The Weird Magician of the Kexue World

Fujiwara Kyosuke and Kenchi Police Department followed closely behind.

When the three of them came to the door of Hiruta Yazhi's room, there were several blood-stained ten thousand yuan bills scattered on the ground.

Seeing this, Zhizhi Jianwu hurriedly opened the door, only to see Hiruta Masashi who was already dead.

"Jianchi-Jun, please call everyone to the living room."

Akechi Jianwu thinks he has found the murderer and is ready to uncover the truth in his heart.

living room.

After everyone was seated, the Jianchi Police Department asked, "Police, is it okay not to call Mr. Ice room?"

"Well, because Mr. Ice room is not in this villa."

Ichigo Kengo said with a confident smile.

"what!"

The Jianchi Police Department said with a confused look: "Who is the one in the studio?"

"That's just a fake." Zhizhi Jianwu affirmed.

"how come?"

Reika Hayami looked puzzled, she looked at Fujiwara Kyousuke and said, "Fujiwara-kun, what's going on?"

"Ah~"

Fujiwara Kyousuke smiled and said, "Do you still remember that self-portrait?"

"Ok!"

Everyone nodded, and Akechi Kengo didn't say much, and temporarily handed the stage to Fujiwara Kyosuke.

"Look at this picture."

Fujiwara Kyosuke turned on the monitor in the room through the remote control.

It was the self-portrait displayed on the monitor.

"I felt something was wrong with the painting from the first sight, especially after seeing his buttons."

"Buttons and seams are opposites!"

Hayami Reika really has a little potential to become a detective, and she found the clue at a glance.

"Yes, Reika is right, Mr. Ice room drew this self-portrait while looking in the mirror."

Hayashi Reika looked at Ichi-san, who was holding a paintbrush in his right hand, and subconsciously said, "So, the real Mr. Hiroshima is left-handed!"

"Hey, I remember when I was looking for his autograph, he seemed to be using his right hand!"

Fujiwara Kyousuke nodded with a smile, she is really a girl who is very handsome.

"That's right!"

Akechi Kengo nodded and said, "When Rie Garner was murdered, he did not have an alibi. He could use the rope you found to travel between the main building and the annex in a very short time."

"I'm afraid he made such a move by reflecting on the window and discovering the secrets in the self-portrait."

"Then what's the motive?"

[Author's digression]: Ask for collection, ask for comment, ask for silver ticket!!

Chapter 66 The Legendary Murder Case of Yuki Yasha (End)

in the living room.

Zhizhi Jianwu took out the fax and showed it to everyone.

"In the air crash ten years ago, the real Hiroshima Ichiro died unfortunately. Hiruta and the others, who rushed over to interview the accident, became greedy and let one of them do it. Bingshi Yisheng's stand-in."

"Their purpose is to get hold of Mr. Hiromuro's paintings and property."

"But why did the fake Mr. Hiimuro's people kill his comrade?" Ayatsuji Marina asked.

Hayami Reika guessed: "Maybe there was a dispute between the companions."

"So to say."

Koishirou said, "Mr. Hiruta and Mr. Akashi don't work very much, but when they needed to shoot a movie, they didn't even ask for sponsorship, but the funds were extremely abundant."

"Why, let's ask him himself."

Zhizhi Jianwu got up and said to everyone: "At the last moment, let's go together?"

Everyone nodded, got up one after another, and followed Zhizhi Jianwu to the studio.

"Mr. Ice Room, please open the door!"

Zhizhi Jianwu slapped the door, but it was extremely quiet inside.

"no solution anymore."

The Jianchi Police Department came to the door and kicked open the locked door.

Enter the room.

I saw the fake ice room Yisheng sitting in front of the drawing board, motionless, and a few pills fell to the ground.

His hand fell naturally, and the brush fell to the ground.

A bright red trace goes from top to bottom, which is extremely conspicuous on the snow-white drawing paper.

"already dead!"

Jianchi Police Department felt his pulse and said solemnly.

"Police!"

Aya Tsuji Marina suddenly pointed to the key on the ground and said, "Look at this."

Zhizhi Jianwu picked up the key and said to himself, "Is it the key to this room? If the door is locked from the inside..."

"That's suicide!"

The Jianchi Police Department pointed to the drug road on the ground.

Everyone found a suicide note on the table.

"Sorry, I have caused a lot of trouble for everyone. The three murders that happened in this villa are the ones who killed me!"

Jianchi Police Department saw the man's wig removed, revealing a strange face.

Akechi Kengo read out the content of the suicide note: "My real name is Mizunuma Takao, and I was in charge of interviews with Hiruta and the others, mainly doing makeup work."

"Ten years ago, I, Akashi, Biruta, and the fashionable and unknown four Ghanaians were stranded at the scene of the accident due to accidental reasons. We planned to sell the video of the accident to the TV station at a high price, so we were in a relaxed mood. went to the scene."

"Then, we found the body of a saint in the ice room at the scene..."

The Jianchi Police Department found the clothes and masks used to disguise as Snow Yaksha in the cabinet.

"It seems that because we knew that we had noticed the self-portrait and felt that we couldn't hide it any longer, we took this extreme approach and ended it all."

Zhizhi Jianwu looked at the Jianchi police department and said, "Quickly contact the Tokyo headquarters."

"Yes!"

The Jianchi Police Department nodded and went out to make a phone call.

As the phone hangs up, it means the case is over.

midnight.

Fujiwara Kyousuke was walking alone on the snowy mountain road, looking for the magic weapon Koizumi Hongko said.

"Fujiwara-kun."

A female voice stopped him.

"It's Aya Tsuji-san!"

With a gentle smile, Fujiwara Kyousuke said, "Have you gone to rest so late?"

"I can not sleep."

Ayatsuji Marina looked a little lost.

"Aya Tsuji-sang, relax, the days ahead are still long, and your mother doesn't want you to continue like this."

Fujiwara Kyousuke explained, he knew what this girl was suffering.

It can even be imagined that every time she dreamed at midnight, the girl would dream that her mother died tragically under the wreckage of the plane, and the four scumbags were discussing how to divide up the property of Ice Room Yisheng.

He ignored the little girl's prayer and even kicked it away.

They could have saved the little girl's mother.

Although Fujiwara Kyosuke had never felt the despair of witnessing his mother's death, he could understand a thing or two.

"Fujiwara-san..."

When Ayatsuji Marina heard Fujiwara Kyousuke's words, tears welled up in her eyes, and she murmured, "You already knew that, right? I saw your confident smile in the river valley, and I knew you understood everything."

"Why didn't you tell the truth just now, and was robbed of the limelight by the police from the Metropolitan Police Department, is it really okay?"

"Could it be that in Aya Tsuji-sang's heart, I am someone who likes to show off?"

Fujiwara Kyousuke smiled and sighed, "Aya Tsuji-san, do you know which novel I like the most?"

Aya Tsuji Marina shook her head, slightly confused.

"Murder on the Orient Express!"

Fujiwara Kyousuke said: "I think at the last moment, the moment when the life and death of twelve people are decided, Hercule Poirot is really handsome!"

"As for you, it may be that I feel pity. I really can't imagine how you have survived so many years when you are only ten years old."

"I know that Fujiwara-kun is actually kind. I was in London last year, and I knew it when I saw you carrying that old scavenger back home."

Ayatsuji Marina lowered her head and said in a low voice, "Actually, I prefer to be accused by Fujiwara-kun as the murderer."

"Sorry, I think Aki-san's reasoning is correct and impeccable." Fujiwara Kyousuke said with a smile.

"I want to listen to Fujiwara-kun's reasoning, it's real reasoning, okay?" Aya Tsuji Marina with a complicated smile: "I really want to hear it once, on the spot instead of on TV."