I'm Not a Detective

The Hirano Police Station still looked very shabby and old. Takeshi Nanahara got out of the taxi, flipped his hands and pulled out a black wallet and shook it at the uniformed veteran police officer who was standing at attention. He led Qingqing who was holding the box When he saw Liuli, he walked in as calmly as if he had returned to his own home.

The veteran police officer in uniform was stunned but stopped him, mainly because he was wearing the uniform of a private college and had a 90% good-looking JK. Even if he had a calm attitude, he really didn't look like a criminal police officer, so he couldn't do it without checking his ID.

But he understood after just one glance and gave a polite salute: "It turns out to be the famous psychic detective Nanabahara, please come in. I've seen reports about you solving puzzles in newspapers before. It's very exciting."

Takeshi Nanahara nodded and smiled in return: "It's just a fluke. Thank you for the compliment."

It is estimated that if he does this a few more times, he will be able to wander around the Hirano Police Station just by brushing his face. After entering the door, Qingmi Ruri said in confusion: "When did Miss Nakano issue you the ID? How come I didn't know it?" ah?"

"I didn't send it, I made one myself."

"What, can I still make the certificate myself?"

Takeshi Nanabaru said indifferently: "Of course, it's not a fake certificate. Call Nakano Eri to verify. Will she say that I am not the special criminal case consultant of the police station? Having a certificate can save a lot of time in talking, so I can just use it when I have nothing to do. Made one.”

You guys are really idle. Qingmi Ruri curled her lips secretly and confirmed once again that Takeshi Nanahara was definitely not doing anything good at home at night. He might be preparing to run a fake ID business on the side, and he might be posting small advertisements on telephone poles in the next two days. , but I feel a little envious, and I also want a certificate. I usually take it out and wave it around, it must be very impressive, but I am embarrassed to open my mouth to ask for help.

They chatted and soon found Nakano Eri on the fourth floor. The police station is currently short of criminal police officers. A clerk like her with qualifications and police rank but no actual combat experience has also come to the front line. She is having a meeting with Okuno Taiji, Hidakaji and other criminal police officers to discuss the case. .

Takeshi Nanahara knocked on the door, and Eri Nakano came out. She was not surprised that they were here, and said directly: "Come to my office and have a look."

On the surface, the police station's confidentiality regulations are still very strict. Case materials, exhibits, etc. are not allowed to be taken out of the door without justifiable reasons. However, Takeshi Nanahara is also a nominal consultant after all, so it doesn't matter if you look through it in her office.

She led Takeshi Nanahara to her small office. On the way, Qingjian Liuli asked curiously: "What case was it just now, Miss Nakano?"

"A small case, two housewives have been competing for more than ten years, ranging from the decoration of their home, the position of their husbands to which school their children will go to. Finally, one of them lost and became so angry that she poisoned the other one and sent her to the ICU. ." Nakano Eri didn't hide anything, and simply said a few words. The motive for this kind of case can be found out by just asking in the town district. To find evidence, you can rely on hard search, and there is no need to ask for external assistance.

As she spoke, she entered the office, took out a file bag from the drawer and handed it to Takeshi Nanabahara, and asked with concern: "Is Mariko's grandmother okay?"

"Don't worry, I'll take some time to figure out some things and I can guarantee that she won't have nightmares again." Takeshi Nanahara directly guaranteed the customer. He had just come to Hirano and was building a reputation. This matter must be dealt with no matter what. Appropriate, seek a good reputation.

As for precognitive dreams, he didn't really believe in them. He had also heard of precognitive dreams and did not dare to rule out the possibility. After all, even he was unlucky enough to be struck by lightning and brought to this world. It was not unthinkable for other people to encounter strange things. But the old lady Fumeijiang's dreams became clearer and clearer every other day. I dreamed about it once, especially since Kameda is dead and the case has already happened, why are you still predicting it?

Did you bring the cassette?

This doesn't feel right no matter how you think about it, there must be something wrong with it.

He had to find out the reason so that he could rest assured that Mrs. Fumijiang would not have nightmares again, and that Mariko Aikawa could live in her warm ancestral home with peace of mind, get a five-star exorcism review, and introduce him to another fat sheep in the future - the bastard. It's best if you can make a lot of money. If you're not a bastard, he can accept some hard-earned money. But in the early stages of his career, he won't accept any mistakes, even if it requires a little more hard work.

He occupied Eri Nakano's desk and directly looked through the case files. Qingmi Ruri also leaned over to read with him. He checked the time first and found that the time of the case was indeed around three o'clock in the afternoon six days ago. , Kameda Atsushi was stabbed on the spot. Due to excessive blood loss, he lost vital signs as soon as he was carried into the ambulance. Now that I think about it, something was wrong with old Mrs. Tomie that morning. It was really a prophetic dream!

She was disturbed for a while before looking at the details of the case again, and found that the case was very simple. Kameda Atsushi made an appointment with Aiura Harimitsu to talk about the matter. The two had an argument and a scuffle. Then Kameda Atsushi was stabbed several times and entered the prison. Bleeding state.

There were six or seven fishermen nearby at that time. They heard the quarrel from the beginning, but the fishermen were not nosy creatures and turned a deaf ear. They just continued to sit there and fish without any intention of trying to break up the fight, until soon there was a sound. Only after the sounds of scuffles, begging for mercy and screams did I realize that something was wrong. I hurried over to take a look and found that Kameda Sushi was bleeding all over the floor. He was about to die, so he quickly called the police and called an ambulance. By the way, he was ready for today. The Air Force found the perfect reason.

Based on the testimonies they provided and Kameda Atsushi's social connections, the police immediately identified Kameda Atsushi's boss Aiura Harimitsu as the first suspect and immediately arrested him and returned him to the police station for strict interrogation.

Of course Aiura Mitsuharu complained of injustice. He only admitted that he had been to Furuya Park and refused to admit the murder. He also hurriedly called a lawyer for rescue. However, the police found his hair at the scene and extracted a large number of his fingerprints from a pair of broken glasses at the scene. Personal and physical evidence There was all the evidence, and he couldn't provide an alibi. It was sure that he was the murderer and he didn't run away. It was useless to have a lawyer. That night, an arrest warrant was issued and he was thrown into the detention center, waiting for the prosecutor to mention him. Happy performance +1.

After Qingjian Liuli finished reading, she felt that there was nothing wrong with the case. It had the rare high efficiency and precision of the Japanese police. Although he could make up some things in his head, reasoning was not speculation or random speculation. It needed to be logical and evidence-based. , no logical flaw has been found so far.

It’s hard to make up the truth even with just brainstorming. Kameda and Aiura died after a quarrel. The quarrel, scuffle, begging for mercy and screams were very coherent. There was no time for others to commit the crime, and the witness had identified Aiura Mitsuharu’s body. The six fishing guys all identified him without exception. Unless Kameda committed suicide and framed it, it couldn't have been someone else's fault. Otherwise, it didn't make sense. At least Aiura couldn't get away with being an accomplice.

As for Kameda's suicide frame-up, what was he trying to do? Would you risk your life in exchange for a few years in prison for Urajimitsu?

Moreover, the forensics department conducted a rigorous search of the crime scene and found Aiura's hair and damaged glasses. Although the murder weapon was not found, it was judged that Aiura Mitsuharu had taken it away and discarded it, but it further showed that Kameda Atsushi did not commit suicide - even if he wanted to He was framed for suicide and he didn't have a knife. How did he stab himself to death?

Qingjian Liuli's reasoning soul was burning brightly, fueled by her strong reasoning and deduction ability accumulated from reading hundreds of mystery novels. In a minute or two, she was able to make smoke billowing out of her reasoning without finding a single flaw.

After reading the file, Takeshi Nanahara looked through the personal information of Kameda and Aiura, the scene photos and the autopsy report. After thinking for a moment, he asked Nakano Eri: "Are Kameda Atsushi's belongings still there?"

He still hasn't figured out how this case came to be predicted and dreamed about by Mrs. Fumijiang. Even if he imagined it, there were too many things that didn't make sense. He could only turn to get to know Kameda and see if he could make a breakthrough.

"It should still be in the forensics class. It probably won't be returned to the family so soon." As Nakano Eri spoke, he called the internal line and asked. Soon, a blue hat from the forensics class sent several evidence bags, including Atsushi Kameda. A wallet, a personal notepad and a ballpoint pen, a bunch of keys, and a handkerchief are all normal items that office workers carry with them, nothing special.

Takeshi Nanabahara casually took out a pair of white gloves and put them on. He took a quick look at the keychain first, then flipped through Kameda Atsushi's wallet. Then he looked at the handkerchief and found some stains on it, so he brought it to Qingmi Ruri and asked. Said: "Is there a strange smell?"

Qing Jian Liuli smelled it, shook her head and said, "No."

Only then did Takeshi Nanahara dare to breathe freely, smell the smell from a distance, and said thoughtfully: "No, the smell is a bit strange."

Qing Jian Liuli became curious, and he could carry forward the spirit of the detective who is not afraid of dirt or smell, and dares to dig through maggot corpses. He smelled the handkerchief carefully again and said strangely: "Apart from being a little sore from covering it, there is no strange smell... "

Takeshi Nanahara shook his head, identified the color of the stain on the handkerchief, and muttered: "It has a strange smell, yes, it's fish cakes, chocolate, matcha soy milk, cheese, bean buns, mayonnaise, sesame salad dressing, basil pesto, sophora japonica The mixed smell of flowers is mostly that of food, and in the autopsy report, the extraction of his stomach residue is also strange, with the ingredients being so complex that they don’t look like a normal diet.”

Qing Jian Liuli subconsciously looked behind Takeshi Nanahara, a little suspicious that there was a tail wagging behind him. On the surface, he was a human, but in fact he was a dog turned into a spirit. Otherwise, the nose would not be able to work like this - yes, it is very suspicious, usually He looks like a dog, and his nose is so sharp, maybe he is like a dog.

She speculated in her mind about Nanabaru Takeshi's true identity, but she replied: "Maybe he just likes to eat snacks. I have two friends who just mess around and eat everything all day long."

Takeshi Nanabahara looked at the photo of Kameda Atsushi and pondered: "Although it is not impossible, is it possible for a middle-aged man in his forties to eat snacks every day? Look at the style of his wallet, notepad, and his dress, and his personality He should be more rigid and serious, he is an old-school person, which is not normal.”

"Then why do you mean it?" Qingjian Liuli said unconvinced, "And what's the relevance of such an entrustment?"

"I don't know, I just feel weird." There was too little information now, and Takeshi Nanabahara didn't think clearly. He threw it aside and went to look at Kameda Atsushi's notebook, but he frowned when he opened it.

Qing Jian Liuli quickly took a look and found that a lot of things were written down on the notepad, but only the date and time could be recognized. After the time, there were all triangles, circles, rhombuses and other marks, and some of them were followed by some weird characters. , and many entries in the notepad have been crossed out with great force, and the paper is somewhat damaged.

Flipping further back, there was even a picture that took up two pages. There were a large number of boxes arranged in three columns on the left, right and middle, with various numbers of various symbols drawn inside. It was still very confusing. Fog.

Qing Jian Liuli was confused and said hesitantly: "Is this a secret language? It's just a portable notepad. Why would he use a secret language to record things?"

She couldn't understand it anymore. This thing was getting weirder and weirder. First, an old lady twenty kilometers away had a precognitive dream. She dreamed that Kameda Atsushi was killed the next day, and then Kameda Atsushi, an ordinary victim, appeared again. It seemed like he had some big secret, and he acted like a spy on TV. What was written in his notebook was incomprehensible.

Weird, so weird.