Chapter 1917: 1917【Strange Ghost】
Chapter 1917 1917 [strange ghost]
A group of people followed the police and returned to the hotel.
Entering the weird room No. 315, Wen Yuehua Lian was lying on the table, motionless. There are police coming and going around her-this place has turned into a murder scene.
Saburo Inozuka just recovered from the horror of being silenced, when he suddenly saw this scene, he felt sad: "Miss Hualien—!"
...how did things turn out like this!
Bupo Police went to the table, pointed to the goblet in Wen Yuehualian's hand: "At present, the poison in the cup is the same as when the female leader was killed."
The little police officer saw them coming in and reported: "Without breaking the police, we found a mobile phone with an anonymous calling card and a voice changer beside her!"
Saburo Inozuka: "...Wait? Miss Hualien is the murderer?!"
Fuba Narumi nodded, and took an envelope in the evidence bag: "She admitted her crime and wrote everything in this suicide note."
Seeing that they didn't believe it, Bupo Narumi opened the envelope and read: "I have been living in the shadow of Bandai. Recently, my patience has finally reached its limit. I decided to kill her to be free—this killing drama came from me. revenge.
"On that day, before Bandai came on stage, I mixed a lethal amount of poison into the capsule she used to eat. I checked a lot of information, and finally figured out the right time to melt it.
"Everything is as I expected, Bandai just drank the wine and then collapsed. And I took advantage of the chaos and put the same drug as the capsule in the rest of her drink, pretending that the poison was dropped in the red wine.
"I thought my plan was perfect, but Hong Chuan saw all of this. The script writer actually threatened me with this, wanting me to be his. So I invited him to the lakeside late at night and killed him. over him.
"Afterwards, the more I thought about it, the more frightened I became. I was worried about being found out, so I could only try to put the blame on others. So I created the illusion of a secret room, and pushed everything to the innocent Mr. Hashimoto. It ended in a hurry."
Miwako Sato was puzzled: "She made the secret room? But the zero-point room card..."
"Hmph, there's no need for a room card at all." Bupo Police went to the wall and kicked it lightly on the wall.
Following her movements, a small door one meter square suddenly opened on the wall—there was a secret passage in the room.
"This secret passage leads to the next room." Bupo Police said:
"It seems that when the 'Red Bearded Santa Claus' was still alive, he used this secret passage to the next room to conduct transactions with his guests.
"So the female group leader and the script writer used to come to this hotel and always lived in Room 316 next door... If I knew this earlier, I could have brought them to justice earlier."
Fupo Narumi clenched her fists tightly, as if she was brooding over this unsolved case.
After a pause, she continued: "Wenyue Hualian is the adopted daughter of the head of the women's group, and she is always by her side. Probably because of this, she knew that there is a secret passage here - I just asked someone to check, room 315 There is only one secret passage in the house. That is to say, the only person who has the conditions to commit a crime is Wenyue Hualian who lives in room 316 next door."
At first glance, it seems logical, but when you look closely, you always feel that there are some problems.
Conan also sneaked here at some point: "Since everything is going so smoothly, why did she suddenly commit suicide?"
Jiang Xia also seemed to be very concerned about this matter, thinking about it and walked to Wenyue Hualian.
Then he stared at the white ghost emerging from her back, lost in thought.
Jiang Xia: "..." What is this?
While no one was paying attention, he quietly stretched out his hand and squeezed it.
Then I found that this shikigami felt a bit strange in the hand - other shikigami looked like a piece of paper cut into a human shape, and felt like it, but this one looked like a piece of thick cardboard, but felt like a piece of paper. A piece of cold skin.
Jiang Xia couldn't help but pull this strange shikigami down, but couldn't pull it off—like other shikigami, in their simple logic, they don't seem to fall off until the murderer pays the corresponding price.
but…
Jiang Xia tried to use some force.
Then he found the cold skin, and started to cry, looking very aggrieved.
Jiang Xia: "..." Is it an illusion, it seems to be a little smarter than ordinary shikigami.
Curiously studying, Bupo Police suddenly turned around and looked at him suspiciously: "What are you doing?"
"!"
Jiang Xia's face remained unchanged: "I'm also wondering why she committed suicide suddenly."
Fupo Narumi snorted coldly: "You detectives always have various excuses to disturb the scene. She committed suicide because she panicked—according to the scene survey, the last victim didn't faint completely, and she struggled and scratched her on the way , so the murderer's DNA remains in his nails."
Sure enough, such a message was written in the suicide note: Wenyue Hualian seemed to hear the police discussing DNA, and was too flustered, so she committed suicide first and ended her life.
"There is DNA..."
Those who don’t believe have to believe it at this time. In the face of all kinds of fancy things, DNA counts as irrefutable evidence.
As if responding to the suicide note, a small police officer ran in the door: "The result came out! The DNA and blood type left in the victim's nails are exactly the same as Wen Yuehualian!"
Saburo Inozuka was stunned, with a look of broken dreams: How could his weak and kind Miss Hualien...
…
This place has been designated as a crime scene, and the group of Tokyo people who came from afar can only find another place to stay.
On the way, Jiang Xia received a message that the police officer who came to help from Tokyo had already come to the conclusion of his investigation.
Jiang Xia was flipping through the report on her mobile phone when she suddenly heard a commotion at the door.
As soon as I looked up, I saw a group of reporters surrounded by the hotel gate. When they saw Jiang Xia, they rushed over like a tiger: "Mr. Jiang Xia! I heard that you are also a suspect in this case?"
Fupo Narumi frowned, and waved to drive away the group of reporters: "Don't spread false news. Now the real murderer has committed suicide in fear of crime. The murderer is Wenyue Hualian from the Aphrodite Theater Troupe."
"!" The reporters got excited, and the celebrity committed the crime, which attracted more attention than ordinary cases.
But the next moment, a bigger hot spot appeared.
Jiang Xia echoed Fupo Narumi's words, but the details were completely different. What he said was: "The fake murderer who was pushed out to block the arrow has already 'suicide' under the control of the real murderer."
"?!"
Fupo Narumi was taken aback for a moment before turning her head, staring at the detective next to her: "What nonsense are you talking about?!"
The reporters were stunned for a moment, and soon, the words of the high-ranking police and the famous detective were integrated in their minds, and then they quickly jumped into conclusions.
—There is a secret, there is a big secret!
The reporters with a keen sense of smell got excited and surrounded Jiang Xia: "Tell me in detail!"
(end of this chapter)