After all, Officer Sato has worked in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department for many years, and he clearly stated the current situation in one sentence.
The three passengers looked at each other, and their eyes became wary: they were both unlucky guys picked up by the police, and there was originally some sympathy between the three of them. But now, they learned that the murderer was probably among them...
The fragile friendship between the brothers in distress fell apart in an instant, and they looked at the other two people with a little more scrutiny.
After a brief silence, the citizen who lives in Tokyo took the lead in supporting the police's work. He sighed: "My name is Tatsuro Iwakuni, and I have been sitting in this position before."
He pointed to the train diagram spread on the table: "I was listening to the horse racing broadcast, but I don't know what happened, and there was a sudden commotion in the aisle behind me.
"The group of people gathered there and it was so noisy that I couldn't hear the horse racing announcement, so I had to change to a quieter carriage."
"?" The other two passengers always felt that this story was strange in every aspect, and couldn't help but look at him suspiciously: "When you heard the commotion around you, you didn't join in the fun or inquire about the news. Instead, you changed cars and listened to the radio.
?This is a bit false, you guys are really careless in making up excuses - the police, it must be him, arrest him quickly!"
"What do you mean by 'changing carriages to listen to the radio'? You must have never played horse racing, right? Live broadcast of such an exciting event is much more important than joining in the fun!" A Tokyo passenger snorted:
"Besides, what's the point of making fun? It's just killing people, bombs in cars, people being injured, people fighting... What's the use of me going over these messy things?
"If I really go there, I might be stabbed, bombed, taken hostage, or taken away for questioning by the police as a suspicious person, just like now - I'm not a masochist, even if there is no live broadcast of horse racing,
I am sure I can go as far as I can.”
"This..." The other two passengers listened, their momentum was a little weak, and they were a little convinced.
Officer Sato did not rush to question, nor did she immediately rule out this person's suspicion. After all, there was more than one suspect here. So soon, she looked at the other two people: "What about you?"
The fat social beast was startled, pushed up his glasses, followed the example of the passenger just now, and described it in a similar way: "My name is Tokuyama Norio, and I left my seat at that time to buy coffee from the vending machine.
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"On the way back from buying coffee, I heard a few passengers gathering together and having a heated discussion. I listened casually and actually heard that someone had planted a bomb on the car... but now the bomb is gone.
, but someone was stabbed, this is really scary."
The two police officers listened and recorded, and then they looked at the last passenger, who was thin and wearing a white knitted hat: "What about you?"
The passenger recalled: "My name is Akashi Akira, and I was sitting on the seat here before. But I am different from Mr. Iwakuni. I don't have such strong determination. When I noticed there was a commotion in the carriage, I immediately went over to join in the fun.
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"As a result, I actually heard that there was a bomb in the car. I couldn't sit still on the spot. In order to survive, I could only move forward. In this way, even if the car exploded, it shouldn't throw me off - what do you think?
, what if a bomb blows the Shinkansen into two pieces?
, the rails will definitely be damaged. The front half of the train can still run normally, but the rear half will be in trouble. If the flames are blown by the wind, they will soon spread to the interior of the train, let alone if the train derails.
Half the people in the car will all have to answer."
Vodka: "..." This guy's words seem to make sense at first glance...
When organizational cadres silently add new knowledge.
Next to him, Officer Takagi remembered a clue provided by Conan. He asked the Tokyo passengers and the knitted hat passengers: "When you walked through the aisle, were you holding a newspaper in your hands?"
The two nodded, and then their hearts twitched: Why did they ask about this kind of thing? Do the police think that the newspaper is related to this murder case?
Thinking this way, the Tokyo passenger raised his hand and pointed at the short, fat social beast behind him: "As for the newspaper, this guy's seat is near me. I remember that he also read the newspaper after getting on the bus, but he didn't take it with him.
"
"Ah, no, that's right." The pudgy social beast said nervously, "I finished reading it, so I didn't bring it with me. Is there any problem with that?"
"No problem." Jiang Xia flipped through the records made by Officer Takagi and said to the three suspects, "Can you show us the newspapers that you have been exposed to?"
The three passengers looked at each other nervously and nodded hesitantly: "Okay."
Officer Sato thought of something and added: "I remember Conan said that Mr. Tokuyama was holding a can of coffee at the time." She looked at the short and fat social worker, "When you brought the newspaper over, remember to put the cup of coffee with it.
bring."
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It didn't take long. Under Vodka's complicated gaze, three newspapers were placed in front of Jiang Xia.
"These photos look quite familiar." Conan slipped next to Jiang Xia and stood on tiptoe looking at the table.
It didn't take long for him to remember where this sense of familiarity came from - when he was arguing with Hattori Heiji at Shin-Osaka Station just now, Jiang Xia was reading newspapers boredly beside him, and the newspapers on the shelf...
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He looked at the three suspects: "Uncle, did you all get on the train at Shin-Osaka Station?"
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The three of them nodded: "We also bought our newspapers there."
The Tokyo passenger's portion was "Horse Racing 7", which was in line with what he just said, "I changed the car specifically to listen to the horse racing broadcast."
The short, fat commissary who buys coffee buys a mediocre newspaper called "Every Morning News".
The newspaper for the passenger wearing a knitted hat with a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks is the Daily Sports News.
Officer Takagi walked back and forth in front of the table, sometimes far and sometimes near, and finally, he stopped at a specific distance.
"It's almost this far." He raised his hand to gesture, and then muttered:
"If the murderer really used a newspaper to summon Ogura Chizo, then from this distance, Ogura Chizo must have excellent eyesight to see clearly the small print on the newspaper - let me ask if there is one over there in Osaka
Information about Chizo Ogura’s vision.”
Jiang Xia shook his head and helped him rule out this possibility: "While walking around, the murderer also inadvertently pointed the newspaper towards Ogura Chizo without attracting the attention of Officer Takagi.
"In this case, even if Chizo Ogura's eyesight is really good, they would not choose to use small print to send messages."