After the world of Ke Xue is full of bad luck

For Matsuda Jinpei and Hagiwara Kenji, this is probably the last vacation before reporting to the police academy.

It was the original plan of the two of them to go to the game center of the department store in the morning and go to the bank in the afternoon to go through the formalities.

"I'm hungry, let's go eat." The curly-haired young man put his hands in his pockets, with a refreshing and handsome appearance, with a touch of youth, with a bit of helplessness and annoyance in his eyes, he rolled his eyes at his friend behind him.

This guy Hagi is really too provocative.

The handsome young man who was surrounded by several girls had clear features and a gentle smile on his face, "Ah, sorry, my friend urged me to eat."

He explained to the girls gently, bowing his head and apologizing from time to time.

"Huh? Don't you want to play for a while?"

"Yes, yes, I want to hold the doll again."

"Are you leaving so soon?"

"This is my mailbox, can I exchange the mailbox?"

Several girls chatted in a hurry, took out their mobile phones and wanted to exchange their mailboxes with Kenji Hagiwara.

Matsuda Jinpei smacked his lips helplessly, "Tsk, hurry up, Hagi! I'm going to press the elevator first."

As soon as he walked near the elevator, he heard a "boom", and the floor indicator light was flashing strangely, without a specific floor.

The metallic sound of "creaking" made people waiting for the elevator uneasy.

Matsuda raised his eyebrows, and the words "elevator accident" flashed in his mind.He hurried to the elevator door and asked loudly, "Hey, is anyone in there? Are you injured? Is anyone in there?"

At the beginning, the answer was a hesitant male voice, unable to speak any complete sentences intermittently.

Fortunately, the female voice at the back was clear and bright, and clearly introduced the current situation in the elevator, which made it much easier for Kenji Hagiwara, who rushed over from behind, to call the police.

It's just that the news of the suspected dead man attracted more people to watch, and it took a while for the technicians from the shopping mall to rush over.

In the dark and airtight environment, the two men who were walking with the man with gold spectacles each occupied a corner of the elevator, no longer approaching the corpse, and looked at the woman who was checking the situation around the corpse with a little fear.

Amamiya Qianxue sighed, first took several photos of the current situation of the elevator and the state of the deceased, and then gently lifted the deceased's chin with a handkerchief.

This action made the faces of the other two pale. The burly man who hadn't said anything grabbed her arm and asked, "What are you going to do? Destroy the evidence?"

Amamiya Qianxue frowned, and the light of the flashlight that came with her mobile phone made her already pale face even paler. With her long curly hair, she looked like a glamorous female ghost under such circumstances.

She lowered her eyes and explained: "Please let go, please? Since I entered the elevator, I have not had any contact with this gentleman. It is not so much destruction as I want to find evidence to clear the suspicion. Are you so nervous? Are you saying the murderer is you?"

"How is it possible! How could I kill President Yamada!"

The burly man who was very excited threw his arms away, with a bit of anger in his tone.

It seems that he is very dissatisfied with others wronging him.

The black suit, who was hiding in a corner with his arms folded, also shook his head tremblingly, muttering: "It's not me, and I won't kill the president, killing him won't do me any good, I still have a loan to pay." Also, it is impossible to kill your own boss."

Amamiya Qianxue carefully sniffed the scent of the deceased's mouth and nose, the rich coffee smell mixed with almonds made her frown even deeper.

Bitter almonds?Cyanide/chemical/thing?But apart from the smell of coffee and bitter almonds, why is there still a smell?Sweet and greasy?It also smells like rotten fruit, what is it?

However, based on the smell of bitter almonds and the state of the deceased before death, it is basically certain that it was poisoned, and the poison should be cyanide.

Moreover, the amount of this cyanide should not be much.

She pursed her lips, raised her right hand slightly, and slender and slender fingers brushed a lock of her long hair that was hanging down, gently curling it, and fell into thinking.

With gray-purple eyes half-closed, she recalled her meeting with the deceased.

The first meeting was on the way out of the shopping area at 10:43, and then she waited in the elevator waiting area for 17 minutes until she got to the empty elevator and met the three again in the elevator. Although she didn't pay attention to the specific time during the period, it was at least 3 minutes.

Calculated according to the shortest 3 minutes, that is, at 11:03, the four of them took the same elevator to the restaurant.

When she turned on the phone again, it was 11:10, and the person was already dead.

If it is said that the person in the elevator poisoned, then within a few minutes?But when the elevator was falling rapidly, she had asked them to keep their self-rescue posture, and several of them obeyed, and the smell of cyanide came from their mouths more.

It is impossible to have the opportunity to feed him poison at this time, or let his lips touch something.

Therefore, the poison must have been taken before he entered the elevator.

Recalling the golden glasses involuntarily massaging his temples when he entered the elevator, Amamiya Qianxue understood that he probably felt uncomfortable, dizzy and numb at that time.

However, a small dose of cyanide/chemical/chemical poisoning can occur for 15 to 40 minutes. Among them, dizziness, numbness in the corners of the mouth, and deep and rapid breathing have always existed. Then why does this person not feel uncomfortable?

A person who doesn't feel that there is anything wrong with his situation can only say that he either doesn't care, or he is used to this special situation.

For the deceased with OCD, the former is less likely.

"I have a question to ask, does your boss, President Yamada, have any underlying diseases?"

Amamiya Qianxue rolled over the man's upper eyelids, the mucous membranes were bright red, a more delicate red than the scattered roses on the ground.

The typical small-dose cyanide poisoning symptoms further validated her inference.

Holding a briefcase in a black suit, she stared at the half-squatting woman in shock. The cold sweat on her face slipped over her temples and dripped into her clothes. Who the hell is this woman?

As the exclusive secretary of the president, he is very clear about the interpersonal relationship around the president.

Why is this woman who met for the first time so sensitive?

Seeing that there was no answer for a long time, Amamiya Qianxue looked at the black suit in the corner, and seeing his expression, she knew she had guessed right.

"Your expression has already told me the answer. What should he have for a long time? Or the underlying disease for a period of time. Although this is personal privacy, don't you want to wash away your suspicion? The three of us are the last of the deceased. Close contacts."

The black suit wiped off the cold sweat, and replied: "Yes, the president has always had diabetes."

Amamiya Qianxue's eyes lit up when she heard these words, diabetes?That's right, the sweet and greasy taste of rotten fruit in the mouth is indeed the taste of diabetic patients.

Then he probably mistook the dizziness and numbness of his hands and feet from poisoning for the symptoms of hypoglycemia.

Amamiya Qianxue lifted the man's shirt again, and sure enough, she found a needle hole for insulin injection on her belly, and the black suit did not lie.

"Then did he not eat breakfast today? Or, he has never had the habit of eating breakfast." It was not a question, but a straightforward tone.

Although he has only met Jinsi glasses twice, whether it is from his control of time or his meticulous action of wiping the stains, it is enough to show that this guy is obsessive-compulsive and cleanliness.

A guy who has a perverted desire to control his own life arrangements.

This kind of person's day is accurately measured with a ruler, and he is definitely not someone who skips breakfast on a whim.

The black suit leaned against the wall, his legs and feet were a little weak, "Yes, yes. The president doesn't eat breakfast, he only drinks a cup of iced coffee."

Amamiya Qianxue nodded, stood up from the ground, and silently twirled her lock of hair, half-closed her eyes, her thick eyelashes were like butterflies, hanging down to cover the tear mole under her right eye.

The burly man couldn't help asking, "You've asked so many questions, what do you know?"

"Well, don't worry, let's go out and talk about it first." She smiled and pointed to the closed elevator door, just outside the door was the shout of a mechanic, asking if the people in the elevator were okay.

After the elevator was trapped for 10 minutes, a gap was finally pried open in the airtight elevator car, and after the cables above were reinforced, Amamiya Qianxue finally saw the sunlight again.

The person in charge of the shopping mall in the building was bowing and apologizing to several people non-stop, saying some words of apology.

Amamiya Chiyuki leaned against the wall, observing the surrounding situations.

Kenji Hagiwara and Jinpei Matsuda breathed a sigh of relief when they saw a few people successfully get out of the elevator.

"Hagi, speaking of it, does the reporter have to wait for the police to arrive before leaving?" Matsuda Jinhei pouted, and when he mentioned the police, his expression was rather impatient.

Hagiwara Kenji patted his friend on the shoulder, "Yeah, just wait, I guess I'll be here in a while, maybe I have to take notes."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was bumped by the people around him, making him look over involuntarily.

It was a young woman who bumped into the person, her face was pale, she covered her mouth, her expression was flustered and frightened, her whole body seemed to be unsteady, trembling non-stop.

Hagiwara Kenji asked softly, "What's wrong? Miss, are you okay?"

Matsuda Jinhei raised his eyebrows and walked two steps to the side, as expected of Hagi.

The woman covered her mouth and trembled, the fear in her eyes spread to her whole body, and asked intermittently: "Electricity, elevator, dead person? In the elevator, dead person...?"

Hagiwara Kenjiku supported the woman who was not standing still, and said in a low voice: "It is indeed a dead person. Miss, you seem to be in a bad condition now, are you okay?"

"I, I'm fine." The woman took a deep breath and got rid of the arms of the person next to her. She was trying to control her emotions.

At the same time, the police also rushed over. Once the cordon was pulled and order was maintained, the whole scene became orderly from the original panic.

All the onlookers were driven outside the yellow cordon.

Inside the cordon, apart from the police, there was only Amamiya Chiyuki, a burly man in a black suit, who called the police Matsuda and Hagiwara, the person in charge of the mall.

Amamiya Qianxue glanced at the young woman who looked flustered just now. She was standing in the crowd of onlookers while leaning on the wall, and she no longer trembled.

The female police officer with a gentle expression began to ask about her basic situation, "Excuse me, Ms. Amamiya, we need to search your belongings. Could you please cooperate?"

Amamiya Qianxue nodded, and handed over her satchel, "Please."

She opened her arms and cooperated with the search.

Mobile phones, documents, wallets, handkerchiefs, OK bandages, hemostatic spray, razor blades, emergency food, and all kinds of miscellaneous things were checked.

During the period, when all kinds of emergency items were found, everyone looked at her a little sideways. After all, which girl would prepare so many emergency items in a shopping bag.

Amamiya Qianxue was also a little embarrassed, she couldn't be blamed for it, she hadn't gone out for a long time, and she didn't feel safe without these things.

Who made her particularly unlucky.