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Chapter 265 Don't underestimate the police!
Matsuda observed Masuo's face through the rearview mirror.
Since he knew there were suspicious people around, why did he leave his wife alone at home?
"Kid, fasten your seatbelt, and don't run around later."
Matsuda glanced at Conan beside him, then looked up at Sato and said,
"Miwako, speed up, we need to go faster."
......
When they arrived at Masuo's house, Matsuda saw two uniformed police officers ringing the doorbell.
Were they people from the nearby police station who arrived?
Did Takagi explain the situation to them?
In a situation like this, you should just barge in.
Matsuda frowned, and Masuo stepped forward and unlocked the door with his key.
Then, without changing his shoes, he kicked off his leather shoes and walked inside.
“Officers, you go to the second floor, I’ll go to the lobby and take a look,” Masuo said.
Upon hearing this, Matsuda immediately stopped and pointed to the stairs, saying something to the two uniformed police officers.
"You guys go check the second floor. I'll go with Mr. Masuo. There might be dangerous people here, so we need to protect Mr. Masuo closely."
After saying that, Matsuda walked past Masuo toward the hall.
When Masuo saw Matsuda's actions, his face turned deathly pale. He wanted to say something, but he stammered and couldn't get the words out.
Even Sato realized something was wrong and understood that Matsuda's "protection" meant controlling Masuo.
Therefore, she just looked at Masuo warily.
Make sure that if anything goes wrong, we can take him down immediately.
"Mr. Masuo, could you come in and tell me what's going on?"
Matsuda's voice came from inside the house, and Masuo trembled upon hearing it.
......
"I have no idea,"
Masuo shook his head; the toppled bookshelf landed squarely on his wife, Masuo Kayo.
There will be a knife stuck in her back, yes, in the middle of her back.
He was quite certain about the increase in tail size because he had experimented all night and made dozens of adjustments before he could be sure.
"Plop..."
Mr. Masuo swallowed hard, his heart pounding with anxiety.
Before he could even go into the living room to tidy everything up, the Metropolitan Police Department officers ruined everything.
The bookshelf falling over could be explained, but the coils wrapped around the exercise bike hadn't been retracted yet.
Once the police discover his alibi, it will become completely invalid.
Ironically, it became the most powerful evidence to prove that he was the murderer.
......
"Matsuda, what's going on?"
Sato and Conan entered the living room, dragging Masuo along with them.
“Masuo Kayo is dead,”
Matsuda crouched beside Masuo Kayo's body.
She pointed to the bookshelf pressing against her back and the exercise bike next to it.
"The situation is clear: someone took advantage of the deceased's habit of moving around at specific times to cleverly stage the crime scene and then went elsewhere to create an alibi."
"And what alibi could be more convincing than being a detective in the Metropolitan Police Department, handled by us criminal investigators? Tell me, am I right, Mr. Keizo Masuo?"
"me......"
Masuo Keizo, standing at the door, hesitated for a long time but couldn't utter a single word.
"Can't say it? Then let me help you say it."
Matsuda stood up and pointed to the wall.
“Last night, you designed a simple trap there, pointing a knife at the position of the exercise bike, and then connecting the bookshelf and the pedal axle with a wire. That way, no matter who rides the exercise bike, they will be stabbed in the back by the falling knife.”
"To prevent the bookshelf from falling to an off-center position, you filled the bookshelf next to it with books."
At this point, Matsuda tugged at the smaller bookshelf next to him.
The bookcase is packed full of books to prevent it from tipping over.
"I don't know, I don't know anything!"
Masuo shook his head in terror, still putting up a futile resistance.
Whether you want to answer or not is irrelevant.
Matsuda chuckled softly.
"But don't underestimate us police officers."
As he spoke, he touched the coils on the exercise bike with his right hand, which was wearing a white glove.
“If a murder weapon is well hidden, there’s nothing we can do if we can’t find it. But once it’s exposed to us, we can even find out who bought it, when, and where. We can even find out which manufacturer made it and how many people it went through to resell it. All of these things can be traced.”
Masuo's lips trembled, and he tried to speak several times, but he couldn't make a sound at all.
He wanted to argue that the police would have no evidence to prove that he designed the mechanism.
But after being frightened by Matsuda, he couldn't help but think, what if he got caught?
"What do you want to say?"
Matsuda looked at Masuo with a mocking expression, continuing to put pressure on him.
"You need to understand one thing clearly: if you confess now, it will at least be considered a surrender, and in court, it might even mitigate your sentence. But if we find out, then the nature of this matter will be completely different!"
"This, I..."
After hesitating for a long time, Masuo gritted his teeth and, with a "what the hell" attitude, started acting like a rogue.
"That's right, I bought the coil, but it's for tying things up. I don't know how it ended up like this!"
"Just because you talk to me like that, does that mean you've decided I'm the murderer? Then show me the evidence! Evidence to prove I'm the murderer!"
"Oh?" Matsuda raised an eyebrow. "You're really got a thuggish air about you. There's no point in yelling at me about this. Let's wait and see!"
"But you need to know one thing: we are professionals, while few murderers have received professional training, right? There will definitely be traces left in places they don't know about."
“Mr. Masuo, you must remember one thing: everything that passes by will leave a trace.”
After saying that, Matsuda stopped looking at Masuo.
"We need to conduct a necessary search of this house, please cooperate with us."
Subsequently, the forensic team quickly arrived at the scene and began their investigation and evidence collection.
The search and rescue team had already cordoned off the area and was conducting a search of the surrounding area.
Now that we have a clear goal, things become simple.
All we need to do is search carefully around his area of activity.
Of course, this kind of thing is a delicate task and should be handled by professionals.
Soon, Matsuda received a photo album, in which the people in several photos were circled with watercolor pens.
Several photos are like this, but only two people are circled.
After carefully identifying the two figures, Matsuda slammed the photo album shut, a glint in his eyes.
Chapter 266 Ai Having Nightmares
"Sato, immediately detain Masuo Keizo and hold him in custody for 24 hours."
As Matsuda spoke, he handed the photo album to Sato.
“I’ll keep an eye on him. You’re in charge of investigating the two people in the photo, and you can bring them back if necessary. Be careful, they’re likely the bank robbers from a few days ago, and they’re armed. If you can recover the stolen money within 24 hours, then Masuo should give up the fight.”
“I’ll contact the inspector.” Sato glanced at Matsuda. “Aren’t you going? This is a high-profile case.”
“I’ll keep an eye on him, Mr. Masuo. Please come with us to the Metropolitan Police Department to assist with the investigation.”
After Matsuda finished speaking, he walked straight to Masuo.
"Of course, you have the right to refuse, but we will enforce it. It's 4:10 pm now, and we have 24 hours to get to know each other better."
Masuo didn't say anything. Of course, he couldn't say anything now and could only exercise his right to remain silent.
They took Masuo to the interrogation room of the Metropolitan Police Department's First Investigative Division.
He sat quietly and began staring at Matsuda.
It wasn't until Matsuda received the forensic report, compiled by the forensic department, that he was able to proceed.
After carefully looking at it once, Matsuda smiled and said,
"The investigation results are in. There were only two people's traces left in the entire house: your wife and you, Mr. Masuo."
"The investigation results show that there was no outside intruder. Yes, in your house, apart from us police officers and that kid Conan, the forensic department did not find any footprints, fingerprints, or skin flakes."
Matsuda asked, "Can you tell me why?"
"Only your and your wife's fingerprints were found on the bookshelf that served as the murder device. If the murderer who designed the device was an outsider, then he would have wiped away your fingerprints when cleaning up his own traces. In other words, the surface of the bookshelf should have been clean, without any fingerprints from anyone else. Could it be that your wife designed the device herself?"