Me dressed as a gin brother

Madeira didn't hesitate at all. He walked aside with his mobile phone and called the police station.

At this time, a lady came quickly, and Hideaki Kurosawa stood at the door of the toilet, blocking her way, "Ma'am, this toilet is under repair, if you are not in a hurry, there should be other toilets outside the airport for you to choose from. "

"Sorry, I'm a little anxious."

Kurosawa Hideaki frowned.Something was wrong, there was a conflict between the messages on this woman.

She wears expensive perfume, wears a pair of leather boots, but wears a cheap coat that can be bought on the first floor of the supermarket. Why?

She stood calmly, not like someone who needs to use the toilet immediately, and the bladder is an organ that doesn't make sense.

When in a hurry, most people will lean forward and tighten the buttock muscles, which has achieved the purpose of delaying the excretion time.No matter how well educated a person is, it is difficult to control the instinctive reaction of the body.

Looking at the makeup, the lipstick is intact and the foundation is not mottled. Apart from the smell of perfume, there is no powdery smell that can be found in inferior cosmetics. The reason for her to use the toilet is not to touch up makeup.

If not, why the rush?Is it to meet the person in the toilet?

To meet the dead or the living?

Kurosawa Hideaki only looked at the woman for three seconds, then moved out of the way like all well-bred gentlemen, and even bent down to remove the construction sign in the middle of the road for her, "Be careful of slippery, ma'am."

"Thank you."

Kurosawa watched as the woman quickened her pace and walked into the toilet, the tiles reflecting the nameplate of her leather boots, Silvano Lattanzi.

An expensive Italian handmade brand only produces 6000 pairs a year, and a pair costs between 2 and 20. Why do people who can afford this brand wear a cheap coat from the supermarket?

Why don't you wait for her to come out and ask?

"boom--"

There was a gunshot from the toilet, followed by a scream that almost pierced the eardrums.

"Master!" Madeira held Kurosawa Hideaki who was about to rush into the toilet, "The prisoner has a gun, you can't go in, it's too dangerous, shall we wait here for the police?"

"No!" Kurosawa Hideaki quickly vetoed the deacon's proposal, "The lady just now may be in danger, I have to go and see. Madeira, I am a police officer."

This is an excuse. The identity of a police officer cannot be a reason for him to take risks, but puzzles can.

He had to figure out the contradiction in the lady just now, otherwise he would not be able to sleep tonight out of curiosity.

Kurosawa Hideaki broke away from Madeira's hand and broke into the women's toilet like a swift white cat.Throwing the deacon and his curses outside, he shouted louder: "Wait for the police there, I'll go and have a look first, everything will be fine!"

Although it was no longer necessary, the young man still pulled out the pistol at his waist, loaded it skillfully, and raised it perfunctorily.

The lady who came in just now leaned against the wall, her pupils dilated, her legs trembled uncontrollably, and she looked at the half-open compartment door in fear.

Kurosawa Hideaki walked over, completely blocked the lady behind him in a protective gesture, and then reached out to fully open the door.

A thin man was sitting on the toilet seat of the squatting toilet. He was tied tightly, his mouth was sealed, his face was covered with sweat, and a gun fell on the ground. A dead woman.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

Kurosawa Hideaki reached out and tore off the tape on the man's mouth, and a thin, trembling voice immediately sounded in the toilet cubicle.

"Help me! Let go of me... please."

The young man didn't immediately respond to the man's request. He avoided the corpse and the pool of blood, took two steps back, and observed the overall situation.

The toilet has no windows, and before the puzzle lady came in, there were only this man and the woman lying on the floor.

Compared with the murder case, he was more concerned about the purpose of the frightened lady coming to the toilet. Did she know the dead man or this man?

"Please, please untie me."

"Shut up." Kurosawa Hideaki opened the left pocket of the man's jacket with a gun, and it was empty, "Where's the stuff in your pocket?"

The man's sobbing stopped for a moment, "What?"

"A USB flash drive." Kurosawa Hideaki said firmly, "What's in it?"

"No USB drive, really."

The man is not telling the truth.The body search in this situation is not legal. Kurosawa Hideaki gave up interrogating the USB flash drive. He has already seen through the case. Since Ms. Secret is fine, he can ask about the overcoat when she recovers a bit.

When Kurosawa Hideaki untied the rope on the man, the sound of messy footsteps came from outside the toilet, followed by the sound of conversation.

"Investigate the Mu police department of the first subject, may I ask if you are the one who called the police?"

"Yes, my young master is still inside."

"I'm fine!" Kurosawa Hideaki interrupted Madeira, and then shouted to the door: "Officer, please come in."

The moment the Mumu Police Department saw Kurosawa Hideaki, his eyes narrowed slightly, showing a dumbfounding expression. "Officer Kurosawa?"

"It's me." Kurosawa Hideaki didn't change his face, and Megure Police Department had already gotten used to his attitude, "Takagi, come in!"

"Yes!"

The tall, thin, black-haired man entered the scene of the crime with a pocketbook in hand.Members of the forensic department wearing blue hats followed him in a file.

After everything was ready, Megure said to Kurosawa Hideaki: "Okay, let's start talking, speak slowly, Takagi is a newcomer."

"Okay." It seems that his relationship with the criminal department here is the same as before, Kurosawa Hideaki cleared his throat, and pointed at the thin man who was still sitting on the toilet without warning, "The prisoner is you. "

"Huh?" The man was stunned, but quickly recovered his senses, "But when the gunshot fired, I was tied up and couldn't shoot at all! Do you policemen dare to say anything for the sake of performance? I want to expose you!"

All the policemen at the scene cast their eyes on Kurosawa Hideaki. They were extremely nervous. The credibility of the policemen was already on the verge of collapse, and it must not drop any further!

"You? Huh." Kurosawa Hideaki sneered, his contemptuous expression completely angered the thin man.

He was like a thin lion trapped in a cage. He obviously had no strength to resist, but he still issued bursts of warning from his throat.

"Your acting skills are so perfunctory, do you think I'm an idiot?" Kurosawa Hideaki pushed his heels hard, jumped to the sink and sat down, "People's fear is often accompanied by dilated pupils, but you don't have any at all, instead you are covered in sweat. You're irritable, your body language is extremely aggressive, you're tense."

"As for the gunshot, it was just a trick. This is not the scene of the first crime at all. You killed this woman elsewhere and transported him here, and then fired again after the lady came in. Okay. Let her be an indirect witness."

"But I was tied up at the time, and you untied me." The suspect regarded this sentence as a gold medal for avoiding death, and he kept repeating: "She shot me, I just shot at her with all my strength." Hit, and that bullet just..."

Kurosawa Hideaki sighed, dragging his chin, "Lie."

"The situation he said is not impossible." Police Officer Mu Mu frowned, "In a confined space, the range of activities is very small, and the victim is likely to hit himself."

"Indeed." Kurosawa Hideaki affirmed Mugure's words, ignoring the questioning eyes of other police officers looking at him.

The thin man seemed to have found his backing, "The slander you slandered me today will be exposed in the media from now on!"

"You don't have this chance." Kurosawa Hideaki smiled kindly at the murderer, "I said, this is not the first scene, hasn't the forensics department figured it out yet?"

Sweat ran down the forehead of the little brother in the blue hat, "Okay, okay. But..."

This looks like the first scene, right?

"Well, you really can't expect to find out by yourself." The young man jumped off the sink, "Check the bullet holes on the victim's body. If there are two bullet holes, it will prove that the prisoner fired two shots. If there is only one bullet hole, check the bullet holes." Into the angle, penetrating injuries are easy to check, don’t tell me you don’t know this.”

"Ok sir."

"Anyway, he fired two shots." Kurosawa Hideaki muttered in a low voice, then raised his finger and pointed out the toilet, "There is a cleaning cart at the door, and the part filled with clean water is empty. There are corpses in it, and there are blood stains. Send someone Go and see."

"Takagi!" Officer Megure immediately looked at the man who recorded it.

"Yes!"

After doing this, Kurosawa Hideaki looked at the man whose face turned pale, huh?what is he looking at

He's looking at the lady who came in after?

Ah, they know each other.It seems that the missing U disk is on this lady, which is why she came to this bathroom.

But why wear cheap coats on the first floor of the supermarket?

Kurosawa Hideaki walked up to the lady, stopped at a safe distance of about an arm, and at the same time blocked the thin man's view of the lady.

"You know that man?"

"Of course not." She quickly denied it.

"His USB flash drive is on your body. You didn't come here to go to the bathroom at all, but to take that USB flash drive. You must have seen him shoot the dead body, right?"

"Really?" The lady smiled, her red lips slightly raised, "Do you want to catch me? Mr. Police."

Kurosawa Hideaki did not answer her question, "The dead lady is the real owner of the USB flash drive. She is an employee of a company and is currently struggling. It is likely that the president owed her wages. She wants to hold the U disk. The USB flash drive was to exchange money with the man, but the man killed her. Obviously, he didn't want to leave a living."

"Why didn't you say this to that fat policeman?" The lady's voice changed slightly, and there was a slight difference from before.

"The USB flash drive is on your body. At present, there is no evidence to prove that the contents of the USB flash drive are related to the murder case, and there is no evidence to prove that you knew that man. In this case, the body search is not legal." Kurosawa Hideaki said softly.

"This man and the victim should have other disputes, otherwise you wouldn't be so... leisurely."

The woman glanced at Hideaki Kurosawa with admiration. This kind of insight, this look, would be interesting if she met her colleagues.

She didn't answer, and enjoyed the scene of the clown kneeling down and crying with the police officers beside her.

"Officer Kurosawa, no matter how many times I watch it, I think you are a genius."

Police Department Megure saluted Kurosawa, and then said with a smile: "By the way, I haven't congratulated you on becoming the leader of the serious crime team. This is a position specially set up by the Police Department for you. Indeed, only you can take this position. Of course, I won’t be particularly busy, remember to report to the Public Security Bureau on Monday.”

Kurosawa Hideaki, who encountered two cases in two days, was skeptical about the statement that he would not be particularly busy.

"Goodbye." He turned to 'Ms. Secret' as if he didn't want to chat with Megure Police Department.

"Because I didn't tell the police about your connection to the killer, I wonder why you wear a cheap coat when you can afford Silvano Lattanzi shoes? Most people don't buy this brand of shoes to wear, but It is collected as a handicraft.”

The lady chuckled, raised her head, looked at the cute police officer who would immediately block the witness behind her, and lightly put her index finger in front of her lips, "Asecretmakesawomanwoman."