it, he quickly put down his tachyon and waved his hand to show his innocence.
"Huh? Really?" Yamaguchi Jun looked at Takaji Sousuke, who was eating buttered toast slices with borscht soup, with a surprised look on his face, and sighed in a low voice: "I didn't expect Mr. Policeman to be so good at cooking.
Ah, at this level, even if you lose your job at the Metropolitan Police Department, you can easily find another job."
Fujiwara Yu glanced at Yamaguchi Jun indifferently. This was the first time in his life that he had seen someone curse someone else's career face to face. His emotional intelligence was so low. I really don't know how he survived to such a great age. People around him were too tolerant of him.
Sugino Takashi, who was sitting next to him, naturally heard this sentence. Since he had the eyesight, he quickly coughed and changed the subject:
"Ahem, Mr. Asano, do we have any other activities today? Or should we all go back to our rooms to rest after dinner?"
"Today's activities are over. I will wake you up at nine o'clock tomorrow. During this time, everyone can have a good rest."
After enjoying a simple dinner, everyone chose to go back to their respective rooms.
Each room is equipped with an independent bathroom system, so there is no need to worry about queuing up.
Fujiwara Yu took advantage of Miyano Akemi to take a bath, so he took out a blank piece of paper and started writing on it. He was just writing down all the information he had so far, so as to strengthen his memory.
Keiryo Maekawa was the real inviter, but he and Maiko Nakayama were accomplices in a certain case. When he saw the remains of the dummy, the emotion he showed didn't look like acting?
If he didn't act, wouldn't that contradict the identity of the inviter? Or is it that the inviter and the person who wrote the script are two different people?
Fujiwara Yu bit the cap of his ballpoint pen with a headache. He vaguely felt that this trip would not go smoothly, but the clues at hand were very limited and he could not figure out who the wolf hidden among them was.
He stared at his half-moon eyes in displeasure, leaned back in his chair and complained softly:
"Really, it was obviously a script killing, but it turned out to be a werewolf killing."
"What werewolves?"
Fujiwara Yuu turned around and was about to explain when he saw Miyano Akemi with wet hair and only a bath towel on her body. He felt that his brain had entered a temporary shutdown state and everything he wanted to say was forgotten in an instant.
Oops, I completely forgot that I and Mingmei were in the same room, and there was only one bed in this space!
Miyano Akemi didn't notice Fujiwara Yuu's abnormality at all. She wiped her wet hair with a towel and approached the desk. She leaned down and looked around before noticing what was written on the white paper. When she saw one of the sentences,
Somewhat surprised:
"Is Mr. Maekawa the real inviter? No way?"
Milk-scented shower gel.
Damn! It’s really not a good thing to have a keen sense of smell at this time. It’s too easy to distract.
Fujiwara Yu lowered his head and did not dare to look aside. He swallowed awkwardly and pinched the outside of his thigh with his left hand to force himself to focus on the reasoning and explained aloud:
"Mr. Asano said it, but we can only put a question mark on it for the time being. The authenticity remains to be seen."
"I think if Mr. Maekawa is really the inviter, her acting skills are comparable to Miss Yukiko Kudo."
"I think so too, but there are too few useful clues now. I can only wait until I get my mobile phone back to investigate what happened in Class B, the second grade student at Didan High School. Maybe that Kudo guy knows about it."
In Fujiwara Yu's eyes, he felt that Kudo Shinichi would not miss the murder that had happened in the school, and judging from the conversation between the two people, the murderer should not have been caught, that is, it has not been detected.
Eucalyptus?
He dragged his chin and thought for a while. If it was a case of suspension, their special search team should have sorted out the files. It looked like they would have to call back and ask.
Fujiwara Yu lowered his head and looked at his watch. There was still half an hour before the agreed 22 o'clock. During this time, he should relax his brain for a while and take a bath.
What he didn't expect was that after pushing the door open and entering the bathroom, he noticed the intimate clothes placed in the dirty clothes basket.
Hiss, it seems that what needs to be relaxed first is not the brain, but the hot temperature of the ears and cheeks.