When Qi Mu's super power defected

Kudo Shinichi asked at this time, "Is it possible that the murderer is a foreigner?"

"This possibility is not ruled out, but the chance is very small." Yusaku Kudo looked at him gently, "The murderer has a high level of Japanese and is very familiar with our culture. If he is really a foreigner, he must have already lived in Japan. for several years, or have Japanese as accomplices."

Police investigations generally do not focus on foreigners, and there are not many foreigners.However, because of Yusaku Kudo's words, some people were still assigned to investigate this group of people.

Yusaku Kudo also said, "The target being targeted is likely to be a dancer practicing in the square. Focus on monitoring Hongtai Square. There are often middle-aged and elderly people walking there, and Teidan Elementary School is nearby. There is a high probability. It is a familiar location to commit crimes."

Everyone who was listening nodded repeatedly, as if seeing the light of hope.

Mu Mushisan only remembered me at this time, and I was browsing all the materials so far, "Qimu, what do you think?"

I didn't speak, I lowered my eyes to think, and played a detective game,

The murderer has no logic in committing the crime, and has strong anti-detection capabilities.

Fingerprints, hair strands, footprints, skin debris, none of these are left behind.Even the murder weapon was available on the spot, so I didn't check the purchase method.

Even the white cars used to kidnap people were stolen from other people in blind spots under surveillance.

A police officer sighed, "When will the era of surveillance without privacy come?"

Another ten years.

It's not like me that I'm the foil, I'm always the center of attention.

I said: [I'll step away a little bit. ]

They didn't say much, they just guessed in their hearts the reason for my sudden departure.

I pretended to go to the bathroom... Well, this method Saiki Kusuo has tried a lot, and I have to admit that it is very convenient.

In the bathroom, I met a cleaner who was walking out. He was wearing a sanitary mask and was nearly fifty years old. He subconsciously looked up at me.

I passed him, walked into the door, and then teleported directly to the rooftop. I took off a suppressor and spread the range of telepathy to the whole of Japan.

Come on, let me find out who is playing tricks!

Immediately, the messy inner voices hit me overwhelmingly, like a ball of yarn made up of connected scrambling ants.People's heart sounds are fast and confusing. Some people complained about their boss, so they kept cursing him to die in their hearts, and made up a bunch of pictures of killing their boss by themselves; The plot; there are people who stand by the river and want to jump...

Um?What happened to the one who jumped into the river.

I easily reversed his thinking, so that his mind is full of cute stray dogs.

After listening for about 3 minutes, I plugged the suppressor back in sweat.

...well, nothing.

I'm also a bit tired from all the noise attacks I've had for so long.

It is impossible for the murderer to keep thinking about the process of committing the crime.

I teleported back to the toilet stall and froze.

——Using my clairvoyant eyes, I can clearly see that the cleaner facing the door is bending down to put his side face on the ground, and his eyes are staring straight through the crack of the door.

***

If it was Saiki Kusuo at this time, he might pretend to be nonchalant, stay in the cubicle for a while and wait for someone to leave before going out.

But I am not him, I am not understanding, I want to rush out to question.

I slammed open the door and exchanged affectionate glances with the voyeur in an awkward position.

[what are you doing? ]

The voyeur's mind was spinning very quickly. He assumed a humble posture, bent over and looked up at me slightly after getting up from the ground, but he didn't speak, but stretched out his hands and gestured to me.

I immediately understood, [I understand sign language. ]

The man froze for a moment, then opened his mouth and smiled silently twice, waving his arms to convey his meaning to me, "I need to clean the cubicle, I knocked on the door a few times and no one answered, but it was locked when I pushed it. No one, I'm still worried that you fainted. '

[Then?so long? ]

The man touched the back of his head, squinted his eyes and squeezed out his creases with a smile, but the faint eyes revealed a bit piercing, "Because I didn't see human feet, and I didn't hear any movement, you were just..."

I folded my chest, [What's strange about this, I stepped on the toilet seat, but I didn't pull it out. ]

He probably didn't expect me to use words so frankly, so he choked up for a moment.

I glanced at him indifferently and went back to the meeting room.

[Who is that cleaner? ] I asked as soon as I entered the door,

At the end of the thirteenth time, I said, "His name is Ryoji Shibazaki, and he is a relative of one of our colleagues. When he was young, he had a fever and burned his throat, so he couldn't speak. Why do you ask this?"

Me: [Cuff people, the murderer is him. ]

Kudo Shinichi: "...?"

Here it is, this feeling of suffocation again.

Why did he suddenly know the answer to the mystery? How did he come to the conclusion?

Because my tone seemed to say that this is a matter of course that can be seen at a glance, the police officers present were not shocked at the first time, but all opened their eyes wide after understanding the meaning.

A police officer drops a pen, "What do you mean, why do you say that?"

[Currently there is no evidence, the interrogation may have results, but there is nothing wrong with him pretending to be stupid. ] I said under the gaze of everyone, [Investigate his whereabouts in the past few days, as well as browsing records, clothes, in short, keep him under surveillance, wait for the fourth victim to wake up, maybe she can recognize the murderer s face. ]

"Wait, even if you say that, but he..."

[I know that he belongs to the disadvantaged disabled group, and he is acquainted with you, and you have never doubted him. ]

"No, it's impossible!" Mumu Shisan's voice trembled slightly, "Shibazaki Ryoji is Shibazaki Kazuo's father, did he kill his own son?"

I lost my expression for a moment,

Why... a father can kill a son.