After all, Officer Sato has worked in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department for many years, and he can tell the current situation in just one sentence.
The three passengers looked at each other and their eyes became alert: they were both unlucky people who were taken away by the police, and they had a certain friendship with each other. But now, they learned that the murderer was probably among them...
The fragile friendship between brothers and brothers fell apart in an instant, and they looked at the other two, as if they had a little more scrutiny.
After a brief silence, the citizen living in Tokyo took the lead in supporting the police's work. He sighed: "My name is Iwakitaro, and I have been sitting in this position before."
He pointed to the schematic diagram of the train laying on the table: "I was listening to the horse racing radio at that time, but I didn't know what happened, and there was a sudden riot in the aisle behind me.
"The crowd was surrounded, buzzing, and it was so noisy that I couldn't hear the horse racing broadcast, so I had to change to a quieter car."
"?" The other two passengers always felt that the story was strange everywhere, and they couldn't help but look at him suspiciously: "When you heard the commotion around you, you didn't go to join in the fun or inquire about the news, but went to change the carriage and listen to the radio? This is a bit fake. You guys are really not attentive at all - the policeman, it must be him, hurry up and catch him!"
"What does it mean to 'change the carriage and listen to the radio'? You must have never played horse racing. Such an exciting live event broadcast is much more important than joining in the fun!" The Tokyo passenger snorted coldly:
"Besides, what's the point of getting involved in the excitement? It's just killing people, bombs loaded in the car, some people were injured, some people were fighting... What's the use of these messy things in the past?
"If I really go, I may be stabbed, bombed, caught as hostage, or taken away as a suspicious person by the police. Just like now - I am not a masochist, even if there is no live horse racing, I will definitely go as far as I can."
"This..." As the other two passengers listened, their momentum was slightly weak and they were a little convinced.
Officer Sato was not anxious to question, nor did he immediately rule out the suspicion of this person. After all, there was more than one suspect here. So soon, she looked at the other two: "Where are you?"
The fat social animal was stunned, pushed her glasses, followed the precedent of the passenger just now, and described it in a similar way: "My name is Deshan Fanan. At that time, I left the seat to buy coffee from the vending machine.
"On the way back after buying coffee, I heard a few passengers gathered together to discuss something fiercely. I listened casually and actually heard a bomb installed on the car... As a result, the bomb is gone, but someone has been stabbed. This is really scary."
The two officers listened and recorded, and then they looked at the last thin passenger wearing a white knitted hat: "Where are you?"
The passenger recalled: "My name is Akishi, and I was sitting in the seat here before. But I am different from this Mr. Iwakuni. I don't have that strong concentration. I found that there was a commotion in the carriage, so I immediately went over and joined in the fun.
"As a result, I heard that there was a bomb on the car. I couldn't sit still on the spot. In order to survive, I could only move forward. In this way, even if the vehicle exploded, I wouldn't throw me off. Think about it, if the bomb exploded the Shinkansen into two pieces, the rails would definitely be destroyed. The first half of the car could still drive as usual, but the second half would be troublesome. When the flames were blown by the wind, they would soon spread into the interior of the car, let alone if the vehicle derailed, the people in the car would have to explain."
Vodka: "..." At first glance, this guy's words seem to make some sense...
When organizing cadres to silently supplement new knowledge.
Next to it, Officer Takagi recalled a clue provided by Conan, and asked the Tokyo passengers and knitted hats: "When you cross the aisle, are you holding a newspaper in your hands?"
The two nodded, and then their hearts were stuttering: Why do you want to ask such a thing specifically? Does the police think that the newspaper is related to this murder?
Thinking of this, the Tokyo passenger raised his hand and pointed to the short and fat community behind him: "If you want to talk about newspapers, this guy's seat is near me. I remember that he also read the newspaper after getting in the car, but he didn't carry it with him later."
"Ah, no, that's right." The short and fat community livestock said nervously, "I finished reading it, so I didn't carry it with me. Is there any problem with this?"
"No problem." Jiang Xia casually flipped through the records made by Officer Takagi and said to the three suspects, "Can you show us the newspapers you have come into contact with?"
The three passengers looked at each other nervously and nodded hesitantly: "Okay."
Officer Sato remembered something and added: "I remember Conan said that Mr. Tokuyama was holding a can of coffee in his hand." She looked at the thrifty community, "When you brought the newspaper over, remember to bring that cup of coffee together."
...
It didn't take long, and as Vodka's complex gaze was placing three newspapers in front of Jiang Xia.
"These photos look quite familiar." Conan slipped to Jiang Xia and looked at the table on tiptoe.
It didn't take long, and he remembered where this sense of familiarity came from - when he was arguing with Hattori Heiji at Shin-Osaka Station just now, Jiang Xia was bored looking through the newspaper next to him, and the newspapers on the shelf...
He looked at the three suspects: "Uncle, you all got on the bus at Shin Osaka Station?"
The three nodded: "We bought our newspaper there too."
The one for Tokyo passengers is "Horse Racing 7", which is in line with what he said just now, "to change the carriage specifically to listen to the horse racing radio."
The short and fat social animal who bought coffee bought the newspaper was the ordinary "East Chao News".
The newspaper for the passenger with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek is "Dians Sports News".
Officer Takagi went back and forth at the table, sometimes far and sometimes near, and finally, he stopped at a specific distance.
"It's almost that far." He raised his hand and gestured, and then muttered:
"If the murderer really sent a message to Chisato Okura, then from this distance, Chisato Okura must have excellent eyesight to see the small words on the newspaper - I'll ask if there is any information about Chisato Okura in Osaka."
Jiang Xia shook her head and helped him eliminate this possibility: "While the murderer was walking, he had to casually turn the newspaper towards Kenzao Okura, and he would not attract the attention of Officer Takagi.
"In this case, even if Chisao Okura has really good eyesight, they would not choose to send messages in small words."
Chapter completed!