[Psychic Detective Yakumo] One hundred ways to tease cats

Goto was actually irritated, but if Yakumo's words were taken to heart, he would have a stomach piercing soon--even if it wasn't for the stomach piercing, it wouldn't be much better.He chose to continue talking.

"I have something to show you."

"Is it a ghost photo?"

"Exactly, you really know that."

"You never showed me anything else," Yakumo said decisively.

"I don't remember showing you anything else either."

As Goto replied, he put the brown envelope in his hand on the table and took out some photos from it.

He put a photo on the table. In that photo, there was a burned house. The photo seemed to be taken when the fire was just extinguished. There were still smoke from several places on the unburned pillars.

Then put the second photo, in the photo there is a coke like a human body - lying on his back, his hands stretched upwards, as if struggling in pain.

He posted another photo of a woman in her late forties who appeared to be at a wedding reception, grinning in a gorgeous purple dress.

"Is this the woman who was burned into coke?"

"Yes."

Then, he put another photo on the table, which was the same as the burned house just now.But in this photo there is a figure standing in the room, it is a woman dressed in snow-white.

"This is……"

Hearing Yakumo's exclamation, Goto pursed his lips and smiled triumphantly.

"As you can see, I'm afraid, as you imagined, when this picture was taken, there was no one there."

"According to ordinary thinking, one would think that it should be the scorched black woman you showed me now, but you showed it to me specially. I'm afraid the matter is not simple."

"It's Yakumo, who has such a keen sense. I really hope you will become my subordinate."

"I don't want to die."

"You hate the police that much?"

"I hope you don't get me wrong, I hate you."

His ability to ridicule is really unmatched.

Goto took out another photo and put it on the table. In the photo was a man who was nearly forty years old. Although he had clear features, he looked a little swollen.

"This person is suffering from an internal organ disease."

"Continue to answer correctly, congratulations, you can get entertainment to travel to Hawaii."

"Those who haven't even left Kanto should speak less big words."

Goto ignored Yakumo and deliberately let him hear him talking to himself.

"His name is Kenichi Garten. He died of heart failure a month ago. However, because of the many doubts about the cause of his death, after some investigation, it was found that he had been continuously fed a very small amount of poison over the years."

"You can find out that far."

"That's because in our bureau, there is a perverted old man who spares no effort in investigating this kind of thing... Then, as long as we investigate the person who fed him the poison, the criminal will come out."

"It's his relatives."

"That's right. Kenichi Garten is a wealthy property man. Although he himself only runs a small real estate company, his father is a big landlord. Although he has a younger brother, he is idle all day long. Therefore, according to his father's will, the estate will be inherited by Kenichi."

"So you suspect his brother?"

"Although he is a serious suspect, he lives in a neighboring city, and there is almost no contact between the two, so he is excluded from the list of suspects. The only thing left is..."

"His wife. Having said that, his wife was burned to a charred corpse."

Goto couldn't help applauding.

"That's right. It's a pleasure to explain to you. The police have been targeting his wife, Emiko. When the evidence is convincing and she is about to arrest her, she sent a letter to the police. The content is roughly tortured by guilt. , so she decided to kill herself... When we rushed to the scene, her house was already surrounded by a sea of ​​flames."

"Is the suicide note really written by me?"

"Ah, the result of handwriting identification is that I wrote it correctly."

"Wouldn't that be nice? Case closed."

Goto exhaled.

"If that's the case, should I still come here specially to find you?"

"You have nothing to do."

Shame!

"The following is just my guess, without any evidence. I don't think she is the kind of woman who would commit suicide. After seeing her method of killing her husband, Kenichi, it can be said to be flawless. If it weren't for a perverted forensic doctor in our bureau Otherwise, I probably wouldn't have noticed that she was a murderer. For money, she has been murderous towards her husband for years, obsessed, and bold. This kind of person will commit suicide because he realizes his guilt? Don't laugh!"

Goto talked incessantly, and even slapped the table excitedly; Yakumo frowned, as if he was thinking about something.

"So, what do you think the truth of the matter should be?"

"I think Junichi is very suspicious. Emiko killed his brother, and then he killed Emiko, and he will inherit all the inheritance."

"Since that's the case, why don't you investigate and deal with that person named Chunyi according to the law?"

Goto let out a j□j of "Ah—" and he shook his head, looking furious.

"We did! But the guy had an alibi, he got a ticket for parking illegally and he went to the police station, and it was because of him parking illegally that the fire trucks couldn't get to the scene in time, there are too many suspicious things!"

Ask knowingly!Although Goto thought so in his heart, he continued to explain.

"I wonder if this ghost photo can be the key to solving the case."

"I see. I understand what you mean, but the information is too little and the content is too abstract, so I don't know where to start. Although I can't guarantee you, I will still investigate."

"really?"

Goto was half-prepared to be rejected, but he didn't expect Yakumo to agree, and he stood up in surprise.

"However, this has to be written off with the favor of the last incident."

So it turned out that Goto understood Yakumo's attitude.Was one step ahead of him.He originally planned that if Yakumo refused him, he would use the favor from last time as bait.What a budget guy.

I made an appointment with Yakumo to go home first and come back later, so I left Yakumo's residence.

Goto seemed to not want me to hear what they were talking about this time, but it was hard to say, and he couldn't keep his clothes disheveled, besides, I also wanted to think about it alone.

As soon as I opened the door, I heard the phone ring. I hurried into the house. It wasn't my cell phone that rang, but a phone I seldom used.

"Hey."

I picked up the phone, and after a moment of silence, the phone was hung up suddenly.Is it a prank call?Really annoying!

After taking a shower, I changed my clothes. Although I wanted to go straight to Yakumo's residence, I didn't want to meet Goto again.I sat on the bed, looked out the window and started to feel dazed.

I'm trying to sort out what happened last night, but it's hard to sort it out, or even tell which parts are real and which parts are fiction.

The curtain fluttered slightly.Strange, the window should not be open.I got up and went to the window.

"...Shiori?"

Shiori stood on the other side of the window through the lace curtain.I quickly pushed aside the curtains, opened the window and walked to the balcony, but no matter how I looked, I couldn't see Shiori, where did she go?I leaned out from the balcony and looked down, but there was no sign of it.

Besides, my room is a personal suite on the fourth floor, and of course it is impossible for anyone to stand outside the window.Is this a hallucination... The confusion in my head has deepened.

It was past noon when I visited Yakumo's residence again.

This time I came here fully dressed, but my head has been in chaos since this morning.

Ever since I saw the phantom of Shiori standing outside the window, I've been racking my brains trying to put together a chain of events, but no matter how hard I try, my thoughts always become fragmented midway, adding to my impatience.

"Really! I'm not a detective! You one after another..."

Yakumo grumbled without hiding his displeasure, while using an alcohol lamp and a beaker of hot water.It seems that Goto also brought him a difficult problem. I sincerely think that Yakumo can do his part for society if he changes his career as a psychic detective or something.But he himself should strongly deny it...

Just as I was thinking, a teacup was brought to me, it was green tea.

"Huh? Could this be soaked in the beaker just now?"

"There is no doubt, it is exactly, I just borrowed it from the laboratory. Compared with being used to do inexplicable chemical reaction experiments, it will be happier to be used by me."

"It's not that question, are you sure you won't die if you drink this?"

"Whispering, let's drink it, its condiment is hydrochloric acid."

"So, what are you going to say?"

Yakumo urged me to explain the purpose of my visit, but I was also at a loss. I couldn't think of an efficient way to explain it. I could only sort out the sequence of events in my mind before explaining to Yakumo.

Yakumo crossed his arms, leaned his head back on the chair, looked at the ceiling and listened. If someone who doesn't know why saw him, he might get angry, but this is how Yakumo listened carefully.

"It's more organized than Mr. Goto's words."

Yakumo sat up straight.

"The uncle wants to make the topic full of drama, and the order of the explanations is upside down. Just listening to it is enough to make people's brain troubled."

I didn't actually hear Goto's explanation, but it must have been terrible.

"Then I'm really honored...do you know anything?"

"These two things should not be conflated, and the clarity of the statement does not mean the truth."

makes sense.

"but