The young female college student cleverly displayed an obvious look of annoyance, as if this SMS was not meant to resolve her doubts but was merely an ordinary text, she quickly deleted the SMS. She was still preoccupied with the case; after putting her mobile phone back into her pocket, she continued to investigate the crime scene with a serious expression, her face faintly tinged with anxiety and confusion..
Her performance was incredibly lifelike.
After putting on an act for a few minutes, Nana looked around everywhere, while simultaneously waiting for something.
Why haven't the police arrived yet?
Hashimoto Nana despised the efficiency of the Japanese Police in his heart.
And at this moment, Amuro Tooru approached the deceased's seat.
The Black-haired female college student also followed, as if wanting to know if he had discovered some hidden clues.
Amuro Tooru's gaze fell upon a specific spot on the dining table, a look of realization flashed across his face; Hashimoto Nana, who was following behind, did not see this scene, but his heart was already filled with intense conflict.
Forget it, she made her decision.
It looks like he has also realized it. Since he cannot delay for the police to arrive before making his deduction, he will take control of the timing himself.
The moment Amuro Tooru turned to face the Deceased's female companion, Nana's gaze sharpened:
“Mrs. Shimabukuro, may I ask—" The Young detective's gaze fell upon the elegantly poised and exquisitely made-up woman: "Why did you kill your husband?"
Mrs. Shimabukuro was startled, but she quickly regained his composure.
His appearance was not particularly beautiful, but his temperament, shaped by a life of luxury, was truly outstanding. Even when faced with Nana's calm yet heavy tone and his sharp inquiries, she did not lose his composure: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Her face held both the embarrassment and anger of being accused, as well as the grief and helplessness caused by her husband's death, making her look truly sympathetic.
Aside from everything else, her mental state was quite remarkable.
Nana scrutinized the Deceased's wife—or rather, the Suspect in this case.
The deceased was a middle-aged man, as her wife, she was also of a certain age. However, she was well-maintained and did not look old; the passage of time had only added a touch of elegance to her. Even now, amidst the surprised gazes and shouts of the crowd, she did not lose her composure. If it weren't for her belief in Zhenjun's reasoning, combined with her own analysis confirming everything—
Mrs. Shimabukuro's gaze seemed to carry a sigh, as threads of sorrow intertwined within his eyes, like vines clinging to a tree trunk: "I know that as detectives, you two are both still young, but you cannot simply accuse others."
He paused, slowly walked to the lower left of the surveillance camera and looked up, his gaze shifting toward the surveillance camera next to the grille light on the ceiling:
Besides, if I had done it, I would have been very careful," she managed a faint smile, still grieving the departure of his husband, his exquisite makeup slightly smudged from his previous crying. "Why would I choose a seat within the range of the surveillance camera's view?
“Because this wasn't just your idea.” Many of the onlookers who heard Mrs. Shimabukuro's defense showed expressions of agreement. Nana didn't care; she turned around, following Mrs. Shimabukuro's steps. "You have an accomplice."
"And now, you intend to pin everything on your accomplice." Amuro Tooru's gaze fell upon Mrs. Shimabukuro's smooth left fingers; his voice was calm, but his expression was serious.
The Blonde-haired youth turned to face the Waiter standing beside the Restaurant manager: "Are you going to continue to cover for him, Mr. Tanabe?"
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Author's Note: Akai thinks Nana looks familiar, but he can't place him—Nana feels a sense of relief.
This is all thanks to Sera, who served as an excellent shield, drawing most of the attention of Scotland, Bourbon, Rye toward herself.
..
The opportunity to show off that Gin provided for Nana.
Bourbon felt that the two of you were playing dirty!
Rye's attention was initially focused on the case, then shifted to Gin, then most of it returned to the case, with a small portion.. something was off?
Gin indicated that his acting skills, which he occasionally brought out for use, were still sharp, allowing him to hide his achievements and fame—and, by the way, he wasn't going to take the blame.
..
I don't know if it's a problem with Jinjiang or my own, but the webpage still won't upload.. It's so frustrating.
Chapter 56 Chapter Fifty-four Akai asks himself: I haven't offended him..
Will you continue to hide the truth for him, Mr. Tanabe?
Amuro Tooru's greyish-purple eyes held a hint of coldness as he stared directly at the young waiter.
As soon as those words fell, the tall waiter couldn't help but take a small step back, evading the gaze of the blonde-haired youth, which appeared harmless but was actually filled with pressure.
For a moment, he looked quite disheveled.
The Young waiter's mental fortitude was clearly not as strong as Mrs. Shimabukuro's; when Mrs. Shimabukuro was suspected, she was able to remain calm, but when it was his turn, he could not help but lose his composure.
But he clearly could not simply admit it.
Tanabe forced himself to remain calm, clenching his hands so tightly that his knuckles turned white, his tan complexion coated in a thin layer of cold sweat.
The temperature in the Restaurant was clearly comfortable, Nana thought, yet many people were already sweating.
It was simply that the reasons for their sweating were different.
Nonsense!" Tanabe shouted angrily, his eyes staring fixedly at Amuro Tooru. "I don't know this lady at all!
“Is that really so?” Nani raised his eyes to look at Tanabe.
She had to control the pace of this deduction.
As for the issue of exposure—
Anyway, Zhenjun told her not to worry too much.
So she gripped the mobile phone hidden in her coat, turned toward Mrs. Shimabukuro, curled his lips into a confident smile. "Madam, you told us before that you and your husband have a very good relationship, didn't you?"
“Of course.” When they pointed out that the accomplice was Tanabe, Mrs. Shimabukuro had already sensed that something was wrong; the other party clearly wasn't just stumbling upon the truth by pure luck—
But no matter what, she could never admit it.
However, this matter had left his somewhat flustered, to the point that she overlooked an obvious loophole.
In that case—" Nana stared into Mrs. Shimabukuro's eyes, while his other hand, which was outside, pushed up his glasses: "Then why doesn't the lady wear his wedding ring?
You should know, Mr. Shimabukuro is wearing his.
Under the soft and bright Light of the Grille light, the platinum ring on the deceased's ring Finger shimmered with a faint, metallic luster.
Amuro Tooru's gaze swept across the ring on the deceased's ring finger, then returned to the woman, whose exquisite makeup could not hide a hint of panic. "Mrs. Shimabukuro, may I ask what your relationship is with Mr. Tanabe?"
A crack finally appeared in Mrs. Shimabukuro's perfect, mask-like expression.
..
Amuro Tooru unhurriedly yet relentlessly presented clue after clue that could prove the extramarital affair between Mrs. Shimabukuro and Gentleman Tanabe. Even though the two of them stubbornly refused to fully admit it, in the eyes of the onlookers, the facts were no longer ambiguous.
The exposure of the two perpetrators made the Case much clearer.
Mrs. Shimabukuro wanted to murder Mr. Shimabukuro for some unknown reason—Gin speculated it was most likely related to the impending bankruptcy of Mr. Shimabukuro's company; it might not have been the direct cause, but it was certainly the catalyst.
He might have been collaborating with his lover, Tanabe, from the very beginning, or perhaps she simply had a sudden impulse after learning from Tanabe, who works at the Western Restaurant, that a surveillance camera in the 'Ti Nesi Menya Reka' shop was broken.
How is that possible.." Mrs. Shimabukuro's face turned slightly pale, but she glared coldly at Nana. "This is nothing more than your speculation; I did not poison anything!
It couldn't help but make people wonder if she was truly being framed.
“That's right!" Tanabe argued urgently, though his expression began to turn unnatural—his psychological composure was simply not on the same level as Mrs. Shimabukuro's. "Even if it was an affair.. we really didn't commit murder!"
He turned sharply toward Amuro Tooru, pointing a finger at the blonde-haired youth. "You called the police, right! Once the police arrive, let them check it; there was no poison in the food!"
He shouted almost at the top of his lungs, clutching at anything that could prove his innocence like a drowning man grasping at a lifeline.
However—
There was no poison in the dishes you served." Nana looked at him and shook his head, his voice carrying a faint sigh. "The poison was on the table.
Amuro Tooru looked at the man with the strange expression on his face and the woman who could still maintain his composure at this stage, thinking to himself: Although the mastermind is Mrs. Shimabukuro, it is obvious that Mr. Tanabe is a more suitable breakthrough for the Case.
However—
The Young detective [female] didn't seem to notice this; she took a few steps forward and walked to the deceased's seat: "It's probably somewhere around here."
She turned to look at Mrs. Shimabukuro, his Finger tapping lightly on the edge of the table a few times before stopping. "It's something like this, right?"
This nonsensical sentence caused Mrs. Shimabukuro's expression to change.
Or rather, that nonsensical sentence, combined with his movements, was the key factor that caused Mrs. Shimabukuro's expression to change.
“Many people have little habits, like rubbing their fingers or tapping on a table, some do them more frequently, even to the point of it becoming a habit, while others just do them as unconscious movements.” Amuro Tooru took a step toward Mrs. Shimabukuro. “Mr. Shimabukuro likely belongs to the former category, right? It might even be a habit or even a fetish of his, you should know this—”
“And he exploited it.”
Amuro Tooru was incisive, his words like blades, each one striking a vital point.
..
Watching this scene from not far away, Gin curled the corners of his mouth into a slight, satisfied smirk.
And—
The police should be arriving soon, right?
Meanwhile, over there, the deduction was nearing its conclusion. After Nana pointed out the location of the evidence, Mrs. Shimabukuro looked on with eyes full of resentment, his voice sounding sincere: "Are you still refusing to admit it?"
Wail—Wail—
As those words fell, the wail of police car sirens echoed from outside the door; the police had finally arrived, albeit late.
Mrs. Shimabukuro finally lost his strength as well, leaning one hand on the table to support himself while covering his face in agony with the other.
This time, his weeping was sincere.
..
When it came to dealing with the Police, Amuro Tooru was clearly much more experienced than Hashimoto Nana. After the Police entered, Hashimoto Nana took the initiative to stand aside as a wallflower, the Blonde-haired youth stepped forward to explain the whole situation.
When it was mentioned that Mrs. Shimabukuro was the mastermind, Tanabe, whose face had been ashen and silent, suddenly shouted, "No, the mastermind isn't the lady, it's me!"
Mrs. Shimabukuro looked up at Tanabe in disbelief.
That man gave Mrs. Shimabukuro a long, complex look, his eyes filled with struggle before finally turning into resolve. He then stared directly at the approaching officer, his emotions surging, "I did it, I did everything!"
This turn of events caused both Nana and Amuro Tooru to frown simultaneously.
However, Amuro Tooru had no intention of giving them a chance to obscure the truth: "You are not the mastermind."
This matter seemed to be a conspiracy between Mrs. Shimabukuro and Tanabe, but in reality, Tanabe was nothing more than a pawn in his hands.
She used the surveillance camera to clear herself of suspicion, shifting the possibility of the crime onto the Restaurant Staff, chose Tanabe as her scapegoat.
Amuro Tooru had not originally intended to state these words directly, but since Tanabe was planning to take the blame, he spoke up after all.