Isn't it very scientific to use the Death Note to kill people?

"Yes."

"But why did he open the window and look out?"

"I'm not sure about that. Maybe the killer told him to look outside over the phone or something, like there's an alien UFO outside and he should go out and check it out."

Lin Jiashu said this with a smile, which made Megure Jusan twitch his lips.

However, Takashi Matsuo, who had been reacting strongly just now, was now speechless.

Chapter 16: End of the Event

silence

When Takashi Matsuo felt his mind went blank and he didn't know what to say in rebuttal, the photographers and reporters next to him suddenly became alert.

The live camera suddenly focused on Lin Jiashu's incredibly delicate face.

"Mr. Lin Jia! Is the truth really as you said!?"

"You just took a quick look at the crime scene, right? How could you deduce the murderer's method so quickly?"

"Do you have any evidence to prove your inference?"

"Also, why do you place the suspicion on Mr. Matsuo?"

“Are you responsible for your own inferences?”

The reporters swarmed in like sharks smelling blood, throwing questions one after another.

Lin Jiashu couldn't help but take a step back, and Kisaki Eri next to him immediately stretched out a hand to block him.

However, the reporters' enthusiasm remained undiminished and they urged Lin Jiashu to answer again.

The latter paused for a moment before speaking:

"As for evidence, I think there should be some."

"Let me first explain why I believe Mr. Matsuo is the suspect. First, accurately hitting a target on the fourth floor from the seventh floor requires a considerable level of marksmanship."

"Ms. Nagai happened to mention on the show that Mr. Matsuo is a shooting enthusiast, and his marksmanship is even comparable to that of a professional shooter."

"Also, it's strange that Mr. Suwa, as the program director, wasn't backstage during the show but was in the mixing room instead. And Mr. Matsuo just said that he and Mr. Suwa had agreed to discuss things here beforehand."

"I guess that's why Mr. Matsuo went out of his way to check on Mr. Suwa's location midway through the show."

"And the same goes for leaving during the VCR."

"All the signs are enough to make people suspect Mr. Matsuo."

"But all of the above is just speculation."

"So now let's talk about the evidence. I need to point out that if this inference is correct, then this modus operandi is completely flawed in my opinion."

"It takes at least 4 minutes to complete this maneuver out of a 2-minute crime."

"And dealing with the smoke in less than two minutes was clearly unrealistic... Perhaps they covered themselves with plastic wrap or something to block the smoke, or perhaps even changed their clothes. In any case, that amount of time was definitely not enough to dispose of the evidence."

"Also, I don't know why Mr. Suwa was asked to stick his head out the window, but the medium for conveying information should be a mobile phone. We can check who called him last."

"Oh, by the way, the staircase on the seventh floor is piled with boxes of materials. Maybe the evidence is hidden there."

Hearing this in a daze, Matsuo Takashi almost collapsed.

Megure Jusan glanced at him and immediately turned his head: "Hurry up and look for it on the stairs on the seventh floor!"

Soon the police took the order and went there.

But just as he left, Matsuo Takashi could no longer hold on. His legs softened and his face became dejected. “No need. I plead guilty.”

The reporters around were silent.

"It's all Suwa's fault. He worked with the publishing house to bring you, Mr. Lin Jia, in, and I thought you were just a mere mystery novelist... What a mistake! I had thought this method was absolutely perfect."

"No matter how you kill someone, there will always be traces left behind, Mr. Matsuo."

"..."

Takashi Matsuo lowered his head and said nothing.

After all, things have come to this point, and there is no point in him saying anything.

Megure Jusan quickly waved his hand and ordered his men to take him away, then looked at Hayashi Yoshiki and a smile appeared on his chubby and kind face.

"Oh my, you're truly worthy of being a mystery novelist. You solved the case so quickly!"

"It just happened to come to my mind. I hope it helps the police."

"Thank you for your help anyway, haha, brother Lin Jia. But we'll need you to accompany us back to take notes later—"

"Inspector Megure, let's leave the record-keeping until tomorrow, because we are planning to go to the restaurant to celebrate."

At this time, Kisaki Eri interrupted Megure Jusan.

The latter was quite respectful upon hearing this.

"Okay, let's make another appointment tomorrow. After all, it's us, the police, who are bothering you."

Megure Jusan was in a quite happy mood.

He was originally a little nervous when he heard about the shooting, and this time Brother Kudo was not around... Who knew that there would be such an unexpected turn of events, and the time it took to solve the case this time was almost breaking his record for the fastest team completion.

Megure Jusan was feeling happy as he was getting in the police car with his team and preparing to return to the police station. However, a phone call completely destroyed his good mood:

"What did you say?! A murder occurred in Dorobiga Paradise!?"

"Okay, I'll be there right away!"

So the police car sounded the sirens again and hurried towards Dorobiga Paradise.

At this time, Hayashi Yoshiki and Kisaki Eri had just gotten rid of the TV station reporters and came to the parking lot of Nichijo TV and got into Kisaki Eri's Mini Cooper.

"Are you okay, Tree?"

"Why are you asking this suddenly, Aunt Eri?"

"...I'm worried that you've been through too much today."

Kisaki Eri looked at Lin Jiashu's quiet expression, opened her mouth, and suddenly changed the direction of the words when they were about to come out of her mouth.

Then she smiled gently again:

"That's fine. Let's go. What do you want to eat?"

"How about some yakitori?"

"It seems that the dinner was too light. Let's go."

Hibiki Eri drove the car and slowly drove out of the parking lot.

Because they had to record the show, the two arrived at Nichimi TV relatively early, and they had a light dinner, just some healthy salads.

The street view at night is very beautiful.

This city, adorned with gleaming neon lights, should be a pleasant place to take a leisurely drive.

"..."

While driving, Kisaki Eri would occasionally turn her head to look at Lin Jiashu. Seeing that he was just looking at the scenery outside the window quietly without showing any emotion, she always felt that she was a little concerned.

This child's parents died from gunshot wounds in their temples...

It is for this reason that Kisaki Eri was a little worried that he would be reminded of the past when he saw Michihiko Suwa's body today.

"Little tree."

"Ok?"

"Call Xiaolan out in a couple of days. I feel like you cousins ​​should get to know each other formally."

"Sure."

"Then it's settled."

Chapter 17: Death Note Test and Okino Yoko's Phone Call

"The Rice Flower TV Murder Case!?"

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Last night, the live broadcast of the evening news on Mihua TV fermented overnight and became quite popular the next day.

Many morning newspapers were talking about this matter, and professional mystery newspapers even made it the headline of the day.

Lin Jiashu himself also paid a little attention to it.

However, when he saw that many news headlines had prefixes related to the title "mystery novelist", he realized that it was most likely that Futaba Publishing House was instigating this.

After all, once this name is introduced, more people will come to buy books.

But this is exactly what Lin Jiashu wants.

Whether he is a detective or a mystery novelist, what is mentioned is always his own fame.

In this world where detectives have a very high social status, there is basically no harm in this.

"Let's continue testing today."

Lin Jiashu opened the Death Note and tore off a blank page from it. The paper of the Death Note had no special touch, just like an ordinary notebook of good quality, but it was very easy to tear off, and there was almost no chance of uneven edges.

Taking the pen, Lin Jiashu began to write on it:

「3月28号早上10：47分，来到米花町3丁目16番地，在川野寿司店的门口待了15分钟，后离去。」

"He later died of a stab wound at 4:16 PM on April 22th."

The Death Note can first write down the cause of death and the process of death, and then write the target's name, which will also be effective.

However, after writing this paragraph, Lin Jiashu folded the page neatly in half and then tore the paper along the crease.

The paragraph he had just written was also split into two.

"Tearing a page or piece of paper from the Death Note still has the effect of a note."

"For the Death Note to work, you can't write a single person's name across multiple pages. However, if it's on the front and back of the same page, it will still work even if you write the last name on the front and the first name on the back."

This is a rule that is clearly stated in the Death Note.

However, there is no record of whether it would be effective if the same page was torn and the target's last name was written on the left side and the first name on the right side.

Hayashi Yoshiki first wrote the word "冨沢" on the left page, then wrote "智也" on the right page, and then pieced the two pages together along the torn edge, so it became "冨沢智也".

After doing all this, he waited until the time was almost up, picked up the two torn pages of paper and a pen, packed up, and went out.

It's still a bit chilly in March, but the weather today was perfect. The sun was shining, the wind was gentle, and it was the kind of day you could spend comfortably all day.

The pace of rice flower market is always slow.

There are many shops on the streets surrounding the residential area, including a coffee shop where Lin Jiashu is a regular customer.

"Hello, please give me a Chiaro latte."

"Ok."

The clerk started making it quickly.

After waiting for a while, Lin Jiashu got a cup of packaged coffee.

He found a bench outside and sat down, then opened the lid of the coffee. The lightly roasted coffee with a hint of biscuit aroma blended with milk had a very sweet taste.

Chiaro means "light color" in Italian.

I took a sip of the hot drink and looked at the time again, and found that it was already 10:51.

Tomoya Tomizawa did not show up.