After the elevator doors were closed, the real sense of the deceased person's passing turned into the numbness of the scalp being overcharged, and gradually immersed in Araki Sosuke's body.

After all, a few hours ago, he and Ichiro Tokimoto were sitting in the office next to him and chatting happily.

Although there was a lot of negativity in the other party's words for some reason, he just thought it was pessimism brought about by his old age.

But I didn't think about it, but it was just a nap, the old man has turned into a cold corpse in front of him.

"Remember, if one day, the old man encounters the same accident as the original Moon Shadow Lord, it can only mean that the 'flower of evil' hiding in the dark is far more pervasive and powerful than we imagined..."

"At that time, you must hold your breath, take the fishing rod in my hand, hold your breath, watch the change, and pull up the big fish that is swallowing the bait underwater at the critical moment!"

"But don't worry, this old man is not so easy to admit defeat, and I still have 100 million points left in the back..."

At this moment, standing in the same position, Tokimoto Ichiro's words before closing the door reverberated in Sousuke Araki's ears.

"I'm fine...the fishing rod...I'll leave it to you...don't trust...anyone..."

In addition to the "harassing phone call" he received in his sleep, he only felt that he seemed to understand something.

"Hey, have you handed the fishing rod to me... OK, then let me see what kind of big fish the old man is catching!"

Muttering in a low voice, the corners of Araki Sousuke's sluggish mouth gradually drew a grin.

He walked past several people in one step, came to Takeshi Iwata, and stretched out his hands with his wrists pressed together.

"Araki-kun, you are..."

Takeshi Iwata, who just turned around, looked at him in surprise.

"Didn't I want to go back with you to assist in the investigation? I'm always not used to not doing anything, I don't feel a sense of ritual..."

Having said that, Sousuke Araki raised his hand to the other party again.

"Senior Araki, you..."

"Hey, Araki-kun, you can think about it, once you go in..."

"Sleeper, did you have enough brain cells to be wiped out by excess ethanol? No, I don't think you have full capacity for civil conduct anymore, and you have to wait for a lawyer..."

Looking at Sousuke Araki's actions, the people behind him all had expressions of disbelief.

"Che, what am I afraid of for something I haven't done?"

On the contrary, it was Sousuke Araki, whose face was calm and indifferent.

"You're very good, Araki-kun! Remember, you're only assisting in the investigation, so you don't need to use handcuffs or something."

As if he did not expect Sousuke Araki to be so decisive, Takeshi Iwata gave him a deep look and walked towards the elevator first.

"...If you have anything to explain and clean up, please hurry up. I'll be waiting for you downstairs."

……

"As you said, when you left the office at 4:30, President Tokimoto was still alive..."

In the dark interrogation room, Takeshi Iwata was repeatedly replaying the surveillance video on his laptop.

"Although the camera did not capture President Shimoto inside the door due to the angle, the office door was indeed closed without contact with you..."

"Of course, that door was thrown by the old man himself!"

The surveillance footage on the screen was frozen at the moment when the office door was closed and Sousuke Araki left with a displeased face.

"But, Araki-kun, after all, this is a criminal case in which both the deceased and the suspect are extraordinary people. If you just close the door in the air, there are many ways to do it. This small contradiction is not enough to overthrow the unfavorable situation for you. The chain of evidence, let alone find the murderer."

"It seems that we have to think of a way from another angle..."

With a sigh, Iwata took out another photo to show the other party: "Do you have an impression of this thing?"

"This, this thing..."

In the photo, it is an ancient mahogany sword.

"Isn't this the handle on the old Shiben's bookshelf? However, there seems to be something different..."

Let's look at this familiar peach wood sword that he played with a few hours ago, Araki Sousuke's face changed slightly: "Could it be, this is..."

A dazzling dark red blood trail stretched all the way from the top of the blade to the middle.

"Yes, this is the murder weapon of President Ben when you killed your fingerprints!"

Takeshi Iwata nodded solemnly, and his throat choked up: "According to the traces on the scene, President Tokimoto was supposed to be sitting in an office chair when he was stabbed cleanly into the back of the head with a sword, without any struggle or struggle. trace……"

"...Fortunately, such a neat way of dying shouldn't be too painful."

He will never forget the scene he saw when he entered the office.

If it weren't for the blood that bloomed like flowers on the ground and a wooden sword that was full of blood on the back of his neck, I'm afraid everyone would think that Tokimoto Ichiro was just taking a nap after drinking tea.

"This sword... I did play with it, but I put it back well before I left the room... So the murderer should be after this..."

Listening to Takeshi Iwata's description and looking at the blood-stained peach wood sword, Sosuke Araki's mind came to the office where the scent of tea was filled with tea, and the strange scene of Ichiro Tokimoto sitting with his sleeves closed, his eyes closed safely, and the sword stuck in the back of his neck. .

"Combined with the evidence at hand, whether it is fingerprints, footprints, the time of the crime, no resentment left, the association's formation has not been triggered, and the height of the peach wood sword..."

"The most 'reasonable' conclusion, of course, is that you, the one who has 'Beichen's swordsmanship and kendo's all privileges', grabbed the peach wood sword from the bookshelf in the office, and attacked President Shiben from behind..."

"However, the unnatural death of a spirit remover~lightnovelpub.net~ is an unreasonable thing in itself!"

Combining Sosuke Araki's description with the evidence at the scene, Iwata took great pains to piece together all the clues in front of him.

"If you assume it from the most unreasonable angle, when you left the office until Vice President Changtian found the body, someone entered the office, and when it was stronger, even a spirit remover like President Ben didn't respond or didn't have time to respond. Under the circumstances, I deliberately chose the peach wood sword you touched, killed him with a sword from the rear, and then quietly retreated with the "Bamboo Tori Picture Scroll"..."

"In the whole process, whether he entered the door to commit murder or left with grudges, this person did not leave any traces of grudges, voices, fingerprints and footprints."

"Even if a lot of obvious evidence points to you, it is possible that the other party did it intentionally, so I said at the beginning, this is the perfect secret room killing!"

Closing the computer, Takeshi Iwata grabbed Sousuke Araki's hands, showing an unprecedented serious expression: "Kun Araki, the murderer chose to take action at the right time, not just to frame you, there must be something important behind it. The reason!"

"If you insist on continuing to conceal the transaction with Vice President Changda and the conversation with President Tokimoto, it will be very difficult for me to help the bigwigs above give up this straightforward closing statement and choose to believe in unbelievable assumptions!"

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