Jiang Xia glanced at him: "Why is the direction of the knife tip so far-fetched?"
The passenger in the knitted hat remembered how he had turned the situation around with just one sentence and led the other two suspects to surround the police, and he couldn't help but feel proud:
"Didn't you hear what I just said? - Because the knife was inserted into the stomach and it was difficult to pull it out, the deceased had to stand up and pull out the knife with both hands. Once the position was high, the knife would bounce when it fell.
Come on, it’s not surprising if it is placed in any direction.”
The detective seemed a little puzzled: "Why do you have to stand up when you draw a knife with both hands?"
The passenger in the knitted hat looked at him as if he were a fool: "You guy, your reputation is all made by the navy. Isn't this something you can think of with your brain - if he doesn't stand up, how can he get the knife with his left hand?
"
"..."
The carriage suddenly fell into silence.
The other two passengers turned their heads and looked at him with a bit of horror and confusion: "Why can't the knife be reached with the left hand? Is the deceased disabled?"
"Of course it's because...!!" The passenger in the knitted hat suddenly woke up, and his confident voice gradually faltered, "No, no, I mean..."
Officer Sato's eyes became sharp: "The deceased's left hand was handcuffed to the crossbar on the wall in front of him. If he wanted to draw the knife with both hands, he really had to stand up - but this kind of thing can only be seen after seeing
Only people who have been to the death scene can know, so how do you know?"
"I...of course I relied on reasoning!" The knitted hat was sweating like rain. When he saw Jiang Xia next to him, he suddenly got inspiration:
"Didn't the policeman say that the deceased was stabbed in the abdomen? He left the escorted suspect and ran to call someone. He must have taken care of the handcuffs first - this is often done in movies. You can't just because I am smarter and think more.
Just say I am the murderer!"
"Besides, don't you guys handle cases based on evidence? - Come up with evidence! Is there a murder weapon in my bag? Is there any blood from this guy on me?"
As he spoke, he lowered his head and looked for it guiltily. When he found that there was indeed no blood, he quietly became confident again.
Jiang Xia: "Of course there won't be blood on your body, because when you stabbed the knife, you tried to make the deceased hold the newspaper in front of him, and thrust the knife in and out through the newspaper. In this way, the blood that spattered would be absorbed by the newspaper.
Block.
"If you look carefully at the deceased's right hand, you can find that there are still prints on that hand that were printed when he held the newspaper."
Officer Sato understood: "No wonder when I asked the passengers along the way just now, they all said they didn't see anyone with blood passing through the corridor. It turned out to be because..."
"Stop talking to yourself, open your eyes and take a look!" The passenger in the knitted hat interrupted them by slamming the newspaper on the table, "My newspaper is intact. Where is the knife edge? Where did it get stained?
Blood?"
Jiang Xia: "Of course this one is intact, because you prepared two newspapers in advance..."
As he said that, he suddenly looked at the onlookers who were peeping their heads at the intersection: "On the way here, I saw a sports newspaper on your table. Was that newspaper purchased on the platform of Shin-Osaka Station?
"
"Ah, yes, that's right!" The young woman he called nervously twirled her baseball cap, a little excited, "You actually remember me!" It was worth it that I risked being scolded by the police and left my seat to sneak over to take a peek.
!
Remembering your newspaper, Jiang Xia smiled politely: "Can I borrow your newspaper to read?"
"Of course!" The enthusiastic passerby rushed back to his seat and quickly took the newspaper. When she handed it out, she mustered up her courage and said, "Um... after you finish using it, can you sign the newspaper for me?
?”
"Of course." Jiang Xia nodded and gave her a business card. Then he took the newspaper and placed it next to the newspaper of the passenger in the knitted hat.
Vodka glanced at the business card and found that it was a version printed two weeks ago, and he already had it.
So he turned back and looked at the two newspapers.
"this……"
Looking at them separately, I didn't think there was anything wrong with them. Even the layouts looked exactly the same. But looking carefully, Officer Sato suddenly discovered that there were actually some differences between the two pages of newspapers.
——The title of one of them is "The tragic experiences of World Cup stars", while the other one is "The grudges between World Cup stars and journalists".
Suzuki Sonoko looked at these two twinned newspapers and was a little confused: "The newspaper company is lazy and sells one piece of news twice?"
Sato Miwako shook her head: "Occasionally there are some small differences between the newspapers at the station and the newspapers at the convenience store - compared with the convenience store, the newspaper delivery time at the station will be later, so you can get the latest version.
.”
She looked at the different details of the two newspapers in front of her: "It seems that someone found something new in this big news, so the newspaper office made urgent changes to today's newspaper. However, since this lady's newspaper was bought from the station
,The other one..."
Jiang Xia looked at the pale passenger in the knitted hat: "This newspaper of yours was not bought at the station as you just said, but at a convenience store.
Please...you...collect 6...9...books...!
"On your way to the station, you noticed that the 'W' on this newspaper could be used to remind Ogura Chizo, so you bought it.
"Later, when you were waiting for the bus at the station, you rehearsed the murder in your mind, and suddenly found that you were missing something to stop the blood. So you thought of using a newspaper as a cushion to kill.
"But soon you realized that it would be difficult to explain if other passengers in the car discovered that you were holding a newspaper when you got on the bus but disappeared when you got off. So you simply bought another copy of the same newspaper.
Reported and turned it into one of the props for murder."
The man in the knitted hat moved his lips and wanted to say something, but no words came out.
Unlike him, the mood of the two policemen has improved visibly: "This kind of newspaper with colored pages is likely to leave fingerprints. Since you are so confident, you should have torn up the newspaper."
Wash it away."
"But you may not know that even if you wash it away, those newspapers will still remain in the car. In a short period of time, the fingerprints on them will still be there. As long as we search the sewage tank immediately to find the newspaper, we can get what you were thinking of just now.
The evidence you want - how are you, are you happy?"
Just at this time, Tokyo arrived and the Shinkansen began to slow down.
The man in the knitted hat gritted his teeth, and suddenly, using the inertia of the deceleration, he violently knocked away the people in front of him and rushed into the aisle.
——Now that things have come to this, I can only run away.
As long as he delays the braking period and waits for the vehicle to stop and open the door, he can escape to the station and escape completely!