Coroner Coroner

"Is there no clue..."

Mo Lilan sighed helplessly.

There was a lack of witnesses, the security of the hotel was insufficient, and the scene was blown up into a mess. Many things were destroyed in the high-temperature, high-pressure explosion.

So how should we investigate next?

She subconsciously wanted to ask that "Miss Chris" for her opinion.

But when Mao Lilan turned her head away, she found that Belmode had disappeared without knowing when.

And just then...

In the silent crowd just now, a clear male voice suddenly sounded:

"Nakajima, Nakajima Hideaki seems to have talked to the man in that photo!"

Suddenly someone broke such a shocking news.

"What? Nakajima knew the guy who was killed?!"

The staff all looked at Mr. Hideaki Nakajima in unison.

He looked younger and handsome, but at this moment, his face was full of fear and panic.

This looks like a guilty conscience.

The eyes of his colleagues suddenly became more strange, as if they subconsciously regarded him as a potential bomber.

"Say, what do you say..."

"How did I know that guy?"

With cold sweat dripping from his forehead, Nakajima Hideaki said incoherently:

"I-I've never seen him at all."

"Who said that I chatted with him just now, did you read it wrong?"

He looked nervously at the crowd who had just made a sound.

But no one in the crowd came forward to testify against him.

Of course no one will stand up.

Because that voice was simply made by Belmode walking around behind the crowd and opening his mouth with a voice-changing technique.

She directly used this method of pretending to be a witness, mixed in the crowd, and shook out the answer "Hideaki Nakajima".

"Mr. Hideaki Nakajima!"

Naturally, Lin Xinyi would not go looking for the witness who did not exist at all.

He just took advantage of the situation and firmly locked his eyes on Hideaki Nakajima:

"Tell me, what is your relationship with the deceased?"

"Did he be killed by you?"

"How, how is it possible!" Nakajima Hideaki's face turned pale: "How dare I kill that guy!"

"Then you know him?"

Lin Xinyi caught the loophole in the other party's words:

"Tell me, what is your relationship with him?"

Nakajima Hideaki flinched, not daring to answer.

And Lin Xinyi already knew the relationship between him and Tequila.

So, his eyes quickly locked on the black suitcase that Hideaki Nakajima was holding in his hand:

"Mr. Nakajima, can I see what's in your box?"

Nakajima Hideaki's expression became even uglier.

He subconsciously protected the box in his hand, as if he was afraid of being seen.

But Lin Xinyi snatched the suitcase from him, and opened it in public——

Inside is money.

And it's a box of money.

Everyone present was startled by such a scene:

"Why is there so much money in Nakajima's box?"

"What did he bring money to the press conference for?"

Nakajima Hideaki lowered his head guiltily, not daring to look at anyone.

And Lin Xinyi, who knew the answer a long time ago, asked along the way:

"If I'm not mistaken, the money may be related to the mysterious deceased?"

"If the money in this box is tested, maybe the skin flakes and fingerprints of the deceased can be detected."

"If that's the case..."

Lin Xinyi looked aggressively at Hideaki Nakajima:

"Mr. Nakajima, you are in serious trouble."

"If you want to be charged with murder like this, just keep silent!"

"me…"

Hideaki Nakajima's forehead was covered with sweat:

"I can't tell!"

"Why can't you say it?!"

"Because of those people, the organization that I traded with..." Hideaki Nakajima said with fear on his face: "If I betray them, they will definitely kill me."

"..."

Lin Xinyi was silent for a while, and then said with a strange expression:

"Don't be afraid, trust the police."

"No matter how powerful the organization is, it can't be the enemy of our Metropolitan Police Department."

"No…they're not the same."

Nakajima Hideaki is like a frightened rabbit, trembling all over:

"Their power is terrible, if you say it, you will die!"

"What's so scary?!" Lin Xinyi said angrily, "Could it be that the organization still sends undercover agents to the Metropolitan Police Department to kill people under our noses?!"

"Don't worry, with us here, the organization will definitely not touch you."

Of course you won't touch him.

Because Belmode told him in private that Hideaki Nakajima is an insignificant role.

Even if he wanted to sell the organization, he would not be able to sell any valuable information. The organization sent killers to deal with him, which would be a waste of resources.

Nakajima Hideaki was worried that he would be silenced by the organization... This is a bit self-important.

"You might as well think about it differently."

Lin Xinyi's persuasion had no effect, and at this moment, Belmode, who had just disappeared for a while, quietly appeared beside him:

"Mr. Nakajima, if you don't cooperate with the case, people think that the deceased was killed by you."

"Do you think that organization will let you go?"

"You know, you just 'killed' someone from their organization!"

Belmode's words hit the nail on the head.

And when she spoke, her tone was even more bleak and cold:

"Think about it... without the protection of the Metropolitan Police Department, how many days do you have to live?"

"Maybe, like the member of the organization that you 'killed', you will be blown into a wall of meat paste!"

"This..." Nakajima Hideaki turned pale.

This coward, who was too scared to speak at first, was so frightened that he uttered all his words:

"I, I say!"

"That dead big man actually came to trade with me today."

"But the person who killed him... definitely wasn't me!"

Under the impatient urging eyes of two members of the organization, he finally sold the organization.

Chapter 234 The Actor's Method of Solving the Case

It turned out that Tequila made an appointment with Hideaki Nakajima today to trade at Mantiantian's new work conference.

The transaction process is:

Hideaki Nakajima deposits a suitcase containing confidential company documents at the front desk.

Tequila then deposited the cash in the suitcase, which was exactly the same as the heavenly suitcase, at the front desk.

Then, the two met at the agreed place, and low-key exchanged the number plates they got from the front desk when they deposited their boxes.

Tequila then took the exchanged number plate and went to pick up the box that Hideaki Nakajima had stored in advance.

"That's the way it is..."

"But my box contains only confidential documents stolen from the company. It's not a bomb!"

"I don't have any grudges against that guy, I just want to take the opportunity to make a lot of money... How could it be possible to put a bomb in the box?!"

Nakajima Hideaki defended himself in such a trembling manner.