Jiang Xia glanced at him: "Why is the direction of the knife point far-fetched?"
The knitted hat passenger remembered the feat of turning the situation around with just one sentence and leading the other two suspects to surround the police, and couldn't help but feel proud:
"Didn't you hear what I just said? - Because the knife is difficult to pull in the stomach, the deceased had to stand up and draw the knife with both hands. Once the position is high, the knife will bounce when it falls. In this way, it is not surprising that it is placed in any direction."
The detective seemed a little puzzled: "Why do you have to stand up when you draw your sword with both hands?"
The passenger of the knitted hat looked at him like a fool: "You guy, your reputation is all produced by the water army. Isn't this something you can think of by just using your brain? If you don't stand up, how can you get a knife in his left hand?"
“…”
Suddenly there was silence in the carriage.
The other two passengers turned their heads and looked at him with a little frightened and confused: "Why can't the knife be reached with the left hand? The deceased is disabled?"
"Of course it's because...!!" The knitted hat passenger suddenly woke up, and his confident voice gradually stuttered, "No, no, I mean..."
Officer Sato's eyes became sharp: "The deceased's left hand was handcuffed to the crossbar of the wall in front. If he wanted to draw his sword with both hands, he really had to stand up and stand up - but only those who have seen the scene of the death know about this kind of thing, how did you know?"
"I... of course I rely on reasoning!" The knitted hat was sweating profusely. When he saw Jiang Xia next to him, he suddenly felt inspiration:
"Didn't that policeman said the deceased had been stabbed in the abdomen? He left the suspect who was escorted and ran to call people. He must have to deal with the handcuffs first. This is often performed in the movie. You can't just say that I am the murderer because I'm smart!"
"Besides, aren't you guys relying on evidence to handle cases? - Come out with evidence! Is there a weapon in my bag? Is there any blood from this guy on me?"
While talking, he lowered his head guiltily and looked for it. He found that there was indeed no blood, so he quietly became more confident again.
Jiang Xia: "Of course you can't get blood from your body, because when stabbing, you find a way to get the deceased to hold the newspaper in front of you and stab the knife in and out through the newspaper. In this way, the splashing blood will be blocked by the newspaper.
"If you look closely at the right hand of the deceased, you will find that there are still lead types printed on him when he held the newspaper."
Officer Sato understood: "No wonder when he asked the passengers along the way, they said they didn't see anyone with blood passing by the corridor. It turned out that it was because..."
"Stop talking to yourself, open your eyes and take a look!" The knitted passenger slapped the newspaper on the table and interrupted them, "My newspaper is intact, how can there be a knife? Where is it covered in blood?"
Jiang Xia: "Of course this one is intact, because you prepared two newspapers in advance..."
As he said that, he suddenly looked at a crowd who was lying on his head at the entrance of the corridor: "On the way I came, I saw a sports newspaper on your desk. Did that newspaper be purchased on the platform of Shin Osaka Station?"
"Ah, yes, that's right!" The young woman who was clicked by him nervously turned the baseball cap, a little excited, "You actually remember me!" It's not in vain that I risked being scolded by the police and sneaked over to peek!
It’s because I remember your newspaper, Jiang Xia smiled politely: “Can you lend your newspaper to see?”
"Of course!" An enthusiastic passerby ran back to his seat and quickly took the newspaper over. When she handed it out, she mustered up the courage, "When that... can I sign the newspaper for me after I use it?"
"Of course." Jiang Xia nodded and gave her a business card. Then she took the newspaper and placed it next to the newspaper of the knitted passenger.
Vodka glanced at the business card and found that it was a version printed two weeks ago, and he had already had it.
So he turned around and looked at the two newspapers.
"this……"
Looking at it separately, I didn't think there was any problem, and even the pages looked exactly the same. But when I looked carefully, Officer Sato suddenly realized that the two newspapers were actually a little different.
——One of the titles is “The tragic experience of World Cup stars”, while the other is “The grudge between World Cup stars and reporters”.
Suzuki Yuanko looked at the two newspapers like twins and was a little confused: "The newspaper is lazy, is it sold twice a news?"
Mikako Sato shook her head: "The newspapers at the station and the newspapers at the convenience store occasionally have some slight differences - compared with convenience stores, the newspapers at the station will be delivered later, so you can get the latest version of the publication."
She looked at the different details of the two newspapers in front of her: "It seems that someone has dug up new things in this big news, so the newspaper made an emergency revision of today's newspaper. However, since the lady's newspaper was bought from the station, the other one..."
Jiang Xia looked at the pale-faced knitted hat passenger: "Your newspaper is not purchased at the station as you said just now, but at a convenience store.
"On the way to the station, you found that the 'W' in this newspaper was just used to remind Kenzo Okura, so I bought it.
"Then when you were waiting for the bus at the station, you previewed the murder in your mind, and suddenly you found that you were missing something that blocked blood. So you thought of killing with newspapers.
"But you soon realized that if other passengers in the car found that you were holding newspapers when you got on the bus and disappeared, the news would be difficult to explain. So you simply bought another sports newspaper and turned it into one of the props for the crime."
The man with a knitted hat moved his lips, trying to say something, but he couldn't speak.
Unlike him, the mood of the two policemen has improved with the naked eye: "This kind of newspaper with colored pages may leave fingerprints - since you are so confident, you must have torn the newspaper apart and washed it away."
"But you may not know that even if you flush it out, the newspapers will still remain in the car. In a short period of time, the fingerprints on it still exist. As long as we search the sewage tank immediately to find the newspaper, we can get the evidence you have been wanting just now - how about it, are you happy?"
Just then, Tokyo arrived and the Shinkansen began to slow down.
The man in the knitted hat gritted his teeth, and suddenly, taking advantage of the inertia of slowing down, he suddenly hit the person in front of him and rushed into the aisle.
——It's over, I can only run away.
As long as he drags through this brake time and waits for the vehicle to stop and open the door, he can escape to the station and completely escape from the heaven of birth!
Chapter completed!