Coroner Coroner

"Just think about it..."

"When terrorists engage in suicide attacks, they always seek the maximum degree of damage and use it to create a terrorist atmosphere, so as to achieve their own demands."

"And if the deceased is a terrorist..."

"He even risked his life. He couldn't just die with an empty men's room, right?"

There is really no way, Lin Xinyi can only explain his statement from the perspective of reasoning.

But Mao Lilan, who used to believe in reasoning the most, has an opinion instead:

"That's not necessarily the case..."

"Maybe, the deceased didn't actually want to hurt other people's lives, but just wanted to use this shocking way to win the attention of the society and the media?"

"If there is no evidence, there is no way to be sure that he is not a suicide attacker just by reasoning."

Mao Lilan retaliated against him in his own way, which caught Lin Xinyi off guard.

His eyes became more and more embarrassed:

Evidence-based, supplemented by reasoning, this is the basic principle he taught Mao Lilan.

But now he can't do it himself.

No way, this case lacks witnesses, and no one knows what happened to Tequila before her death.

And to find evidence from the scene to restore the truth, Lin Xinyi was... a little powerless.

He had never done this kind of bombing case, and it was not so easy to find evidence based on the extremely limited knowledge of the explosion scene that had barely been returned to the university teacher.

"This, uh..."

Lin Xinyi was hesitating, but at the side, an unexpected voice resounded firmly:

"The deceased was not a suicide."

"This is homicide, and I have found evidence."

It was Belmode who spoke.

With gloved hands, she found a fragment that was still intact among the bricks, rubble and stumps.

It was a fragment of a suitcase, and it was in the leather near the switch of the suitcase.

"see it?"

"This fragment of the suitcase is welded to the wire that has been blown off."

"This is the 'pull wire' to trigger the explosion."

"And if you search carefully, you can still see damaged batteries, springs, wires, and fire tubes..."

"There's no question it's a pull bomb."

Belmode talked about the knowledge of explosive devices, and then came to a conclusion:

"This kind of explosive device can trigger an explosion as long as a certain force is applied and the cable is pulled apart."

"So, here's the problem—"

"If it was a suicide attack, the bomb was prepared by the deceased himself. He can open the box and blow the bomb with his hands."

"Why did he go so far as to weld the wire that triggers the explosion to the inside of the box?"

Unknowingly, both Lin Xinyi and Mao Lilan were engrossed in listening.

And Belmode seemed to enjoy the kind of admiring and focused gaze cast by the two students.

Hmm...especially from Mo Lilan's eyes.

Being watched with such admiration by that Angel lady, this Witch with Thousand Faces, whose heart has long been cold, unconsciously felt a kind of happiness that she had never felt before.

As a result, Belmode's voice quietly became powerful:

"The murderer welded the guy wires to the inside of the box, and there's only one explanation:"

"That's why he set up a mechanism in this box."

"As long as someone opens the box, the well-laid guy wire will be stretched and the bomb will be detonated."

"In other words, this is simply a trap—"

"This suitcase is a booby trap."

"The dead were killed by someone blowing up."

Chapter 233 Urging to sell the organization

Belmode easily recognized the type of explosive device of the bomb and discovered the trap set by the killer using the suitcase.

This attracted Miss Maori's admiration:

"Miss Chris knows so much!"

She unknowingly forgot the identity of the beautiful lady in front of her, and touched Belmode's heart with those big watery eyes filled with admiration.

"Haha... I just happened to be interested in this knowledge."

Belmode smiled to hide the complexity in his heart:

This was the knowledge she acquired to kill people, but now it is used to solve the case.

What she gained was no longer fear and hatred, but the admiration and yearning eyes of that angel lady.

have to say…

This feeling is very good.

The smile on the corner of Belmode's mouth couldn't help but become more natural.

"So..." Mao Lilan was still immersed in the search for the truth: "It has been confirmed that the deceased died of homicide, how can we find the murderer who killed him with the bomb?"

"There is no surveillance near the bathroom, and no witnesses passed by before the incident..."

"How did the deceased get the box containing the bomb?"

"Eh..." Lin Xinyi was silent for a while.

In fact, they all know the direction of the next investigation.

Because Tequila came to trade with a guy named Hideaki Nakajima this time, this matter obviously has something to do with Mr. Nakajima.

But it's not easy to say it in public.

In the eyes of outsiders, the current identity of the deceased is a mystery, let alone who he came here to meet and what he did.

It's like doing a math homework with a reference answer to turn over, but the answer says "the proof process is abbreviated"... I can't write the answer even if I know it.

"I do have an idea..."

Or Belmode reacted faster.

She picked up a deformed iron badge from the ruins:

"This should have fallen from that suitcase, full of the Paradise Company logo."

"Have you noticed? The Mantiantian employees who came to the hotel today to participate in the new work launch are all carrying this kind of black suitcase with the company badge in their hands."

"This kind of suitcase should be the standard suitcase distributed by the staff of Mantiantang Company."

"That is to say..."

After Belmod paused for a while, Mao Lilan answered tacitly:

"The box containing the bomb may have been taken by the deceased from an employee of Mantiantian at the scene?"

"That's right." Belmode nodded approvingly.

Unknowingly, she and Mao Lilan seem to have become partners in reasoning.

And Mao Lilan quickly followed her thinking:

"But there are so many heavenly staff at the scene."

"How do we find the guy who might have something to do with the deceased?"

"I have nothing to do..."

Belmode shrugged and made a helpless look:

"In short, let's gather the Mantiantian staff at the scene to ask about the situation."

"Maybe there will be something to gain."

..............................

After a few minutes.

The staff of Mantiantang who came to participate in the new work launch conference were all gathered in the hotel lobby.

There were dozens of them up and down, and they stood there in a haze, all carrying black suitcases of the same style in their hands.

"Everyone."

Lin Xinyi cleared his throat and said to everyone:

"Has any of you seen this dead man who was bombed?"

As he spoke, he held a photo of Tequila's head shot with a Polaroid camera.

The key parts below this guy's neck have disappeared under the action of some powerful force, as stipulated by the new regulations of Internet civilization.

So only his head was photographed in this mugshot.

Although his head is also somewhat deformed and distorted, his facial features are relatively clear and can still be recognized.

"Has any of you seen him?"

Lin Xin sent the big head photo for everyone to circulate, and asked over and over again.

And those Mantiantang employees had no more effective response except for their faces turning pale and trembling from the bloody photos that needed to be typed on the Internet.

They all looked at each other and looked at each other, as if no one had ever seen the unlucky deceased in this photo.