Chapter 200 How can you be more suspicious than the murderer
The so-called investigation is to ask all the neighbors around.
Who did the victim have contact with before his death?
The place where the deceased lived was quite remote, with only thirty-seven neighbors in total.
Based on clues provided by several neighbors.
On the night of the victim's death, they were playing cards together, and one of them called the victim and planned to invite the other person to play cards together.
"But by that time, the victim should have no chance to answer the phone, right?" Director Jayden thought.
The victim should have been dead when the other party called.
"Did you really talk to the deceased?" Director Jayden asked.
Several people shook their heads.
"We weren't the ones who called him at that time, but the person who called him said he was unavailable and wouldn't come." They looked at each other and one of them said.
"But the cell phone call records show that there were no calls that day." Shuji Tsushima took the deceased's cell phone and turned it over.
At that time, the murderers had already finished their crimes and returned home.
This means that the call history has not been deleted.
It is true that no one called the deceased that night.
"Then..." Director Jayden frowned.
So, why did the caller lie?
Could it be that the other party is the murderer?
This is too suspicious.
"Ask the person who made the call to come over." He told the policeman on the side.
"Who lost more money that day?" Shuji Tsushima asked the others.
"The one who lost the most...is that guy John?" someone asked tentatively.
"Indeed, that guy lost a lot." The other people responded in agreement.
"Is there anything that Mr. John needs a lot of money for?" Shuji Tsushima asked again.
"If you make a lot of money..." someone fell into thinking.
"That guy's daughter is hospitalized and needs medical expenses. I don't know if that counts." Someone interjected.
"Of course it counts. Medical expenses are so expensive." Someone said in a mocking tone.
Shuji Tsushima: Ah.
The man who was said to have called the deceased was called to the crime scene.
"He is not a prisoner." Tsushima Shuji looked at the other person and said.
"With his size, he wants to climb through the window and rob or something..." The young man stopped talking.
Unless the flesh on the other person's body is all disguised and stuffed with stuffing.
"Then, why did you lie to others that you called the deceased?" Chief Jayden asked the other party in a deep voice.
"This..." The man, who seemed to weigh more than two hundred kilograms, touched his head.
"Because I didn't really want to see him, so I just made an excuse." He explained his behavior this way.
"Who would have thought that he was dead?" He said in a tone that sounded like a crowd-pleaser.
Shuji Tsushima: It makes sense, I believe you.
"The prisoner is Mr. John." Tsushima Shuji said.
"Just use the DNA detected on the cigarette butts to compare it with Mr. John." The tone was direct.
Everyone:???The murderer was identified so quickly?
The man named John is 1.8 meters tall, weighs 150, has short yellow hair and a beard.
His expression was calm and not at all panicked.
After seeing Director Jayden, his face was filled with anger and curses.
"I found the remaining cigarette butts you smoked in the corner." Shuji Tsushima said calmly.
John, who is still preparing to play a role:...
Why aren't you even given a chance to struggle?
I also used bricks to suppress the cigarette. Can you find this?
So he decisively admitted the crime.
The reason was that I lost a lot of money while playing cards. The money was used to treat my daughter who was hospitalized. When I got home, my wife covered me in and laughed at me.
He suddenly had an idea and prepared to steal money.
He immediately focused on the deceased who lived alone.
…
"Mr. Haruhiko Oba's nephew is really an excellent detective."
"He has solved all the cases we have encountered so far."
"It's really incredible."
Director Jayden stood by the car door and praised him profusely.
His public support has been on the rise recently, thanks to the cracking of many cases.
"Of course, this kid..." Haruhiko Oba, who was sitting in the car, waved towards Tsushima Shuji.
"It's my pride." He looked at the young man getting into the car and said.
"Indeed, it would be great if my son could be so outstanding." Director Jayden nodded in agreement at first, then sighed and shook his head with regret.
It's a pity that I have a useless son.
Shuji Tsushima was sitting in the car with a calm face as he listened to the other party praising him crazily.
Shuji Tsushima: What he said is all the truth! I am just very good~/confident and confident.jpg.
"Next time I encounter a difficult case, I'm afraid..." Director Jayden hesitated and looked at Shuji Tsushima.
"Xiuji is very happy to help the police solve the case." Haruhiko Oba smiled knowingly.
"Please feel free to find him." He said in a gentle tone.
Shuji Tsushima:...I'm very busy.
I spend a lot of time every day thinking about ways to commit suicide.
Then spend a lot of time implementing it.
How can I have so much time to be a detective...
"Then I'll probably bother you more then." Director Jayden smiled with satisfaction and closed the car door for them himself.
I stood outside and watched their car disappear before leaving.
"It seems that White Crow's live broadcast has made these police officers work harder." Shuji Tsushima sighed with emotion.
"Isn't this great?" Haruhiko Oba smiled carelessly.
"At least New York looks pretty good now..."
"Chi—" Suddenly a car in front lost control and rushed over in a crooked manner.
The driver turned the steering wheel with a frightened expression, but the car still did not change direction.
It directly hit the car in front of Shuji Tsushima and others.
Shuji Tsushima: ...I might be a little happy if I were outside.
Even welcome you with open arms.
But I'm in the car...
And the car that hit me was not the car I was riding in...
The front of the car that hit their convoy was severely dented, and all the glass on the car was shattered.
The girl in the driver's seat and the man in the passenger seat had blood on their faces and glass fragments on their bodies. Their life or death was unknown.
However, Shuji Tsujima's car in front of them was intact.
"It looks like the folk customs are quite simple." Shuji Tsushima looked at the two people whose lives were unknown in the car and continued what Oba Haruhiko had not finished.
Oba Haruhiko:......
"Yes." He said in a leisurely tone, not caring at all.
The two had just left the police siege and were waiting on the street for the police to arrive.
The woman in the driver's seat opened her eyes, frowning in pain.
He forced himself to sit up and immediately paid attention to the man in the passenger seat.
Then, he touched the other person's breathing and heartbeat with his hands.
He suddenly froze in his position.
He covered his face with his hands and cried helplessly.
"What a tragedy..." Tsushima Shuji's tone was filled with a hint of compassion, and his eyes were dark and emotionless.
"Shuji feels the same way, it's really an accident that makes people feel helpless and sad." Haruhiko Oba said meaningfully.
The two sat in the car and waited quietly for the police to arrive.
More and more cars were parked around, and the onlookers began to whisper among themselves.