Women only affect the speed of my reasoning!

"This……"

Miwako Sato was stunned for a moment, as if she understood something.

It cannot be said that it is completely impossible that Fuudo Kyosuke is the murderer, but it can only be said that it is extremely likely.

First of all, we must know that Ninoho once disabled Fuuto Kyousuke's hand during surgery because of a drinking accident, which forced him to leave the front-line surgical position, give up his best surgical operation and become a psychiatrist. The seeds of hatred may be here Buried.

If Ninoho was really killed by others rather than committing suicide, then the person most likely to have committed the crime was undoubtedly Futo Kyosuke.

Secondly, after all, they work in the same hospital, and they know each other's current situation to some extent, especially when the enemy who once ruined his meal is involved in a lawsuit.

Kyousuke Futo also has an advantage in controlling the timing of committing crimes.

Last but not least, due to Nitano Tamaki's insistent application, the Metropolitan Police Department has recently restarted the investigation into the case of Nitano Hosu, who died more than a year ago.

In order to prevent his crimes from being exposed to the world, Futo Kyosuke, who may have accidentally learned about this from the Shiratori Police Department, decided to kill the other three detectives who investigated Odagiri Toshiya in succession in order to divert the attention. The police's attention was transferred to the other party by the way.

Everything seems to be so logical.

"Well, a guess is just a guess after all."

Qin Mianshu stretched out his hands to tuck Meiwazi's coat tightly around his body. He raised his head and glanced at the main entrance of the outpatient department building, which was already in front of him.

"In order to verify this conjecture, we may have to change our strategy a little bit. At that time, we will have to ask Sister Miwako to cooperate a little bit."

Five minutes later, on the Psychotherapy Department floor of the outpatient department building, the elevator door slowly opened to both sides with a ding sound.

Qin Ushu pushed Miwako out of the elevator and looked around at the slightly deserted corridor.

"It feels like there's no one there..." he muttered quietly.

"It's almost noon, and the doctor also needs to eat." Miwako Sato said with her eyes empty.

"That's right. Anyway, let's look for it first."

With that said, Qin Ushu pushed the wheelchair forward again.

Following the endless signposts on the floor, after circling the psychotherapy department for about half a circle, they finally found an office with the words "Fudo Kyosuke" written on the door plate by the attending doctor.

The office door was open, and the sound of conversation came from inside.

Qin Xianshu glanced inwardly. Standing behind the desk and talking to the patient face to face was a young male doctor who looked like he was about to go to dinner. He was clearing the table while talking. something on.

Very good, it seems that it came at the right time...

With this in mind, the high school detective raised his lips slightly. He deliberately pushed the wheelchair to the door of the office, exposing Miwako's entire body to Kyosuke Futo's sight, and then slightly louder his voice.

"Ah? It seems that the doctor who performed the surgery on you yesterday, Sister Miwako, is not here?"

Still saying "Ah, lie", you are a primary school student!

Sato Miwako complained in her heart, but she still cooperated by holding her forehead helplessly and said the lines she had agreed upon before.

"So I told you, Xian Shu, that you remembered the wrong floor. This is the psychotherapy department, not the surgery department."

"Oh, yeah..."

Fudo Kyousuke, who was in the office, heard the noise coming from outside the door, subconsciously moved his eyes to take a look, and his pupils suddenly shrank slightly.

278 Octopus, hooked

Although many things will be convenient with the "imperial privilege" of the Metropolitan Police Department to handle cases, there are still some necessary procedures that need to be followed.

In particular, it is not possible to compile all the surgical records of an attending doctor over the years. It takes a lot of time to print them out.

Ten minutes later, the three of them met downstairs in the outpatient department building, which was rarely empty because all the doctors had gone to eat.

Qin Ushu was still pushing Sato Miwako, while the Memu Police Department was holding a large stack of report materials in his hands.

It's already the season when you need to wear a sweater and a windproof jacket to stay warm when going out. This middle-aged man wearing only a suit and a shirt is sweating slightly on his forehead.

It seems that this protective body is really not a cover...

"All of Ninoho's surgical records are here."

Mu Mu separated about 80.00% of the entire stack of report materials and handed them to Qin Sanshu and said.

"Oh, thanks."

The high school detective thanked him, reached out and took the information and opened it.

Among the 80.00% of the report information, except for the first two pages which are an overview of the surgical records, the rest are all detailed records of the operations.

Qin Mianshu took a cursory look and found that among the numerous surgical records, there were not many records of failed surgeries by Ninoho, but they were certainly not few.

At least for a veteran surgeon, the success rate of such an operation is already very unqualified.

But the amazing thing is that among all the failed surgeries by Nihonnoho, there are some very simple and basic minor surgeries, and among all his successful surgeries, it is not difficult to see some that are extremely difficult and require very cautious and experienced doctors. I dare to undergo major surgery.

From this we can basically conclude that Ninoho is quite capable as a doctor, otherwise he would have been kicked out of the hospital a long time ago. However, his medical ethics are too corrupt and he is not responsible for his patients at all.

"What are the rest of these?"

Snapping the surgical record closed in his hand, Qin Mianshu asked with his mouth open at the remaining thin stack of paper in Mu Mu's hand.

"This is Dr. Fengdo's medical practice record." Police Department Megure explained, "I thought you might be able to use it, Brother Ushu, so I printed it out together. However, it seems that this doctor Fengdo was injured before his hand was scratched. Not many surgeries were performed, so most of the records transferred were the records after he was transferred to the psychotherapy department."

"Oh that's great, let me see."

After exchanging the medical practice records of Ninoho and the medical records of Kazato Kyosuke in the hand of Megure Police Department, Qin Ushu turned over the pages and read them.

There is a saying, after reading Ninoho's resume and then looking at Futo Kyousuke's resume, you will know what it means to compare people to death and compare goods to goods.

In fact, it takes a lot of time to train a qualified surgeon. For example, Hitoshi Yasuo waited until he was nearly 40 years old to become a surgeon, while Fuudo Kyosuke got the doctor's degree seven years ago at the age of 29. The title of the youngest first-class surgeon.

And unlike Hinoho, who always made two or three small mistakes in his ten operations, every operation since Futo Kyousuke became the chief surgeon ended perfectly, and the patients basically had no sequelae after the operation.

It is conceivable that back then, Ninoho was able to earn a high monthly salary in the hospital and live as he pleased with almost no responsibility to the patients because of his skills and level and the people above him.

As a result, one day suddenly came someone who was as skilled as me and much younger and more responsible.The new surgeon who crushes him in all aspects.

In order to save his job and status in the hospital, Niho ho insidiously planned an operation in cooperation with Fuudo Kyosuke, and used the excuse of accident during the operation to scratch the left hand of the latter's eating guy, making it Had to withdraw from surgery.

Scanning all the surgical records of Kyosuke Futo at a glance, Qin Ushu quickly turned to the medical records after he changed his job and became a psychiatrist.

When he turned to the second to last page, a familiar name broke into his eyes without warning.

——Nara Sawaharu.

That is the Nara police officer who died in the line of duty.

And the time for that record was just a few days ago.

"Could it be that..." The high school detective narrowed his eyes slightly.

Of course, Mu Mu Police Department didn't know that Qin Xianshu was thinking so much in his head. He only saw the other party talking to himself constantly about the information in his hand, but couldn't hear clearly what he was talking about. He had to touch himself awkwardly from the beginning. My stomach kept grumbling.

"That Sato and Usame Shu, it's getting late now. How about we find a place to have lunch first?"

"Um……"

Qin Xianshu put away the information in his hand and smacked his lips.

"Although I may disappoint you at the Megure Police Department when I say this, unfortunately, due to the change in plans, our lunch time today may have to be postponed."

"Eh?"

"Let's go, it's time to go see a show."

……

On the other side, Futo Kyousuke, who had completed the last psychological consultation before lunch break, did not go straight to the hospital restaurant as usual.

This is a very unusual behavior, because most of the residents in the inpatient department are patients who need to stay in the hospital for observation for a few days after surgery.

But Kyosuke Futo is a psychiatrist. How can he, a psychiatrist, have patients who need surgery?Lobotomy surgery?

But driven by a certain emotion, he came to the inpatient building on an empty stomach.

During lunch time, patients also have lunch. In addition to the nursing staff who are busy as usual, the nurses also have some free time and eat the bento they brought in the morning at the nurse's desk.

As soon as Fuudo Kyosuke arrived, he ran straight to the nurse's desk.

"Hello noon, is everyone having lunch?" He greeted with a smile.

"Doctor Fengdo?" The first person to react was the nurse with freckles on her face who had met Qin Ushu and others in the morning. "It's really rare. Doctor Fengdo has not been seen for a long time. Why is he suddenly free today? Because What's the matter?"

"Well, that's right." Kyousuke Futo scratched his head, "When I was in the office today, I seemed to see a colleague of my patient and friend come to our hospital. He should be doing surgery. I remember his name was Miwako Sato. , is she here?"

"Miwako Sato? Let me take a look..."

Upon hearing this, the freckled nurse put down her lunch, moved her chair to the computer behind the nurse's desk, lit up the screen, entered her name and clicked search.

Result - None.

"There is no such person. Doctor Futo, are you making a mistake?"

"It shouldn't be..." Futo Kyosuke was confused for a moment, "Is it not included in the surgical hospitalization classification?"

"No, we don't have this person in the entire inpatient department." The freckled nurse shook her head and said.

"what?!"

Fuudo Kyosuke felt like he was struck by lightning.

At the same time, in the ward closest to the nurse's desk, Qin Ushu was sitting by the door with her chin propped up, and the ward door was completely open.

Hearing the chatter coming from the nurse's desk outside, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Fish, hooked.

Chapter 279 Deadly Magic

In fact, in this world, except for a very few exceptions that can almost be regarded as non-existent, very few people can really do it without changing their composure when the mountain collapses in front of them.

If someone can do it, it can only mean that the mountain that collapsed in front of him is not the same as the one in his heart.

And the best way to defeat an extremely cunning opponent is to disrupt his mentality.

It's like how a poker player uses body odor to interfere with his opponent's thinking in an offline duel and win.

Qin Xianshu was not that bad. He just put a hook down, and it could even be said that the hook was a bit salty.

But Kyosuke Futo took the bait.

This is a gamble in itself.

Qin Ushu deliberately exposed Miwako who was wearing a hospital gown. Anyway, the hospital gowns in each hospital were almost the same. It was easy for Fuudo Kyosuke to mistakenly think that the target he had failed to kill actually came. Arriving at the hospital where he works.

Considering that Miwako Sato will return to the Metropolitan Police once she recovers and is discharged from the hospital, it will be difficult to make a move then. There are only two choices left in front of Kyosuke Futo.

Either give up on your plan, but that would be equivalent to wasting all your efforts.

Either give it a try and try to rely on your strong network of connections in the hospital and your familiarity with the hospital to start a home battle and kill Miwako Sato while you are in the hospital.

In fact, if Fuudo Kyosuke chooses the former path, Qin Ushu may not be able to identify him as a prisoner.

Unfortunately, he was still too impatient.

One wrong step and you lose the whole game.

For Kyosuke Futo, he was completely exposed from the moment he learned at the nurse's desk that Sato Miwako was not admitted to Toto University Hospital at all.

It is not difficult for a thoughtful person like him to think that the two people he saw at the office door before lunch were deliberately let him see by the police.

And all his subsequent actions were directly self-inflicted.

The only thing Kyousuke Futo can rely on now is that he did things cleanly enough so that the police could not catch him.

Uncertain about whether he had left any clues, Futo Kyosuke spent the afternoon in a daze.

Although he had tried his best to control his mental concentration, everyone could tell that this psychiatrist, who always greeted patients with a smile every day, was in a bad state today.

The time soon came to evening.

"I'm sorry...I'm not feeling well today. Can we change the meeting time to tomorrow morning...Yes, I'm really sorry, so that's it..."

In the office, on the phone, he postponed the scheduled patient meeting tonight until the next morning. Kyosuke Futo put down his phone and continued to pack the things on the table, preparing to leave work directly.

He was really panicked. Ever since he killed Ninoho and disguised it as suicide more than a year ago, Futo Kyosuke had been worried that such a day would come.

After all, he was also killing with passion at the time, and he was not sure whether he really did it flawlessly. In the end, the case was classified as suicide largely because of the sudden death of Officer Youcheng.

However, just a few days ago, Fudo Kyosuke learned from the Nara police officer who came for psychological consultation that the Metropolitan Police Department had recently ordered a thorough re-investigation of the Ninoho suicide case more than a year ago.