Conan's First Love is a Profiler

Chapter 125: Perjury of Absence
Xia Yayeka is an old customer of the store and often comes to take care of business.

"On the day of the incident, she had an appointment at 3 o'clock and stayed here for about an hour."

The notebook contained exactly what she said.

"That's right."

Tomimoto Kie, who was originally sitting on the sofa, ran over.

"When I came to deliver the circulation bulletin board that day, I also saw Yiga sitting there."

"Is she wearing a ring?"

"I've put it on," Tomimoto Kiyo said with great certainty, "It's the big rose-shaped ring, right?"

Hayashida Eiko nodded, agreeing with the other party's statement.

"Are you sure that that was Ms. Xia Ya herself?"

"That's right."

Tomimoto Kie smiled and looked at Hayashida Eiko who was standing beside her, and then said, "Besides, it rained heavily that day, and there were no other customers in the store."

"rain?"

Sera Masumi captured the key information, "When did it start raining?"

"Around 3 o'clock." After thinking for a while, Tomimoto Kie answered.

Lin Tianzhizi nodded and agreed, "Yes, it suddenly started to snow heavily."

“When did the rain stop?”

"5 point."

Tomimoto Kiyo remembers this very clearly: "Just when the rerun of 'Love and Love' was over, the rain suddenly stopped."

From the day of the incident till now.

Except for that day, it had not rained for seven consecutive days.

Looking at the search results on the phone, Sera Masumi smiled confidently.

"I already know who the murderer is."

At this time, Qinghai Chuantang just took a bite of the rose roll.

And Masumi Sera just happened to discover that the two bags in her hands were just bags left.

She couldn't help but complain: "Sister Xiaotang, is your stomach a bottomless pit?"

Qinghai Chuantang shook his head.

"I just have a pocket with an alternate dimension."

After saying that, she took out several packaged rose rolls from her shallow pocket.

Just like Doraemon's pocket.

Masumi Sera almost began to doubt whether the other party could take out a door from it.

Soon, everyone was gathered near the warehouse, which served as the venue for the reasoning show.

I don’t know where Qinghai Chuantang borrowed a few chairs from, but they formed a circle, just like a campfire party.

"The key to this case was very obvious from the beginning. That is, why the murderer cut off the head and arms of the corpse and took them away."

"Actually, I already know the answer."

Detective A said: "The face and arms of the corpse had some evidence that could prove who the murderer was. So, the murderer wanted to destroy the evidence."

"If you want to destroy the evidence, it would be better to just bury the whole body in the nearby forest."

Masumi Sera clearly rejected the other party's guess.

"So why did the murderer do this?"

Detective B raised his hand and asked his question.

Just like a curious baby in the classroom, eagerly thirsting for knowledge.

There are 102 branch offices in Tokyo.

Serious violent crimes that these police stations are unable to handle are handled by the Metropolitan Police Department's First Investigation Division.

And if this time, it is confirmed that Oishi Ikeza is not the murderer and the real criminal is found, then they in the branch office can finally kill the enthusiasm of the headquarters.

Maybe even the way he walks is windy.

"In order to eliminate suspicion, they use them to create the illusion of a loving couple."

After finishing speaking, Sera Masumi turned and looked at him: "Am I right, Mr. Natsume Yoshiaki?"

Qinghai Chuantang was stunned on the spot and almost dropped the rose curl in his hand to the ground.

Everyone looked at him.

Natsume Yoshiaki seemed to realize it only after a while.

"What? Wait, what did you say?"

He seemed to have not yet realized that the murderer the other party was pointing at was himself.

"When I went to your house, I felt something was wrong."

Masumi Sera explained, "The wallet that Ms. Natsume left behind was full of receipts, which were placed in the wallet casually. So I don't think she was a meticulous person."

On the contrary, the rooms were very tidy.

This made me think that Natsuya Yaka did not support her husband selflessly.

Instead, she pushed all the housework onto her husband.

"No. Yega is really my ideal."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Sera Masumi.

"She was violent to you, wasn't she?"

Natsume Yoshiaki closed his mouth and looked down.

"The bruises on your calves were caused by your wife, right?" Sera Masumi continued.

Detective A walked over and rolled up the man's trouser legs, and it was just as she said.

"If there are bruises on other parts of the body, they will be easily noticed during the game, so your wife always hits them there. And other places like the buttocks."

"Excuse me."

As he said this, Detective A actually reached out to verify the authenticity.

"it hurts!"

Xia Mei Yoshiaki immediately called out and slapped the other person's hand away.

"As a professional boxer, it is hard for you to admit that you have been abused. You have been pretending to be a boxer who is supported by your wife selflessly."

Therefore, there is sufficient motive for murder.

"But I have an alibi."

Xia Mei Yoshiaki stood up immediately and retorted: "Didn't Yega buy some snacks at 5 o'clock? And at that time, I was on my way to Tokyo to watch the game at 6 o'clock. How could I kill her!"

He almost roared the last sentence.

"It's really impossible."

Masumi Sera smiled and took a step forward, "If the woman who went to the pastry shop was really Ms. Char."

The only thing that Mikami Akira remembered was the ring.

So it is easy to become a substitute by just asking other women for help.

"The glass windows at the crime scene were stained with blood from the body parts."

"What does that mean?"

At this time, Xia Mei Yoshiaki finally calmed down and sat back in his chair.

"Among the windows of the warehouse, only one was stained with blood. In other words, the window was open at the time of the crime, so the blood should have splashed outside the window."

However, there was no blood on the cement floor below the window.

The most likely possibility is that it was washed away by rain.

But it didn't rain at all for a week after the incident.

"That is to say, Ms. Xia Ya was killed when it was raining between 3 and 5 o'clock that day."

The last time Xia Yayeka was seen was when she walked out of the beauty salon at 4 o'clock.

If she was killed immediately afterwards, Natsume Yoshiaki would indeed be able to catch up with the game in Tokyo at 6 o'clock, and his alibi would not be valid.

"Wait, wait a minute."

Xia Mei Yoshiaki's expression looked a little aggrieved and helpless, as if he had been wronged.

"Why would I cut off my head and hands? I'm not interested in that!"

"To pretend to be a loving couple."

Masumi Sera gave his own reasoning: "That day, after you finished your part-time job, you called your wife out and killed her. After cutting off her head and hands, you went straight to Tokyo."

After returning home at night, in order to put the blame on Oishi Ikeza, he pretended to have stolen the photos for blackmail.

However, if a forensic appraisal is conducted, it will expose the fact that his wife does not do housework on a regular basis, and he will be suspected.

So, he used his severed hand to touch all the places the housewife would normally touch, getting fingerprints all over them.

"Then, you used your dead wife's head to forge the intimate video on the morning of the crime."

Finally, Natsume Yaka's remains, along with her dismembered head and arms, were placed at the doorstep of Oishi Ikeza's home.

"As long as we sort out his female relationships, we will definitely be able to find his substitute accomplice."

Detective A stood up and wanted to take him away.

"Mr. Xia Ya, let's discuss the rest at the bureau."

"No, she's wrong!"

Xia Mei Yoshiaki, who was about to be dragged away, struggled, "Let me go! I have evidence! There is a sequel to that video!"

The first half was exactly the same as what I had seen at Xia Ya’s house before.

But the next scene surprised Sera Masumi.

Xia Yayejia opened her eyes and said, "Are you disgusting?"

Immediately afterwards, he rolled over like a carp, stood up and started to give Natsume Yoshiaki a loving education on his butt.

"This is not the head, but I was scolded."

Natsume Yoshiaki said, pointing at the video.

"Then why did you cut off her head?"

"I already told you, it wasn't me!"

Natsume Yoshiaki put the phone back into his pocket, as if he had made up his mind to tell the truth.

“She actually beat me up.”

Everyone looked at him expectantly.

“It makes me excited.”

So, he just went for it: "I am just someone who has this kind of interest."

Qinghai Chuantang said in shock: "Do you have a masochistic tendency?"

"It's not a preference!" Xia Mei Yoshiaki yelled, "I just like being abused!"

Everyone was stunned.

Detective B coughed lightly and said, "In that case, we have no choice but to..."

As he spoke, he walked towards the large stone pond seat.

"Please wait a moment."

Qinghai Chuantang stopped him and said, "The truth of the matter is only one step away."

The person who went to the dim sum was indeed Xia Meiya's stand-in.

The rain washed away the bloodstains because the crime happened before the rain stopped at 5 o'clock, and all of these are correct.

But if, as Masumi Sera's reasoning suggests, the murderer killed people when it was raining, a question arises.

"It rained heavily that day, accompanied by strong winds. The rain should have been blown into the warehouse. But why didn't the prisoners close the windows, but performed the autopsy in the wind and rain?"

Sera Masumi pondered over what the other person had said.

A guess quickly came to my mind.

"Could it be that it wasn't raining when the crime happened?"

Qinghai Chuantang nodded, "Indeed."

The rain washed away the bloodstains, but it was not raining at the time of the crime. In other words, Xia Meijia was killed before 3 pm, when it had not rained yet.

"But wasn't Ms. Char in the barber shop between 3 and 4 o'clock?"

"This means that Ms. Hayashida from the barber shop provided false testimony."

Qing Hai Chuantang looked at her: "In other words, the criminal is you, Miss Lin Tianzhizi."

Everyone's attention shifted to Hayashida Eiko.

"Wait a moment!"

Tomimoto Yoshie stood up and defended herself, "I saw her at the time, too. Ms. Char was indeed in the store that day."

Sera Masumi was stunned, but seemed to have thought of something and had a shocked expression.

"Could it be that"

Natsume Yaka arrived at the warehouse before it started raining at 3pm.

He was then killed by Hayashida Eiko and his body was dismembered on the spot.

Blood splattered out of the window, but was washed away by the rain that came at three o'clock.

After bringing her head and hands back, Hayashida Eiko began to boldly forge an alibi.

The time that Tomimoto Kie brought the promotional board might have been agreed upon in advance.

"That's how Ms. Hayashida created an alibi."

The substitute who went to the dim sum restaurant was naturally Hayashida Eiko.

Adding an extra layer of insurance seems less likely to arouse suspicion than becoming the final eyewitness.

"It's worth investigating carefully. The barbershop chair and the mannequin used for practice are very likely to have the victim's blood detected."

Qinghai Chuantang looked at her again: "You are the murderer, right?"

Hayashida Eiko didn't say anything, but glanced around quietly, then suddenly stood up, as if wanting to escape.

But he was stopped by the quick-eyed and quick-handed Sera Masumi.

Hayashida Eiko gave up the idea of ​​escaping, turned around to look at everyone, and suddenly fell to the ground.

"Three years."

Her expression suddenly turned sad. "I have been blackmailed by her for three years. It's all that woman's fault. It's that woman!"

In the end, Hayashida Eiko was taken away by the police, and Oishi Ikeza was successfully cleared of his grievances and regained his freedom.

Before leaving, Takehisa bowed solemnly to the two of them to express his gratitude.

She had endured slander and was isolated and helpless, but now she was finally rescued.

"Did you realize the truth of the case from the beginning? You knew it hadn't rained for a week, and you had noticed the model a long time ago."

It sounded as if she had seen through everything long ago.

Qinghai Chuantang smiled.

"I don't have the power of prophecy. Everything is just a coincidence."

"coincide?"

Masumi Sera was deeply skeptical about this. Could such a coincidence really happen in the world?

Qinghai Chuantang explained: "Based on the wind speed, air humidity, and cloud levels, we can analyze whether it has rained recently. And I just mentioned it casually at the time."

"What about the model?"

Qinghai Chuantang spread his hands helplessly and said, "My ex-boyfriend used to have really long golden hair. But later he gradually lost his temper and his hair turned white overnight. But..."

She smiled and said, "Actually, I like him better with white hair."

Regarding this, Masumi Sera was very confused and even a little confused.

So he asked, “Why?”

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple hair are more common, while white hair is usually seen on the street only among grandparents.

This caused Masumi Sera to have a misunderstanding about the age of the other party's ex-boyfriend.

"Because he's old and he doesn't take a bath."

Now, the misunderstanding deepens.

Why do young women like older men?
Is it because of love, or just to have your name written on the insurance beneficiary column?

Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality?

Shiliang Zhenchun put his hands on her shoulders, like an adult, and said earnestly: "Sister Xiaotang, you are young, beautiful, and capable. How many young talents are chasing you?"

Qinghai Chuantang was deeply moved when he heard this.

"I mainly like older people."

As long as we get along, there will be no problem for five thousand years.

She added silently in her heart.

(End of this chapter)