No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

Conan remained silent and followed Qiaoqiao to the outdoors.

The latter glanced back at the primary school student, pressed the number, and opened the public release:

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

"I'm the Suzuki consultant of the Metropolitan Police Department's Investigation Division. Are you a family member of Miss Sanami Watanabe?"

The voice over the microphone is delicate and young:

"Yes, I'm her sister Yui Watanabe."

The girl paused for a while, and then changed the subject: "Wait, are you Suzuki Qiaoqiao?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"I've seen you on TV, you're a handsome guy."

"Thank you." Qiaoqiao pulled back to the subject: "Are your parents here? Can you let them answer the phone?"

"Okay, wait a minute. Mom, call!"

Accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps, a middle-aged woman's voice sounded over the receiver:

"Officer, hello, what's the matter?"

Listening to this tone, it is obvious that he still does not know the news of his daughter's death.

Taking into account the mood of being a parent, Qiao Qiao tried not to mention:

"That's right, I want to find you to understand a few things."

"No problem, you said."

"How is the usual relationship between Mr. Yamada Kojiro and Miss Watanabe?"

Hearing this topic, Watanabe's mother gave her own evaluation:

"It's very bad. Maybe because of their different family backgrounds, their living habits and three views are contradictory. Yamada didn't agree to divorce, so he kept dragging it on. Sanami didn't want to live with him, and it's been more than half a year since he moved back. By the way, she said yesterday. I went to Yamada to negotiate a divorce, but I haven't come back yet. Officer, did something happen to her?"

Suzuki Qiaoqiao did not answer directly, but said politely:

"The specific situation will be notified by the staff later, please be patient."

Whether it is a black-haired person sending a white-haired person or a white-haired person sending a black-haired person, it is a great stimulation.

Rather than simply and rudely instilling the message, it is better to give a hint so that the other party can vaguely guess.

With a buffer and then knowing the truth, I will always feel better in my heart.

Hanging up the phone, Suzuki Qiaoqiao looked at the little detective:

"Shinichi, what do you think?"

Conan shook his head, feeling very troubled.

This murder case is different from previous cases.

The previous suspects would spend most of their energy on setting up the scene or in subtle murder techniques.

However, he often forgets to clear the traces, so Conan can always follow the trail and find out the real culprit behind the scenes.

But in this case, Mr. Yamada's plan was meticulous, and it was difficult to find conclusive evidence.

Qiao Qiao frowned, thinking the same as him.

The confession of Miss Watanabe's family does not match that of Mr. Yamada.

It makes the context of the whole case very clear.

Half a year ago, the husband and wife were emotionally incompatible and separated for some reason.

Yamada Kojiro secretly wanted to kill, and bought accident insurance in advance.

Then find the right time, create an alibi, and hire others to do it.

However, rigorous guesswork alone is not enough.

The real culprit must be found, or hard evidence to convict.

The found insurance policy can be regarded as circumstantial evidence at most, and cannot play a key role.

Wait, the policy? !

He narrowed his eyes slightly and grinned wickedly:

"I have a bold idea."

……

"Mr. Yamada."

Qiao Qiao, who came back from the phone call, was aggressive.

With a generous body of 1.9 meters five, standing in front of him feels very oppressive:

"Please follow us to the Metropolitan Police Department."

Kojiro took two steps back vigilantly and opened the distance:

"No, officer, you doubt me?"

He knew that there was no handle left, and he didn't show any timidity at all:

"I have many witnesses, you can't make a false accusation out of thin air!"

"Oh, the family members of the deceased have all called. They said that your husband and wife have been separated for half a year and are preparing for a divorce recently."

Kojiro rolled his eyes and responded quickly:

"Indeed, we separated for some irreconcilable reasons before. I called him over yesterday, not to discuss divorce, but to discuss reconciliation. After all, there was a husband and wife fight, and there was a quarrel at the head of the bed. She couldn't let me down, and she promised I moved back in a few days. This has changed my mind, how can I kill her? Oh, I know, it must be Kazuo Takahashi!"

Seeing that the suspect took the initiative to reveal a person, Qiao Qiao asked:

"Who is Kazuo Takahashi?"

"To be honest, he's my wife's boyfriend."

Yamada lowered his head and revealed that he was a little ashamed to open his mouth:

"He is a friend of my wife. He saw an emotional crisis in our marriage before, and tricked her into separating from me, so he could take advantage of it. Yesterday, when we talked about getting back together, Sanami said that he would cut off contact with Takahashi. He may be dissatisfied because of this. There will be retaliation."

Male, with a motive for committing the crime, close to the deceased, and able to enter the house without a key. .

Is the candidate exposed by Yamada Kojiro the real murderer or a smoke bomb?

Qiao Qiao thought to himself, and felt that the latter was more likely.

To confirm, he took out the accident insurance policy found on the second floor:

"Since you're blaming others, please explain first, what's going on with this insurance?"

Yamada Kojiro's eyelids twitched. He didn't expect the police to find this, so he was at a loss for words.

"Why don't you speak, can't you explain?"

"No, I did it when my wife and I went bungee jumping."

What happened half a year ago cannot be verified in the short term.

Qiao Qiao seems to have obtained the silk stockings with hooks, tearing open the breach a little bit:

"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it. Let me guess, what price did you pay to let someone else kill you? It's not a bloody feud. It's unrealistic to kill for friendship. Or is it more reliable to spend money, don't you think? "

Yamada Kojiro's eyes flickered, he couldn't understand what medicine was sold in the police officer's gourd:

"What do you mean?"

"As long as I explain my doubts to the claims adjuster of the insurance company, do you think I can still get the money?"

When Yamada Kojiro heard the words, his pupils suddenly widened.

After Suzuki Qiaoqiao said this, he had no idea in his heart.

With the intervention of the police, can I still get the compensation normally?

The personal accident insurance policy has a total of [-] pages, and the text is densely packed.

Just like registering a game account or installing a mobile app.

Relevant rules and regulations, normal people will not carefully read.

When Yamada Kojiro bought accident insurance, he only remembered the insurance amount and the policy time limit.

For those cumbersome regulations, I don't have the mind to read them at all.

Now that there is a fatal case at home, house prices are bound to plummet.

If the police are so tossed and let the insurance policy become waste paper, he will be very sad in the future.

"Why don't you speak, is it time for the sage?"

Seeing that Yamada Kojiro's face was tense, Suzuki Takashi took advantage of the victory to pursue:

"Hiring a murderer to kill shouldn't be a small sum. I'll contact the bank later to retrieve your large withdrawal records for the past six months. If you can't explain the ins and outs of the money, please follow us to the Metropolitan Police Department. Take a trip."

"me……"

Yamada Kojiro felt stressed and was speechless.

He thought that by cleaning up the scene and letting the murderer escape, he would never be able to find him.

Unexpectedly, there are still important clues left.

"You just hurry up and say who the murderer is."

Qiao Qiao came to him and said in a persuasive manner:

"He not only screwed up suicide, but also slept with your wife. You can bear it. You are really a tauren."

The corners of Yamada Kojiro's mouth twitched, his expression strange:

"what?"

"If you don't believe me, smell it. Does she smell of heather?"

……