Coroner Coroner

The yellow-haired young man slumped softly on the ground with a plop:

"But...but officer..."

"I really didn't mean it!"

"It was that guy who almost beat me to death, so I was forced to hit him hard!"

But in just one second, this arrogant and provocative little yellow-haired man was crying pitifully.

Immediately afterwards, he explained in detail again crying:

It turned out that he was just a thief who broke into the empty door and didn't know the deceased at all.

This time I sneaked into Mr. Iida's house through the window just to steal some property.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Iida came home from get off work early and caught him.

He originally planned to get caught without a fight, and he called the police to surrender himself.

But Mr. Iida wanted to take the opportunity to vent his anger and beat him to death.

So, in desperation, he had no choice but to fight desperately, and then he missed and killed the other party.

"I don't want to kill... I really don't want to kill..."

The more weeping the yellow-haired young man became, the more sad and pitiful he became.

As if he really was some kind of victim forced to defend himself.

"Bullshit!"

Mr. Takagi Shepherd, who is usually gentle and kind, was so angry that he couldn't stand it any longer:

"Mr. Iida was knocked down indoors by you with a baseball bat and completely lost his ability to resist. Then you took him outside and killed him with a dagger."

"How could you not do it on purpose?!"

"I..." The yellow-haired youth was momentarily at a loss for words.

He didn't seem to expect that the police could restore the process of his murder in such a detailed way.

Is this still the Metropolitan Police Department that the murderers love most?

Why is it so hard to fool!

"I... I did those disguises out of desperation."

"But...but when I knocked him out with a baseball bat, he wasn't breathing."

"Later, I was afraid that the fact that I accidentally killed someone would be exposed, and I was also worried that leaving a baseball bat as a murder weapon would arouse your suspicion."

"That's why I dragged his 'body' outside and stabbed him again with a knife, pretending to be the arsonist."

"But who would have thought..."

"He wasn't dead then?"

The yellow-haired youth insisted that he had killed Mr. Iida by mistake.

Although this cannot change his murder charge, it can reduce the "plot" of the crime.

If the court believes that the yellow-haired young man did not intend to kill, and believes that he was forced to defend himself and killed by mistake when his life was threatened...

Then the final sentence and sentencing will definitely reduce him.

"You..." Miwako Sato and Tsutomu Takagi both fell silent.

None of them expected that the murderer would be so brazen, so shameless that he tried to pin the blame on the dead man.

But the question is...

Mr. Iida is dead now.

Although the statement given by the yellow-haired youth cannot be proved, it cannot be falsified either.

If he finds another shameless lawyer like him to defend himself, maybe he can really convince the court of his "forced self-defense" statement.

"it is true!"

The yellow-haired youth wept and shouted:

"If you don't believe me, you can check my phone."

"I still have a record of calling 110 on my phone!"

"I wanted to call the police and surrender, but that guy suddenly punched and kicked me, trying to put me to death."

With that said, he really took out his cell phone.

There is really a record of calling 110 on it.

But was hung up within a few seconds.

"That guy did it."

"He didn't want me to call the police and surrender, he just wanted to beat me to death!"

The yellow-haired young man cried more and more.

Even the onlookers felt a little sympathy for him.

Although it was his own burglary, the guilt comes first.

But if Mr. Iida really refuses to give up the capital, but wants to take the opportunity to beat the thief to death for the purpose of venting his emotions... that is indeed a bit too much.

With this thought in mind, the eyes of everyone at the scene looking at the yellow-haired young man became a lot gentler unconsciously.

So, the little yellow hair got even more excited:

"It was my fault to kill, but at that time...if I didn't hit hard at that time, I would really be beaten to death."

"If you don't believe me, you can look at the injuries on my body again."

As he said that, he took off his shirt repeatedly, revealing his thin upper body like a bamboo pole.

His body was indeed bruised and purple, and it looked like he had a lot of injuries.

Although it was not to the point of being "bruised and bruised", it was enough to show that the fighting was intense at that time.

"Look...look!"

The yellow-haired youth continued to buy vegetables, crying:

"Look at what that guy beat me to!"

"Well... I see it."

Naruto Asai's voice sounded faintly.

He quietly appeared beside Miwako Sato, looking sharply at the murderer:

"Show the injury to the forensic doctor."

"You are quite courageous."

Chapter 430 Non-Recyclable Garbage

The yellow-haired young man was still crying and showing off his pity.

Naomi Asai asked directly and coldly:

"You said you were almost beaten to death by Mr. Iida."

"Then how did he hit you? Was it a punch to the head or a kick? Where did he hit you?"

"I..." The yellow-haired youth choked on his voice.

Lies are most afraid of being asked about details.

Because these details don't exist at all, once people ask about it, they can only make it up by telling more lies.

He thought about it nervously, and then replied shyly:

"It's just fists...nothing else."

"I was lying on the ground and didn't dare to resist, so these fists all, all hit my back."

The yellow-haired young man also knew that his injuries were all concentrated on his back, so he made up a saying that could correspond to the injury.

"You said that when you were lying on the ground, Mr. Iida hit you with his fist?"

Asai Chengshi smiled disdainfully:

"Sir, don't you think the movements you made up are a bit awkward?"

"To beat a guy lying on the ground with his fists, the assailant himself has to bend over all the time."

"Isn't this gesture too strenuous?"

"Will anyone fight like this?"

"Eh..." The yellow-haired youth dripped with cold sweat on his forehead.

He has begun to show desperation, and he is even more panicked when he lies:

"Yes... I remembered wrongly."

"At that time, I was lying on the ground with my face facing the ground, and I couldn't see how that guy hit me."

"It shouldn't be a fist, but a kick?"

"Kicked with your feet?" Asai Chengmi felt even more amused:

"Mr. Iida is strong and strong, and he still wears a pair of police leather boots with iron toes."

"And the bruise on your back looks quite large and very scary, but there is only subcutaneous bleeding without peeling off the skin, and the skin hasn't even been scratched."

"If he was wearing these iron boots and kicking you condescendingly, how could your back injury be so light?"

"Could it be that your thin shirt is stronger than a samurai's armor?"

"..." The yellow-haired youth was momentarily at a loss for words.

And Asai Chengshi did not leave him a chance to breathe: