Women only affect the speed of my reasoning!

If you are a person with excellent physical skills and a light weight, you may be able to perform activities on it, but if you are a little heavier or have poor balance, the wall may collapse as soon as you climb up.

So the next question is - how did the murderer enter and leave the crime scene freely without being discovered by anyone?

Regarding this, we have to wait until the police collect evidence before conducting an in-depth investigation.

Qin Xianshu took a step back.

At the same time, Hiratsuka Shizuka and Fujimine Yukiko, who had just opened the restaurant and found that they were missing someone, finally arrived.

"what happened?"

"What happened? I just heard screaming..."

Before Hiratsuka Shizuka could finish her words, she accidentally caught a glimpse of the body in the fitting room, and she suddenly covered her mouth.

Not to prevent me from spitting out the fried chicken I just ate.

After all, the crime scene is generally clean and tidy. Compared with the crime scenes where broken limbs and broken arms are scattered all over the floor, the difference between a public toilet and a high-end suite toilet at the Marina Bay Sands Hotel is almost the same.

But facing the crime scene so directly would definitely have a big psychological impact on a normal person.

Cover your mouth to at least stop yourself from screaming.

"Someone was killed in the fitting room and is now waiting for the police to come."

Qin Xianshu turned around and took off his gloves, using the height difference to block the sight of the two women.

"That person is really... dead?" Hiratsuka Shizuka felt her voice tremble a little.

"Yes." Qin Sanshu nodded.

After receiving the exact reply, Hiratsuka Shizuka instinctively shrank closer to Qin Ushu and stopped making any sound.

Yukiko, on the other hand, took advantage of the situation and turned her head slightly outwards, pretending to glance casually into the fitting room. Her face, which had always maintained a gentle smile since they met, now looked slightly solemn.

……

After receiving the alarm call, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department quickly dispatched manpower to rush over.

Not surprisingly, he is still an old model worker from the police department.

But for some reason, he didn't bring his subordinate and right-hand assistant Sato Miwako with him today. Instead, he only brought a few personnel from the search department and forensics department with him.

Seeing that Qin Xianshu was actually present, the police officer did not show any surprise like "How old ru". On the contrary, he was delighted with "That's great you are here too".

After collecting some evidence, the search section personnel are reporting the summary results.

"The deceased's name was Ritsuko Shihara, 41 years old, and the president of a cosmetics company. The cause of death was suffocation due to neck compression. Judging from the signs at the scene, it seems that the murderer wrapped a rope around the deceased's neck and pulled him from behind. The two ends of the rope carried the deceased on his back causing his death.”

"Except for the deceased's secretary, Ms. Hachimaki, the others who appeared in the clothing store with the deceased were Ms. Futatsuka, who was also a customer, and the clerk, Ms. Nanbu."

"Furthermore, according to the investigation, the deceased had a dispute with these three women before his death, and surveillance shows that there were only these four people on the computer at that time."

"Hmm...that means the murderer is most likely among the three of them."

Memu Police Department nodded slightly as he pondered.

"Since there is surveillance, did the surveillance video capture what was happening in front of the fitting room door at that time?"

"No, in order to protect customer privacy, all the cameras in the store are facing the clothes racks, and there is no surveillance area set up near the fitting room."

"Is that so?"

"Oh, by the way, there is another strange thing." The search department officer suddenly added, "We found a lot of dog hair scattered on the floor of the deceased's dressing room."

"So what you're saying is that the murderer is actually probably a dog?" Police Department Megure was a little confused.

"Ah, that seems to be because the deceased had a dog-raising relationship." Qin Ushu said.

"Raising a dog...but raising a dog can make hair fall out every time you change clothes. Does she hold the dog in her arms and bathe and sleep together every day?"

The Memu Police Department couldn't help but complain.

And Qin Xianshu returned to the fitting room.

The search department had completed recording and sampling the crime scene. He boldly walked into it, squatted down in front of the body, took out the left hand that was covered by the clothes, and then broke off the right hand that was curled up by the body. open.

Put the two side by side and look at them carefully.

"Well, that's what it is."

Qin Xuan's eyebrows perked up, and then he was speechless again.

"It's really...an extremely simple and crude death message."

Chapter 42 Hey, so angry

"Ah! I see!"

Just as Qin Sanshu was about to stand up, Yukiko's voice sounded from behind him.

Looking back, the girl was leaning down on her knees and stretching her neck. Her eyes fell over the former's shoulders on the hands of the deceased.

"Look at her left hand clenched into a pistol and her right hand clenched into a full fist. This must be the so-called death message, right?"

Surprisingly, Yukiko's English pronunciation of the word "death message" is actually a pretty standard American pronunciation, rather than the popular Japanese English pronunciation.

If it is pronounced in popular Japanese pronunciation, it is written as "dying message", but when read, it becomes "Dayin Ge Mai Minced Chicken".

By the way, this girl's tongue is quite flexible...

Qin Xianshu thought nonsensically.

But he still nodded and said yes.

On the other side, the Mu Mu Police Department, who had just listened to the report from their subordinates, also noticed Qin Xianshu's movements and was a little surprised when they heard the conversation between the two.

"Death message? Let me see..."

He walked over quickly, lowered his head and took a look, and was shocked.

"The deceased's left hand gestured like a pistol. Is this what he was talking about!"

"What are you talking about?"

Qin Sanshu and Yukiko turned to look at him in unison.

"Is such that."

The Mumu Police Department coughed slightly, calmed down a little, and explained from the beginning.

"The deceased was in the pose of a pistol, and the guns of our Japanese police are new southern ones. If we extrapolate according to this idea, the prisoner is most likely..."

"Police department, you don't want to say that Miss Nanbu is a prisoner, do you?"

Qin San looked at him with eyes closed.

"Wake up, not everyone is a gun enthusiast, otherwise there wouldn't be so many people who would call an automatic rifle AK47 if they see a slightly similar shape, with a wooden stock, and 98K if they pull the bolt. "

"Furthermore, not to mention that even I don't know that the Japanese police's guns are New Nanbu. If you put yourself in the shoes of the police department, you are about to be strangled to death with a rope. You still have the mood to think about your own What brand and model is the gun?”

"I can." Memu Police Department nodded blankly.

Nonsense, of course it can. Wear it every day and it’s almost engraved into your DNA.

"Huh? Shouldn't we just blow the opponent's head off with a backhand shot?" Qin Uanshu said unexpectedly.

"This……"

Because the topic was so exciting, the police officers didn't know how to answer the question.

"Then what does this gesture of the deceased mean?" Mumu reluctantly changed the topic.

"It's very simple. In fact, the way the deceased left his death message was extremely simple and crude."

Qin Ushu held up the deceased's hands again.

"Look carefully, you can see that the deceased's left hand is pointing at a pistol, while his right hand is curling his thumb into the palm of his hand. There are scars on the palms of both hands where the nails penetrated the skin after clenching hard, which means that this It was an act that the deceased did with all his strength before dying."

"And if you take out the thumb of the deceased's right hand, you will find——"

Qin Xianshu said and acted at the same time.

Megumi watched from the side with unblinking eyes.

Suddenly, his eyes widened slightly.

"This, this is... lipstick mark!"

"Yes."

In fact, as Futsuka said in the previous article, Ritsuko Shihara is a woman who likes to do exaggerated manicures.

She is not like ordinary manicure customers, she just paints her nails a more natural and healthy light pink, and at most applies a small amount of glitter.

She drew star patterns directly on her nails, no more, no less, exactly five.

And on the five stars on the thumb, there is a touch of light lipstick.

However, because it was a matter of life and death, the lipstick was applied in a slightly deviated position, from the tip of the nail to the base of the thumb.

"By the way, police department, let me ask a question, how do you use gestures to express numbers in Japan?" Qin Ushu asked suddenly.

"Gestures for numbers?"

The Mumu Police Department thought for a moment and gave a thumbs up.

"If one is a thumbs up, two is a thumbs up and index finger, three is a thumb, index finger and middle finger, and so on...ah, I understand! The real criminal is actually...!!!"

"No you don't understand."

Qin Xianshu interrupted him ruthlessly.

"The deceased's putting lipstick on her manicure was not an accidental act, but was done intentionally. This move implies that the gestures she made were expressed in a celestial way."

"In China, this gesture represents the number eight."

"In fact, the true identity of the prisoner is already very clear at this point. It's just that in order to prevent the police from understanding the message she left before her death, Ms. Ritsuko Hara made an extra effort to hold her thumb in her fist."

"This is the same as 'don't open that cabinet' or 'don't pay attention to that drawer.' The more you show something you want to hide, the easier it is to attract others' attention."

"Of course, considering the differences between cultures, this reminder is still very necessary, but for me, a pure Chinese, there is no obstacle."

"To be honest, I admire how someone can come up with so many twists and turns before dying. It's a pity that the murderer ultimately suffered the consequences of culture."

"You said what I said, right, Ms. Hachimaki?"

Qin Sanshu stood up from the ground with his knees up and looked back at the president's secretary with a livid face.

His volume was never deliberately suppressed from beginning to end, and Lang Lang's voice could be heard throughout the clothing store.

For a moment, the surroundings fell into dead silence.

"How... how is it possible!"

The president's secretary was still trying to keep herself calm, but everyone could see that she was out of breath.

"Everything is just your imagination. Besides, it's just a gesture. How can it prove that I am the criminal? Do you have evidence? If not, I can sue you for defamation!"

"The evidence - of course there is."

Qin Xianshu said calmly.

"It's just that this decisive evidence came so lightly that I don't want to bring it out to suppress you at all. It would make it appear that I'm not that smart."

"But since you are begging for a hammer so much, I have no choice but to satisfy you."

He took a deep breath and spoke word by word.

"Ms. Baju, do you dare to take off your shoes and let us see the soles of your feet?"

"Varied……"

The expression on the president's secretary's face suddenly stiffened.

Yukiko hasn't figured it out yet.

"Why the soles of the feet?"

"Because I have seen it before. The walls and doors of the fitting room are not very strong. If someone is doing activities on it, not to mention making abnormal noises, it is good if it does not collapse the fitting room. Yes." Qin Sanshu said.

"If the murderer wants to commit murder, he must first enter the deceased's dressing room."

"However, the deceased seemed to be a dog lover. His body was stained with dog hair all year round. Even when he was changing clothes, it would accidentally spill on the ground. This has been confirmed by the search department personnel before."

"In this way, as long as the murderer enters the deceased's dressing room, dog hair will inevitably be stuck on the soles of her feet, and she has no time to clean it, and she does not dare to clean it."