I'm Not a Detective

Takeshi Nanabahara was silent in the car because he didn't see any bullshit, and he still couldn't find anything suspicious about the authentic work. He was dragged directly to the Yangmaru House by Nakano Eri for the final supporting investigation.

After Eri Nakano showed her ID, Uchimaruya immediately provided takeout order records, and found a large list of Uchii family names on it. It seemed that the Uchii family were regular customers of Uchimaruya before the incident, on the day of the incident, and even After the incident, I often ordered takeout from this restaurant at night, and I felt suspicious that I would never get tired of eating it, but this certainly cannot be used as evidence.

Even though Ruri Kiyomi and Eri Nakano both had guesses about the forged alibi, asking the clerk if he saw Kazuo Hirate at that time was of no use - it was normal for the clerk not to see Kazuo Hirate, and anyone who ordered takeout would be asked to deliver it. Let the takeaway clerk come in and sit down and have something to drink together?

As for looking for clues from the izakayas, soup houses, and taxis that Uchii and Hirate visited that night, my scalp is numb just thinking about it. Three weeks have passed. Who can remember what time and what time two ordinary guests left?

The prosecutor would not dare to use this kind of evidence. The lawyer could use his backhand to accuse the police of inducing memories. Whether this evidence can be used in court is a matter of debate.

The case seemed to be frozen. Nakano Eri didn't know what else to do next. He looked at his watch and found that it was already past five o'clock. Then he saw that Takeshi Nanahara had not spoken. She thought he had been hit, and his voice rarely became softer: " It’s almost dinner time, do you want to eat here?”

"Ms. Nakano, do you want to treat us?" Takeshi Nanahara immediately raised his head and smelled the smell of the sheep meatball house, then turned to look at the sanitary conditions, and asked the female clerk with great concern, "Is the sheep today?"

"We are a century-old store and we kill sheep regularly every day. The mutton is definitely the freshest, so customers can rest assured." The female clerk immediately assured enthusiastically.

After hearing this, Takeshi Nanabahara hesitated and said in deep thought: "It doesn't sound very reliable. It's only been 81 years since the city of Hirano was founded, and you already have a century-old store?"

The female clerk said seriously: "We have passed it down to our ancestors for four generations. We have been selling yokan soup here since Hirano was a small town. It is really a century-old shop."

Takeshi Nanahara, a century-old shop, was still very interested and immediately decided to try it.

The female clerk immediately warmly greeted them to sit down, asked them to place their orders, and brought them hot towels and barley tea, as well as three bowls of milky white soup. The sourness is very appetizing, so please take your time with the three guests and wait for a while before the main meal is served.”

Takeshi Nanahara was always very careful when eating out, and he didn't even dare to take a look at the kitchen. He was pursuing an out-of-sight, out-of-sight approach. Now he was very interested in the soup. He picked it up and tasted it carefully, savoring the taste, and then took out a pen and paper. I started writing, but after writing two words, the pen tip became clogged again. I was about to let the automatic pen polisher polish it, but the automatic pen polisher already gave me a delicate pen with an expressionless face - Qingmi Ruri must have known this kind of bad luck for a long time. The second time, I already consciously carry a pen with me.

Takeshi Nanahara glanced at the ordinary pen with disgust, but did not bother her anymore. He wrote two lines and tasted the mutton soup twice. After finishing the writing, he folded the paper and handed it to the female clerk. He said with a smile: "Please give it to me." You general, please tell him again, I don’t like the lamb ribs that are too old, I have to choose lamb, and my taste is relatively bland, in terms of condiments..."

He was chattering there and talking endlessly. Qingmi Ruri embarrassedly whispered to Nakano Eri: "He is like this, very squeamish and picky. Don't pay attention to Miss Nakano."

Nakano Eri adjusted her glasses, and a disapproving white light flashed on the lenses. In fact, the one she was serving was even worse. He was an alien among the Japanese. He had a grudge against water. He would never touch water unless he went to meet important people. Several times she found that guy secretly picking his feet in the office, but she never mentioned it to anyone else - Wu Teng'an was of average descent, but he was almost retired after being mixed up. He was a senior in the police station, even though he was slovenly. , even the director couldn’t criticize him in front of him, and everyone else had to endure it.

Comparing the two, Takeshi Nanahara is just picky and has a bit of a bad personality, which is already good. At least he is clean and has no strange smell. He is a hundred times better than Wu Tengan, an elderly divorced and sloppy man.

Nakano Eri didn't say anything, she just felt that Qingjian Ruri was too young, and another white light of contempt flashed on her glasses.

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The food was served quickly. Qingjian Liuli felt something strange. She was more sensitive and always felt that several female clerks were observing the place from different angles. The general in the kitchen also seemed to be facing an enemy. From time to time, he would poke his head in with a look on his face. She was cautiously watching, but the food was indeed great. I felt that the quality of this store was very high. All the mutton dishes were fresh and delicious, and there was almost no smell at all. She almost wanted to go back and ask her mother to take her here again.

The food at Takeshi Nanabahara is not bad, and the taste is good. The century-old restaurant specializes in mutton dishes, and it also takes advantage of the developed breeding industry in Hirarano. It does have something, even if it is not much, it is still acceptable.

If you are too lazy to cook one day, you can order food from here... Well, you can ask your assistant to rush to pick it up, and you can also save some food delivery fees.

They ate together for a while. Seeing that Liuli's little mouth was full of oil, Qing started chatting and asked Nanabahara Takeshi: "You have also seen the original work. Did you find any flaws just now?"

Nakano Eri immediately looked over with concern, while Takeshi Nanahara ate the lamb ribs slowly and said casually: "No."

"Now what?"

"Slowly think of a way to see if there are other ways to open up the situation." Takeshi Nanahara must produce results after receiving the money. He can't tell that it is a fake, and he is already thinking about going the wrong way, planning to set a trap for Uchii Tatsuo. Set him up, so that he doesn't get caught up in it, and is not in a hurry at all - he has set up a real bastard fat sheep before, and spent several months and a year on and off to lay the groundwork. This is only the second day, and he can't get anxious, and he Today was not fruitless. I took a close look at the painting and confirmed a guess, which will be of great use later.

Qingjian Liuli was very worried. After all, the case had dragged on for too long. When she later wrote it into the novel, the pace was too slow. She was afraid that the reading experience would drop significantly. She couldn't help but started to actively provide inspiration again, and mused: "Matsuuchi Yuuto pointed to the sky when he was killed. There was nothing noteworthy about the sky during the day. I have always felt suspicious of the night sky in the painting. Have you really looked carefully? Maybe we should find an active star chart and compare it carefully by month... "

Takeshi Nanahara sucked his fingers and signaled Qingmi Ruri to pour him tea. He also cleared the garbage on the table and said casually: "No need, there are only three kinds of star charts now, one is the moving star chart for novices like you, and the other is There is also a professional all-sky star chart, which is a human-shaped self-propelled star chart like mine. I have identified every star in the picture. Unless the brightness level is too low, it doesn’t matter whether it is drawn or not, otherwise it will be basically the same as the current sky. It’s consistent, there is no flaw - Matsuuchi Yuuto pointed to the sky before he died. Of course I will take a second look at all the skies in the painting, and I confirmed yesterday that there is no problem."

I look at you and drive you crazy. I even show you the humanoid self-propelled star chart, as if you are the only smart one in the world...

While Qing Jian Liuli cleared the table and replaced him with hot tea, she complained in her heart, but did not give up yet. She thought again and said: "Then I remember a similar case in a mystery novel. It seems that there are too many cases in one painting. A small star, but a clever detective identified it as a fake. Could it be similar to the current situation, where there really isn’t an extra star in the painting?”

Takeshi Nanahara lowered his head and continued eating: "I've told you that there is absolutely no possibility of any more stars. You are talking about the case of 30 million famous painting forgeries. The Veblen Supernova of 1858 appeared in famous paintings of the 17th century, but that It’s just a novel, it’s made up, and something like that can’t happen in reality.”

Qingjian Liuli said strangely: "Why is it impossible? Art comes from life, maybe it is adapted from real events!"

Takeshi Nanabaru glanced at her speechlessly: "There are many types of supernovae, and their location is not necessarily very close to the earth. They are easily blocked by cosmic objects and cosmic dust. Supernova explosions that can be observed with the naked eye are only a handful in human history. Number, I don’t remember Veblen’s name among them. If the plot in the novel really happens, can you explain how the forger of the famous painting painted a supernova that requires an astronomical telescope into the oil painting? He ate How many times do you carry a professional astronomical telescope and paint every day?"

"this……"

Qingjian Liuli was stunned and couldn't think of a reason to defend herself for a while, but Takeshi Qingyuan thought she always talked too much, so before letting her go, he casually hit her with a horizontal slash, "The name is Veblen Supernova, it should be the same The author made it up randomly. In 1858, let alone the naked eye, no supernova explosion was observed with an astronomical telescope. It is very likely that the author found Eta Carinae. The star reached its highest brightness after 1841. This has been misunderstood. It’s a supernova explosion.”

Qing Jian Liuli continued to be dumbfounded, Nanabahara Wu waved the half-eaten lamb ribs again, and continued to chop without mercy, dealing a series of critical hits, "The lines in the novel are also problematic, although it may be that astronomy was not developed enough at that time. The reason, but 'If you know some common sense about the solar system, you can easily identify that the painting is fake' is still a bit outrageous. I don't even know what to say. A supernova exploded in the solar system. The author has long been burned to ashes. Editor There is no such outrageous story, so you can save it, that mystery novel has no reference value at all, you didn’t mention it, I don’t even bother to think about it.”

Qingjian Liuli had broken her defense, and even suffered internal injuries from continuous blows. She could not defend herself, her voice was a little sweet, and she said super depressedly: "I just want to give you some inspiration. I didn't say that mystery novels must be right, just Said it was possible..."

Takeshi Nanahara swung the lamb's ribs again and gave her a cruel blow to the head. He wanted to inflict huge violent injuries and said calmly: "Stop dreaming about your heroine. If I were the hero, you can't be the heroine. What you think That situation is completely..."

At this point, he was stunned, and his brain felt numb, as if there was an electric current passing through him. For a moment, before his death, Matsunai Yuuto pointed to the sky, an inconspicuous book from a certain set of books on the bookshelf, The Life of Ichinose Nori, The notes left by Ichinose Nori's friends, the Japanese date list, and the details in the "Okinoshima Four Volumes" line up in a straight line and are directly connected.

He had been looking for loopholes in forgery techniques, comparing documents, looking for places in the paintings that were inconsistent with historical facts and accidentally drawn incorrectly. Sky and Night Sky just glanced at it initially and made sure there were no problems, so he didn't pay any more attention to it. Unexpectedly, there was no hard work. Wounds are the real flaws. The forger didn’t draw too much, or draw anything wrong, but failed the science class and drew less!

With the fact that this is not a flaw, everything makes sense. It's no wonder that only Yuuto Matsuuchi discovered it. Ninety-nine percent of him had just read the book.

Takeshi Nanahara's mind went crazy for a moment, but his expression remained unchanged as he continued, "Well, it's completely impossible, so there's no need to think about it too much. Okay, I'll teach you this much. Now let's eat quietly."

"Wait!" Qingjian Liuli stared at his face suspiciously and said, "Something is wrong. Did you think of something just now?"

"No." Takeshi Nanahara continued to chew the bones and enjoy the tender mutton.

"No, you must have thought of something!" Qingjian Liuli looked more and more suspicious, and said with certainty, "When you usually teach me, you speak very fast, wishing you could say two hundred words in one second, and you never get stuck. But you were stuck just now, or you were stuck for a long time. You must have thought of the key to solving the case, right? I reminded you and made you discover the truth in a flash, right? "

Takeshi Nanahara laughed dumbly, glanced at her, and laughed: "That's impossible."

"No, you just thought of it, it was the inspiration I gave you!" Qingmi Ruri has never been so sure as at this moment, she is the heroine, and it was she who inspired Takeshi Nanabahara!

Takeshi Nanahara glanced at her again and shook his head wildly: "Impossible, impossible, completely impossible, you can't give me any inspiration."

Qing Jian Liuli sprayed hot gas from her nostrils, her eyes were red, and she stared at Nanabaru Takeshi's face and said angrily: "Why don't you admit it? I was the one who helped you think of it!"

Takeshi Nanahara turned sideways and said sincerely: "You really think too much. You didn't give me any inspiration, let alone the heroine. The novel is all made up, so don't think so much, and eat well quickly." , mutton doesn’t taste good when it’s cold. Come... try this mutton rib, it should taste quite good to you.”

Qingjian Ruri looked at him, then at the mutton ribs, and then at Nakano Eri, who had been watching the show next to him, and forcefully swallowed back her words. After all, she couldn't open his skull to see what was inside. What, there was no way to prove that he was lying, so he could only shut up depressedly and recite the "Lady's Heart Sutra" silently, so as not to be so aggrieved that he, the bastard, would be strangled to death on his seat.

It was quiet for a while at the dining table. After she finished reciting the "Lady's Heart Sutra" silently, she lost her appetite and decided to work overtime tonight. She would kill the bastard Takeshi Nanahara overnight and beat him to death with a dump truck, while Zheng was clenching her milk teeth there secretly. I was in a hurry when I suddenly heard Eri Nakano ask strangely: "Nanahara, what's wrong with you?"

She looked in surprise and saw Takeshi Nanabahara staring at the lamb ribs in his hand, murmuring: "Lamb ribs, lamb ribs, ribs, ribs, ribs..." He murmured in a variety of languages. After muttering for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up, he stood up and said seriously: "Ms. Nakano, let's call police officers Okuno and Hidaka now. I've had a flash of inspiration through the mutton ribs, and I can see through the fog, and I can arrest the prisoner." !”

Nakano Eri was stunned, and stood up speechlessly. She felt that she had gone to college for nothing before, but she didn't meet a top student like Takeshi Nanahara. Otherwise, college life would have been very interesting. Qingmi Ruri's little face turned completely dark, and her little fists were so tight There was a "cluck" sound. He looked at Takeshi Nanahara's neck and was about to move his left foot. He couldn't control himself and wanted to kick his neck to break it.

Bastard, you are fooling me. What does the lamb ribs have to do with this case?

It was obviously me who reminded you, and it was obviously me who inspired you, but you, a black-hearted thing, really want to take away my credit. Is it so difficult to admit that I am the heroine? !

I changed it many times, but in the end I had to do this. Everyone still guessed what the mystery was. It was not effective to underestimate everyone's intelligence. Next time, I will change the case to a more difficult one and add more routine.

Give me another chance and I will study it again.