No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

Suzuki Joe Bridge has many more female fans than male fans.

The face value is high, and the main attraction is the opposite sex.

He followed police officers Chiba and Takagi into the vicinity of the elevator where the incident occurred.

The surrounding colors quickly faded into black and white.

The deceased was sitting on the ground with his back to the elevator.

He bowed his head, his belly was bleeding, and he held an empty envelope in his hand.

At the very top on the left, three patterns are drawn in sequence with blood.

They are circles, forks, and triangles.

Looking at the entire scene, there is only this red light:

[Discovery: Last words before death. 】

[Explanation: Before dying, of course, think of what to write, and idiots will leave riddles at such times. 】

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(This paragraph is not worth the money: try adding one more watch at night, after eight o'clock.)

Chapter 275 Circle, Fork, Triangle

Huh, is that a clue?

The red light did not mark knife wounds, nor did it mark poisoning.

Just relying on a circle, a fork, a triangle, is not very easy to piece together.

The Mumu Police Department stared at the watch, and came over after counting 30 seconds.

He grinned, his eyes full of anticipation:

"Brother Suzuki, have you found the murderer?"

Suzuki Qiaoqiao shook his head, indicating that he had no clue for the time being.

He has already made up his mind, and will try to delay the solution as much as possible in the future.

Human expectations and desires are always endless.

No matter how well Suzuki Qiaoqiao does, some people will feel dissatisfied.

Huh?

He clearly found the victim's last words, but the effect of black and white sight distance has not disappeared.

This shows that there is evidence nearby, but he has not found it.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao looked around, but there was no red light.

He crouched down and examined the body.

He took out a business card and an ID card from the other's pocket.

The deceased was named Nakajo Katsuno, 43 years old, a detective.

"Are there any witnesses at the time?"

A young girl named Hashimoto Arina raised her hand and took the initiative to come to her side:

"I know, a man rushed up and stabbed him, and then the power went out."

"power failure?"

"Yes, it stopped for about 10 seconds. When the lights are restored, the murderer is gone."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao nodded and ordered:

"Takagi, go to the security room of the mall and ask about the power outage."

After speaking, he glanced at the pretty girl in front of him and asked:

"Hello, do you remember what the murderer looked like?"

Hashimoto Arina thought for a while, and his head shook like a rattle:

"He's wearing a hat and coat, I can't see it."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao asked the public again at the scene, but no other witnesses were found.

After a while, Takagi Shibu led the security captain here:

"Officer, hello, the previous power outage in the mall was caused by an error in checking the circuit, and it was quickly restored."

"Then do you have installation monitoring here?"

The security guard twitched the corners of his mouth a little bit:

"I'm sorry, I haven't installed it yet."

Without surveillance, without witnesses, it's hard to do.

The murderer kills people on the street in public.

Luckily, there was a power outage to help cover the escape.

After Suzuki Qiaoqiao asked the security guard to understand the situation, he felt that they were not in the same group as the murderer.

Conan felt inexplicably excited when he saw that he was in a bottleneck for the first time.

It turns out that Mr. Suzuki also has a case that he is not good at.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao ignored the kid and re-organized the scene.

Soon an old mobile phone was found from the body of the deceased.

He put on evidence gloves and touched it lightly with his fingers.

It is found that the phone is not set with a password lock, and it is directly turned on.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao checked the call records and text messages, and found that the deceased had just called in more than 20 minutes.

During that period, it is very likely that the time of the killing was approaching.

After he packed his phone in his evidence bag, he pressed the dial button.

Unexpectedly, in the lobby of the commercial center, a bell rang suddenly.

A man looked flustered, took out his phone and cut it off.

On Suzuki's side, he quickly received a notification that it was inconvenient to answer.

Before he could come forward, the Mage police department and Takagi Shibu were left and right, and sandwiched the suspect in the middle.

"It was you who contacted Mr. Nakajo before!"

"Ah, this..."

Suzuki Sonoko couldn't stand it any longer, and took the initiative to identify:

"I suspected you before, and I said that you would pay four times the price and come to see me immediately."

"Oh, sir, is that so?"

Facing the gazes from everyone, the man lowered his head:

"You... don't look at it like this, I'll recruit it."

The Mumu Police Department took out the pen and paper, and looked serious:

"Come on, let's talk."

"I called Nisheng Fan Jiu. Last month, I found out that someone in the company had secretly misappropriated the reserve funds. Before reporting to the big boss, my boss ordered me to find this person first. Therefore, I hired Mr. Nakajo to participate in the investigation. Good deal today, but he suddenly called and said that the embezzler paid double the price to buy the information. I had no choice but to quadruple the price..."

Hearing this, Suzuki Takahashi's pupils dilated slightly.

The corrupt employee under investigation and the murderer who killed Detective Nakajo are obviously the same person.

The last thing left by the deceased is likely to be the name of the other party.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao picked up the empty envelope to check, showing a clear look.

"I understand!"

"Brother Suzuki, did you find anything?"

"Since it's someone inside the company who is corrupt, may I ask Mr. Nisheng, can you provide a list of employees?"

Afterlife Fan Jiu nodded, took out a document from his briefcase and handed it over:

"Mr. Nakajo gave me the list of suspects of embezzlement a week ago."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao took it with both hands, frowning and studying it carefully.

The Mumu police department came over to check, staring at the densely packed names, and felt a headache:

"How many people are there?"

"58 people."

"Oh, with so many people, it's too troublesome to check one by one."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao's eyes quickly swept across the list of suspects.

It took him two or three minutes to find people with circles, crosses and triangles in their names at the same time.

In order to avoid misjudgment, Suzuki Takahashi completes the comparison list.

Finally, it was confirmed that there was only one person who met the order conditions.

"Which way or more, I understand."

"Brother Suzuki, what do you understand?"

Suzuki Qiaoqiao pointed to the list and explained to his boss:

"On the envelope held by the victim, only circles, forks and triangles were left. And that's not all. Mr. Nakajo should have written the killer's name after the injury, but because some of it was written on the document , so they were taken away together."

After such an instruction, the Mumu Police Department suddenly woke up.