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Listening to Jiuji’s pressing question, Yako seemed to be stunned for a moment before replying, “It is true that we were looking separately at that time. ”

Hearing this, Jiujian immediately showed a smug expression, and then pressed in again: “So you probably prepared a similar chocolate yesterday night, killed him when you first went out to find Eryuan, and put the chocolate prepared in advance there!” As for the chocolate made today, as long as you take it away when you go out with everyone for the second time, everyone will naturally think that it was taken out by the prisoner! ”

“That’s impossible!” Fankawa immediately retorted for Yako, who seemed to be frightened.

“When we first went out to look for Eryuan, there was already a snowstorm outside, and if she had committed the crime at that time, then this photo taken at the time of the last crime should have been taken with heavy snow, but in fact, the sky in the photo is just a little gloomy!”

“But chocolate…”

“That’s how about this, I took a photo of the finished chocolate that everyone made today, originally I wanted to send it to everyone as a souvenir, but now it’s just for comparison!”

So everyone took out the photo and compared it with the chocolate that Maori had brought from the corpse at the scene, and found that except for a little melting, it seemed that both the pattern on it and the writing of the Roman characters were almost the same.

“If there were someone who made two cakes so similar, I really wanted to see it!” Fanchuan said loudly.

“So, the reasoning of the two of you is wrong!” Chiyoko’s mother-in-law said.

Jiu Mi smiled awkwardly when he heard this, “But that’s also good, isn’t it?” At least know that the prisoners are not among us, so we can sleep with peace of mind! ”

“Then let’s go to sleep first,” Itakura said, and hurried upstairs to his room with Shumi.

“Then in this way, it is a little higher that the prisoner is indeed an external criminal.”

Maori muttered in a low voice, then asked Fuyuma’s opinion.

“What do you think, Fuyuma?”

“Is that film and tape really taken by the deceased yesterday and today?” Fuyuma raised a doubtful point.

“What do you mean by that?” Maori asked suspiciously.

“Because usually the film that is filmed is automatically rolled to the end, I wonder if it is possible that the prisoner deliberately forged it and put it in later…”

“In that case, or we’ll compare the rest of that roll of film, just to compare it with the videotape he took yesterday.”

So the comparison results seem to have quickly come to the conclusion that the clothes worn on the photo and the video are exactly the same, of course, Mr. Nigaki, who was filmed, was basically not photographed, and the time of shooting was all in the evening.

“Then the last photo with blood shadows should have been taken during the day today.” Maori spoke the conclusion.

At this time, Yazi did not forget to add: “From the time we arrived at the villa yesterday to the time he went out with his camera during the day today, no one has left to go out. ”

“So the only person who can take that picture is him.” Fankawa also said.

Maori then casually said: “Then the only thing that can go wrong is that the person who developed the photo did something on it…”

Dongma also shook his head when he heard this, “But the problem is that Xiaolan was also with Miss Fanchuan when she was developing the photo, so she didn’t have a chance to do anything.” ”

“Yes, she didn’t do anything strange.” Xiaolan affirmed, and added again, “And in order not to leave her fingerprints on the photo, she deliberately wore a pair of gloves to carry out the work, and as long as she took the negative to look at it, she knew that she had not touched her hands and feet.” ”

“By the way…” Xiao Lan suddenly remembered something, “If you want to say strange places, it should be those completely black photos!” ”

“What is the situation?” Fuyuma immediately asked, as he had already guessed what might be the situation.

“The first two of the last photos with the blood shadow are all black.” Xiao Lan really made such an answer as he expected.

“So that’s the case…,” Fuyuma nodded with a smile.

However, Fan Chuan felt that there was nothing strange about this, “It must have been blocked by something when pressing the shutter, so I didn’t shoot anything!” ”

“Well… You have a point…,” Fuyuma said casually, when his attention suddenly focused on a video that was playing on the TV.

It seems that Mr. Nigaki threw the ball to Saburo’s side, but this cat-like Shikoku dog who likes to play with ball-like objects does not look interested at all.

“Mother-in-law, why is that dog called San Lang?” Dongma asked strangely, of course, the approximate answer he had already guessed, after all, her mother-in-law is now in her sixties, because of the problem of dog lifespan, her ex-husband must have had more than one dog, and there should have been two before.

And sure enough, Chiyoko gave a similar answer, but slightly different from what he predicted.

“Because the dogs I used to have were called Taro and Jiro, but they are no longer in this world. Taro was named after my husband, Jiro and Saburo are both Shikoku dogs of the same breed, and when I heard that my husband’s ex-wife died, Jiro died as if he had followed her. ”

“I want to see the picture of that Jiro, I don’t know if it’s inconvenient for Fang?” Fuyuma asked.

Although it was strange to Fuyuma’s request, Chiyoko nodded, “I think my husband’s photo album should have a picture of it, I remember it happened to be Mr. Futagaki’s room.” ”

“Then I’ll go get it.” Yako said, and Fanchuan also followed upstairs.

“Then what strange habits does San Lang usually have?” Fuyuma asked again, “For example, going out for a walk while talking to himself…”

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