Coroner Ke Xue

Belmode easily recognized the type of explosive device the bomb had and discovered the trap the murderer had set using the suitcase.

This attracted the admiration of Miss Maori:

"Miss Chris knows so much!"

She unknowingly forgot the identity of the beautiful lady in front of her, and touched Belmod's heart with her big, watery eyes filled with admiration.

"Haha. I just happen to be interested in this knowledge."

Belmod smiled to hide the complexity in his heart:

This was knowledge she had originally acquired in order to kill people, but now she was using it to solve crimes.

What she gained was no longer fear and hatred, but the admiration and longing eyes of the angel lady.

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This feeling is very good.

The smile on Belmode's lips couldn't help but become more natural.

"So." Mao Lilan was still immersed in the search for the truth: "It has been confirmed that the deceased died of homicide, how should we find the murderer who killed him with a bomb?"

"There was no surveillance near the bathroom, and there were no witnesses passing by before the incident."

"How did the deceased get this box containing the bomb?"

"Uh" Lin Xinyi was silent for a while.

In fact, they all know the direction of the next investigation.

Because Tequila came to trade with a guy named Hideaki Nakajima this time, this matter obviously has something to do with Mr. Nakajima.

But it’s hard to say this in public.

In the eyes of outsiders, the identity of the deceased is currently a mystery, let alone who he met and what he did here.

It's like doing a math homework that has a reference answer, but the answer says "the proof process is abbreviated" and you can't write the answer even if you know it.

"I do have an idea."

Or Belmod reacts faster.

She picked up an exploded iron badge from the ruins:

"This should have fallen from the suitcase, the Mantian Company logo."

"Did you notice? The Mantiantian employees who came to the hotel today to attend the new product launch conference were all carrying black suitcases with company emblems in their hands."

"This kind of suitcase should be the standard suitcase distributed by employees within Mantiantian Company."

"That is to say."

After Belmod paused for a moment, Mao Lilan answered tacitly:

"Maybe the deceased got the box containing the bomb from a Mantian employee at the scene?"

"That's right." Belmod nodded approvingly.

Unconsciously, she and Mao Lilan seemed to have become partners in reasoning.

And Mao Lilan quickly followed her thoughts and thought:

"But there are so many Mantian employees on site."

"How do we find the guy who may be related to the deceased?"

"I don't have much else to do"

Belmod shrugged and looked helpless:

"Anyway, let's gather all the Mantiantian staff on site to ask about the situation."

"Maybe there will be something to gain."

A few minutes later.

All Tiantang employees who came to attend the new work launch conference were gathered in the hotel lobby.

There were dozens of them in total, standing there in a crowd, all carrying black suitcases of the same style in their hands.

"Everyone."

Lin Xinyi cleared his throat and said to everyone:

"Have any of you seen this man who was killed by a bomb?"

As he spoke, he held up a mug shot of Tequila taken with a Polaroid camera.

The key parts below this guy's neck have disappeared under the influence of some powerful force, as stipulated in the new rules of Internet civilization.

So this mugshot only shows his head.

Although his head is somewhat deformed and twisted, his facial features are preserved relatively clearly and can still be recognized.

"Has any of you seen him?"

Lin Xin handed out the mugshot and circulated it to everyone, and asked over and over again.

As for the Mantiantian employees, other than being frightened and turning pale and trembling all over by the bloody photos that needed to be coded before being posted online, they had no more effective reaction.

They all looked at each other, looking at each other, as if no one had seen the unlucky deceased in this mug shot.

"Are there no clues?"

Mao Lilan sighed helplessly.

There was a lack of witnesses, the hotel's surveillance system was not secure enough, and the scene was a mess. Many things were destroyed in the high-temperature and high-pressure explosion.

So how should we investigate next?

She subconsciously wanted to ask "Miss Chris" what she thought.

But when Mao Lilan turned her head, she discovered that Belmode had disappeared without knowing when.

And just then.

In the silent crowd just now, a clear male voice suddenly sounded:

"Nakajima, Nakajima Hideaki seems to have spoken to the man in the photo!"

Suddenly someone broke the news.

"What? Nakajima knew the guy who was killed in the bombing?!"

The staff all looked at Mr. Hideaki Nakajima in unison.

He looked relatively young and handsome, but at this moment, his cheeks were filled with fear and panic.

This makes me feel guilty.

The eyes of his colleagues suddenly became even weirder, and it seemed that they all subconsciously regarded him as a potential bomb murderer.

"Say, what are you talking about?"

"How do I know that guy?"

Nakajima Hideaki said incoherently with cold sweat on his forehead:

"I-I haven't seen him at all."

"Who just said that I had chatted with him? Was he wrong?"

He looked nervously at the crowd that had just made a sound.

But no one in the crowd stood up to testify against him.

Of course no one will come forward.

Because that voice was basically the result of Belmode going around the back of the crowd and shouting using the technique of changing his voice.

She directly used this method of pretending to be a witness, blended in with the crowd, and revealed the answer "Hideaki Nakajima".

"Mr. Hideaki Nakajima!"

Naturally, Lin Xinyi would not look for the witness who did not exist at all.

He just used the topic to his advantage, and took advantage of the situation to firmly fix his eyes on Nakajima Hideaki:

"Tell me, what is your relationship with the deceased?"

"Did you blow him up?"

"How, how is it possible!" Nakajima Hideaki's face turned pale: "How dare I kill that guy!"

"Then you know him?"

Lin Xinyi caught the loophole in the other party's words:

"Tell me, what is your relationship with him?"

Nakajima Hideaki shivered and did not dare to answer.

Lin Xinyi already knew what his relationship was with Tequila.

So, his eyes quickly locked on the black suitcase Nakajima Hideaki was holding:

"Mr. Nakajima, can you let me see what's in your box?"

Nakajima Hideaki's face turned even darker.

He subconsciously protected the box in his hand, as if he was afraid of being seen.

But Lin Xinyi snatched the suitcase from his hand and opened it in front of everyone——

It contains money.

And it’s a box full of money.

Everyone present was shocked by this scene:

"How come there is so much money in Nakajima's box?"

"Why did he bring money to the press conference?"

Nakajima Hideaki lowered his head guiltily, not daring to look at anyone.

Lin Xinyi, who already knew the answer, asked smoothly:

"If I'm not wrong, the money may be related to the mysterious deceased, right?"

"If the money in this box is tested, maybe the skin flakes and fingerprints of the deceased can be detected."

"If that's the case."

Lin Xinyi looked at Hideaki Nakajima aggressively:

"Mr. Nakajima, you are in big trouble."

"If you want to be accused of murder, just continue to remain silent!"

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Nakajima Hideaki’s forehead was covered with sweat:

"I can't say it!"

"Why can't you say it?!"

"Because of those people, the organization I traded with," Hideaki Nakajima said with fear on his face, "If I betray them, they will definitely kill me."

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Lin Xinyi was silent for a while, and then said with a strange expression:

"Don't be afraid, trust the police."

"Then no matter how powerful an organization is, it can't be an enemy of our Metropolitan Police Department."

"No they are not the same."

Nakajima Hideaki was like a frightened rabbit, his whole body was trembling:

"Their power is very terrifying. If you speak out, you will die!"

"What's scary?!" Lin Xinyi said angrily: "Can that organization still send undercover agents to the Metropolitan Police Department to kill people under our noses?!"

"Don't worry, as long as we are here, the organization will definitely not touch you."

Of course he won't be touched.

Because Belmode told him in private that Hideaki Nakajima was an insignificant role.

Even if he wants to betray the organization, he won't be able to sell any valuable information. If the organization sends a killer to deal with him, it's a waste of resources.

Nakajima Hideaki was worried that he would be silenced by the organization. This seemed to be a bit too self-respecting. He has no value at all in being silenced. Even if he tells everything he knows, it will only let the police know that there is a mysterious criminal organization - and the police have long known about the existence of the organization - not only do they know, but they also send undercover agents Been here a few times.

"You might as well think differently."

Lin Xinyi's persuasion had no effect, and at this moment, Belmode, who had just disappeared for a while, quietly appeared next to him:

"Mr. Nakajima, if you don't cooperate with the case, people will think that the deceased was killed by you."

"Do you think that organization will let you go?"

"You know, you are the person who just 'killed' their organization!"

Belmod's words hit the nail on the head.

And her tone when she spoke was even more immersive and cold:

"Think about it, without the protection of the Metropolitan Police, how many days would you have left to live?"

"Maybe he will be blown up into pulpy flesh covering the walls just like the member of the organization you 'killed'!"

"This" Nakajima Hideaki's face turned pale.

This coward, who was too timid to speak, was suddenly so frightened that he spoke out:

"I-I said!"

"That big dead man actually came to trade with me today."

"But the person who blew him up was definitely not me!"

Under the impatient urging eyes of the two organization members, he finally betrayed the organization.