Next, Kazuma, accompanied by two local police officers, entered the home of Mieko Oshiba.

With his sense of smell, he could smell the stench of Oshiba Mieko's house far away.

He is also not good at judging how smelly this is. If ordinary people can smell it at a distance, I am afraid that the neighbor will call the police first without Oshiba Mieko committing suicide.

After observing the expressions of the detectives in two places, Kazuma judged that this was probably a problem of his own sense of smell.

At this moment, the detective who climbed the stairs together said: "The landlord told us that their dog has been reluctant to go upstairs. When they reach the stairs, they will run out. I think maybe the dog can smell the smell of Dachai's house from here. NS."

Kazuma felt that the detective was deliberately scolding himself as a dog for a moment, but after another thought, the detective probably didn't know that he had a keen sense of smell when he came across it.

There is probably a mention of Kazuma nose spirit in the news, but most people think that this is the kind of nose spirit of a professional perfumer, and they would not think that Kazuma smells like a dog.

On the third floor, the policeman in the uniform of the police guarding at the door looked like a bitter face.

Kazuma: "You have worked hard."

After speaking, he remembered that he had to pretend to be smoked first-in fact, he was almost used to the smell at this time, and he had to pay attention to it to realize that the smell still existed.

The leading detective murmured: "This is the first time I know that food waste can make this kind of smell."

Kazuma frowned.

Relying on his keen sense of smell, he was pretty sure that this was more like the smell of the heavily polluted Tokyo Bay than food waste.

In Tokyo Bay in this era, there are not only the domestic sewage of more than 30 million people in Tokyo, but also a large number of industrial wastewater from factories.

In the 1980s, Japan had not moved its heavily polluting industries out, and the waste water produced by these industries was directly discharged into the sea.

In addition, there is a large amount of domestic garbage. Although the Tokyo city government has established many landfills, many garbage disposal companies directly dump the garbage in the dumps and do not landfill in order to save costs.

There are several open-air garbage dumps near Tokyo. Large amounts of garbage are piled up there without any treatment. You can find everything from scrap cars to used pianos.

Sugii Hikaru, a Japanese novelist who loved Kazuma in his last life, wrote a very romantic scene. He said that the male and female protagonist carried a guitar and leaned home to a distance, and slept in a junkyard in a junk car to shelter from the rain. He also played an ensemble with the piano thrown on the garbage dump.

It was really romantic for the first time.

However, when Kazuma was a child in the last life, there were no garbage disposal facilities in the small town in my hometown, and there were also such garbage dumps. The impression of Kazuma was that this kind of garbage dump smelled so bad.

There was also a ballad among their group of children, describing the scene of a large number of scavengers picking up **** in the garbage dump. I remember the last sentence as if: The captain gave an order, and smelly shoes and socks were flying all over the sky.

Reminiscent of the nursery rhyme when I was a child, the romantic scene created by the Japanese writer is like a leaky inflatable doll, and the charm is no longer.

In these garbage dumps, when it rains, all the harmful substances in the garbage will be dissolved into the water, enter the sewer, and then be directly discharged into the sea.

The water in Tokyo Bay now smells like a mixture of the fishy smell of salted fish and the rusty smell of heavy metals. Every time Kazuma drives to the mobile team station in Odaiba, we have to smell this smell all the way.

Of course, you don’t need to worry about this problem when you turn on the GTR.

When I drove the crepe car before, the car did not have on-board air-conditioning. The cooling was all done by a small electric fan, and the windows had to be opened in order to cool down.

By the way, when Tokyo hosted the Olympic Games for the first time in 1964, the water in Tokyo Bay was still blue. Therefore, no one complained about the dung sea butterfly at the Olympic Games.

Kazuma took out a handkerchief and held down his nose, pushed the door and entered Da Chai's apartment.

Clothes were scattered everywhere in the apartment, and underwear was thrown everywhere. Kazuma used his index finger and thumb to pinch the ** thrown on the stove, frowning.

The local detective said, "Isn't it okay to take the ** first?"

Kazuma: "I just saw the stove being placed in the house like this, and my attention was drawn to it."

While talking about Kazuma, he threw the cloth in his hand aside, and continued to check the room.

Then Kazuma found that the clothes that Da Chai wore from the police station today were not in the house.

"No, I didn't see the clothes she wore when she left the police station today." Kazuma started, "and there is only one white-collar women's suit in this room. How can you think of it wrong? How about there should be a change of washing."

Only then did the two detectives notice the problem.

The younger detective immediately ran to the door and said as he ran, "Maybe it was taken to a dry cleaner near the dry cleaner."

"Wait a minute!" Kazuma called the inspector, walked to the only professional suit hung on the wall, and touched the plastic cover on the suit.

"This should be given by the dry cleaner, and there should be the phone number and address of the dry cleaner on it."

He turned over the suit on the wall while talking, and the address and phone number were revealed.

Kazuma pointed to the address and said: "Go to this dry cleaner. If I guess it is correct, the clothes Mieko Oshiba sent back today were left in the shop. Ask about the details when she came to entrust the dry cleaning. Mental state."

"Yes." The young inspector said loudly, turning around and rushing out.

Kazuma looked at the detective who left this place: "This is unreasonable. Anyone with suicidal thoughts will send the clothes to the dry cleaning in a serious way? She must have taken her clothes off and put them on. Is it reasonable for people who are going to die tonight to go to the dry cleaners after taking home clothes?"

His audience just spread their hands.

Kazuma rested his chin, stared at the suit on the wall, lost in thought.

At this time, the local criminal police reminded: "What you said just now makes sense, but it doesn't count in the court. Unless you can find another person in this room when the incident happened tonight, he pushed Dachai down. Evidence, otherwise this matter can only lead to the conclusion of suicide."

Kazuma is staggering.

He has a hunch that there is no second person in this room tonight.

The eldest brother of the local police station continued to say: "However, it is difficult to find evidence of the existence of the second person, because of the situation in this room, it is not easy to extract hair or fingerprints."

Kazuma gave a wry smile, and then walked slowly to the balcony without stepping on the magazines and bento boxes scattered on the ground.

There is a green plant on the balcony, but it doesn't seem to have taken care of it. The whole pot of flowers is in a state of freedom to sing the beauty of life.

The floor of the balcony looks much cleaner than the house, at least there is no rubbish.

Kazuma thinks this may be because Da Chai was too lazy to open the sliding door of the balcony.

The balcony railing is made of stainless steel, which looks very unstable at first glance. The partition between the balcony and the balcony of the next house is also plain steel plate. It seems that the words saving materials are written on the forehead.

This kind of apartment, if you don't lock the balcony door, it's just like opening the door for people to vote.

There is a layer of dust on the stainless steel railing, and only two places are clean.

Those two clean areas looked like two footprints, and someone climbed barefoot to the railing and stood.

Kazuma stepped forward, stretched out a finger, touched the edge of the railing through the glove, and shook it lightly.

This railing is not reliable at all.

Standing on this kind of dangling railing, even Kazuma must be careful, after all, Kazuma has not yet practiced the skill of falling from this floor without incident.

Maybe Kazuma has to be as old as the butler of Suzuki in order to be airborne from a helicopter.

At this time, Kazuma suddenly had a whimsical idea. He looked back at the detective uncle and said: "Is it possible, she just fell asleep out of sleepwalking, but the railing was unstable and people fell down."

The detective uncle looked at Kazuma with a foolish look: "You can talk to the prosecutor, try and he will ignore you."

The prosecutor decides whether to initiate a lawsuit, and Japanese prosecutors want to pursue a case-closing rate, and they must ensure that the suspect will be convicted after the lawsuit is filed.

So as long as there is insufficient evidence, prosecutors often choose not to file a lawsuit and put the suspect back.

The hypothesis just put forward by Kazuma is obviously not accepted by a prosecutor—no, prosecutor Tamamo has a half chance of accepting it. The other half of the possibility is that Tamamo will give full play to the characteristics of her ghost marriage and severely denounce the whimsical nature of Kazuma.

Kazuma: "When I didn't say it."

"What did you say? I was just listening to the analysis of tomorrow's horse racing, but I didn't hear it." said the old detective.

But he didn't hold the radio at all, and he didn't have earplugs in his ears.

Obviously he just used that way to express his attitude.

Kazuma retracted his gaze and carefully studied the footprints on the railing.

"Strange." He murmured in a clear voice.

"What's wrong?" The old detective asked slightly impatiently.

Kazuma: "Don't you think it is weird? The height of this railing is basically impossible for ordinary people to step up with one foot. It must be pulled up to the hip. But you see the huge balcony, there is no place for stepping.

"This kind of railing is welded with stainless steel pipes, straight up and down. The railing itself has no place to stand, so I can only step on the railing in one step."

Kazuma raised his leg and gestured.

The old detective scratched his head: "This... makes sense. It was me who went to the landlord to open the door. I should be the first person to enter this apartment after the incident. I didn't see any footsteps on the balcony either."

"It's strange, isn't it?" Kazuma asked, and then, without touching the railing to wipe the dust off the railing, looked down with a slight probe.

The forensic department downstairs completed the collection of the corpse and surrounding evidence. The funeral agent moved the corpse to a stretcher and carried it on a black-painted van.

The forensic department that sent away the body briefly assembled, and then walked towards the apartment building.

Kazuma was astounding. He originally thought that there was no forensic department in Dachai's room upstairs because the on-site exploration had ended.

The co-author hasn't been explored yet?

Kazuma is speechless, looking down at the shoe prints on the floor-shit, won't you be treated as a criminal directly?

Even if he was not regarded as a prisoner, he left his own shoe prints on the scene, which is enough for people with ulterior motives to cause some minor troubles.

The old detective obviously guessed what Kazuma was thinking, and smiled: "Don't worry, our police station's forensic department is not that stupid. They will ignore the shoe prints of our investigators."

Kazuma: "Well, that's great."

At this time, the voice of the little policeman guarding the door came from the door: "Everyone in the authentication department, you have worked hard."

Then the forensicians carrying the kits filed in, and the leader said to Kazuma: "You have to be careful not to destroy the scene! It is best to leave the scene and hide as far as possible."

Kazuma raises both hands in a French military salute, and at the same time retreats to stand against the wall.

And the old detective who temporarily acted as the partner of Kazuma said: "Don't be so serious, this is Kiryuu Kazuma, which is the Kiryuu Kazuma. He just came for a while, I found a logically unexplainable problem."

The three forensics stopped their work and looked at Kazuma curiously.

Kazuma just told these forensics about the strange place that I just discovered.

The three forensics looked at each other, and the leader scratched his scalp and said, "This is a problem. We have just checked the corpse below. The deceased's crotch and other easily strained places did not have any bruises."

Kazuma: "That's right. Missing footsteps, it sounds like the title of a detective novel."

The forensician tried to say, "Maybe the deceased had practiced yoga?"

Kazuma: "Practicing yoga? Is there any connection?"

"Yes, yoga can strengthen the body's softness, balance ability, etc., maybe yoga masters can directly climb the railing."

Kazuma frowned: "You might as well say that this was flying up with light effort."

The old detective asked Kazuma seriously: "Is there any way for Kiryu Police Department to go directly to the railing without relying on footsteps?"

Kazuma: "Of course I have a way. I'm like Jack Chen... I mean, I am dedicated to studying parkour. Let alone this kind of height railing, I can use no hand if it is higher. Jump directly up.

"But Mieko Oshiba has absolutely no way to do such a thing~lightnovelpub.net~ After all, Mieko Oshiba has no martial arts level at all, so she should still be a mortal.

In addition, Tamamo is here today, so the possibility that Oshiba Mieko is a monster can be ruled out.

A guy who doesn't understand martial arts, and is not a monster, does not rely on any stepping objects, and gently jumps on the railing-this is really impossible.

Even if she did jump up, it would be impossible to leave such a footprint. This footprint was too straight, and it felt like Oshiba Mieko took a straddle pose after standing on the railing.

The distance between the two footprints and the angle with the railing are all too standard.

If she really reluctantly jumped up, the footprints could not be like this, they would definitely be skewed, and they might leave more than one pair of footprints due to unstable standing.

Kazuma thought so.

The two problems of fishy smell and ornaments have not been solved yet, and a new problem has come right now.