Thinking of the high fees, and the high school detective who generously waived the commission fee, and then thinking that the haunting spirit might be his former pen pal... Yuki Haruna sighed sadly, and had no choice but to convince herself to be a materialist:
There is no ghost in this world. If there is, then someone must be doing it.
She repeated this sentence two or three times and finally calmed down: "Maybe someone sneaked into this house - that is to say, the figure we saw walking through the corridor just now was the robber who broke into the house.
A bandit, and he was also the one who attacked this gentleman with a guqin."
Jiang Xia nodded thoughtfully: "Although it doesn't feel like it, but just to be on the safe side, let's call the police first."
Curacao glanced uneasily at the place where the gun was hidden on his body: "..."
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Since there was no murder this time and the call was from Ogata's landline, it was only the local police from the nearby area who came.
The policemen checked diligently and found that there seemed to be no promotion opportunities, so they came back with regret: "Mr. Jiang Xia, we found no trace of outsiders sneaking in - it rained a lot tonight and it was muddy everywhere.
But there are no muddy footprints in the corridors of this house, and there are no traces of criminals passing through the courtyard."
"In addition, this house has taken some anti-theft measures. Iron fences are installed on the walls, making it difficult to sneak in through the courtyard wall." Xiaopian police pointed to the backyard, "But there is a big hidden danger. The back door of the courtyard is not locked."
Jiang Xia: "Back door?"
Mrs. Ogata groaned and remembered something: "The lock on the back door of my house is broken. It can still be used normally, but it is easily blown open when the wind is strong... Could it be that the gangster saw the back door open, so
On a sudden impulse, you slipped in from there?"
The policeman shook his head and led them to the courtyard. He scanned the back door with his flashlight: "Look, there are no footprints."
"Why not? Look over there!" Suzuki Sonoko's eyes suddenly became sharp. She raised her hand and pointed to a series of circuitous footprints on the mud, with a confident smile that a detective assistant should have on her lips, "It's very clear and fresh.
It looks like I stepped on it not long ago, so the murderer must not have gone far yet!"
"Of course it's fresh." The film police officer followed her gaze and looked over, silent for a moment, "That's what I stepped on when I was checking it just now - I can't drift over to check it."
Suzuki Sonoko: "..."
The confident female high school student was deflated as if she had been stabbed by a needle. She said wiltedly: "But, if no one invaded, how could we see such a strange figure just now?"
She raised her finger and pointed to the corridor of the Japanese-style house: "It's right here. Just now we were sitting in the house, and there was an old woman with a cane, er, maybe an old man - in short, there was a hunchback with a cane.
The old man walked from one side to the other in a flash. But when we opened the door, we didn't see anyone there."
The young police officer followed her gaze and found that it was at the end of the corridor. His eyes suddenly lit up and he made a guess: "If the gangster sneaked into this house before it rained and has been hiding until now, then...
That makes sense!"
Jiang Xia shook his head: "I have been in that room before and didn't see anyone come in. But your speculation makes sense - if so, it is necessary to go to each room to check the situation."
As he spoke, he stepped onto the corridor and opened the door on the other side very naturally: "Which room is this?"
Mr. Ogata came back to his senses: "That's my wife and I's bedroom."
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Jiang Xia looked at the room and picked up a slender hairpin from the door: "In other words, when your eldest son was attacked, you and your wife were preparing to rest in this bedroom?"
"That's not true." Mr. Ogata scratched his head, "Our family goes to bed late. My wife, I, and Shiro were all in the restaurant at that time."
Police officer: "The injured person who was hit by the piano was not with you at the time?"
Mr. Ogata nodded helplessly: "Xiao Menu has a bad temper, and he often doesn't get along with his family members. We are all used to him being alone."
Police Officer Xiao Pian imitated the officers of the First Search Section and diligently took notes while trying to ask the three people about their alibi at the time of the crime: "What were you doing in the restaurant during that time?"
Mrs. Ogata sighed: "I was scolded by my son in the restaurant."
"Hmm...huh?" The young police officer was stunned, "Get scolded?"
Mrs. Ogata glanced at Yuki Haruna next to her: "Yes, what he said is, 'It's rare for grandpa's friends to come to the house as a guest. It's really rude of you to inquire about it.'"
"Did I make a mistake?" Ogata's brother snorted, "What kind of attitude did you have at dinner? It's simply more outrageous than the police interrogating prisoners."
Police officer: "..." Just give an example. Why use our police as a negative example...
But when he talked about this, he suddenly became curious: "Why are you interrogating this lady?"
Jiang Xia: "Probably for a set of hand-carved stamps worth 200 million yuan."
Police officer: "Oh..." Huh? How much is it worth?
...No, it is indeed Mr. Jiang Xia! He thought this was just an ordinary case, but he didn’t expect that 200 million people were involved!
This amount is enough for several kidnapping cases!
His professional enthusiasm suddenly burned: "Where is the wounded man now? If he saw the face of the attacker, it would be easy to solve the case."
Mr. Ogata looked at the high-spirited policeman and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Ominomi should be in his own room next door."
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"The gangster who attacked me? - Didn't I say it? It was dark at the time, and I was knocked unconscious without seeing anything."
Ogata's brother answered the police's questions impatiently: "As for the stamps, the set of 200 million yuan stamps has been lost long ago - my grandfather has a stamp album, which is full of messy stamps, and only the set of hand-carved stamps
Stamps are the most valuable.
"After he passed away, we originally planned to find the stamp set and sell it, but when we opened the stamp album, we discovered that it was missing."
The young policeman was shocked: "Why didn't you call the police if you lost such an important thing?"
Brother Ogata snorted coldly: "What's the use of calling the police? Who knows if the old man insists on stealing."
When the police and Ogata's family were not communicating smoothly.
Jiang Xia followed the paper door into the next room, and walked further down to the "crime site" where the guqin was displayed.
——The structure of this house looks very simple. It is rectangular in shape, and the interior is divided into 6 rooms by paper doors, which are connected to each other.
After browsing all the clues that should be seen, Jiang Xia suddenly turned around.
At the end of his gaze, Curacao, who was peeking over here, suddenly retracted his gaze and retreated to the corner as if nothing had happened.