Ke Xue: The Yellow-haired Detective

So, he turned to Shizuka Hattori and asked for his opinion: "Want to go directly and take a look?"

Hattori Shizuka stood up and calmly stretched her stiff back.

Then he nodded reservedly: "Trouble."

Lin Xiaofan said hello to Yukiko, and then took Hattori Shizuka to Shibata's home.

Shizuka Hattori did not drive, but took Lin Xiaofan's car to Shibata Shiro's house.

When we arrived at our destination, we saw an apartment building with nearly ten floors in front of us. There were no unit doors in the building, but there was an elevator.

The two followed the address given by the staff to the sixth floor and found the house number with the word "Shibata" on it.

Lin Xiaofan calmly raised his hand and rang the doorbell of Shibata's house.

The doorbell rang for a long time, but no one answered.

Behind him, a majestic questioning voice suddenly came:

"Are you here to look for Shibata?"

Lin Xiaofan turned around following the sound and saw a middle-aged man with a high hairline.

The man had a short nose, a mustache under his lips, and was dressed in homely clothes. He looked like a neighbor who came to visit from the same building.

Hattori Shizuka sized him up secretly, then nodded: "We are indeed here to find Mr. Shibata, are you his neighbor?"

"Well." The middle-aged man also came to see Shibata for something. He passed Lin Xiaofan and the others and walked to the door of Shibata's house. While ringing the doorbell, he said unkindly, "We have agreed to go to my house to play mahjong in a while. Do you want to find me?" If he says it, move quickly."

Lin Xiaofan also hoped that he would move quickly and quietly hinted: "Mr. Shibata seems not to be at home. We rang the doorbell just now, but no one opened the door."

Neighbor Yoshikawa Takezo shook his head: "I must have fallen asleep and didn't hear it. After all, last night we..." He was halfway through talking when he suddenly remembered something, cleared his throat, and swallowed the rest of the words.

After Yoshikawa Takezo rang the doorbell, he found that no one answered, so he simply reached out and turned the doorknob.

The door was just closed, not locked.

Yoshikawa Takezo suddenly showed an expression of "Sure enough," he opened the door and entered the house, while looking at the two people next to him with a bit of showoff: "Look, I just said he is at home."

Yoshikawa Takezo stepped into the entrance and walked inside calling Shibata's name.

Lin Xiaofan followed him in naturally.

Hattori Shizuka just hesitated for a moment, but there was no one around him.She thought for a moment and followed cautiously into the house.

The atmosphere of life in the house is quite strong.When passing by the living room, Lin Xiaofan saw that the TV in the living room was on, a half-eaten meal was placed on the table, and there was also a copy of today's evening newspaper.

At this moment, the door at the entrance was suddenly pushed open.

There was a shrill, trembling voice with a hint of fear at the door: "What are you doing?! Why did you break into someone's house without authorization? I'm going to call the police!"

Lin Xiaofan turned around and saw a short-haired woman holding a shopping bag standing at the door.

Judging from the woman's tone of voice and age, she looked like Shiro Shibata's wife.Probably as soon as I got home, I suddenly saw a few more strangers and was frightened.

"Tsk—" Lin Xiaofan frowned, becoming suspicious.

...It is not early morning or late at night, and Mrs. Shibata does not live alone.In this case, when you go home and suddenly see a few well-dressed strangers in the house, don’t most people guess that they are guests brought back by your husband.

At the same time, Yoshikawa Takezo's voice sounded very anxious.

"Shibata?! What's wrong with you? Cheer up, Shibata!!"

Lin Xiaofan reacted quickly and rushed over, and Shizuka Hattori also quickly walked towards the direction where the scream came from.

In a blink of an eye, everyone came to the study, including Mrs. Shibata, who was carrying a pile of shopping bags and looking wary.

Looking in from the door, Shiro Shiro can be seen lying on the ground, with the hair on the top of his head clumped together, as if soaked in blood.

Lin Xiaofan half-crouched on the ground, poked Shibata Shiro who was already stiff, and retracted his hand slightly: "He's dead."

Neighbor Yoshikawa Takezo looked at the dead body blankly, while Mrs. Shibata covered her mouth and began to sob sadly.

168. High school student Shizuka Hattori

More than 20 minutes later, police officer Henggou with curly hair led his team to the scene.

The hostess Shibata Kyoko said: "My husband is dead. Police officer, please investigate quickly and catch his murderer. These two guys of unknown origin, a man and a woman, appeared in my house. They are very suspicious!"

Officer Henggou immediately smiled and said: "Mrs. Shibata, you are wrong. This is the famous detective Lin Xiaofan. It is impossible that he is the murderer of your husband."

But Yoshikawa Takezo said: "Of course Detective Lin has no suspicion, but what about the lady who is traveling with them? The photo Mr. Shibata is holding is a bust of the lady!"

Upon hearing this, the police officer on the side quickly handed over the photo in the deceased's hand. It was a photo of Hattori Shizuka holding a medal when he was a high school student.

Officer Henggou touched his sparse stubble and said, "From this point of view, it is very likely that the death message was left by the deceased Mr. Shibata. There is really no way for this lady to clear her suspicions."

"I understand." Officer Henggou patted his head: "Madam, you must have killed Mr. Shibata first, and then entrusted Detective Lin Xiaofan to investigate, in order to make an illusion that you had never met Mr. Shibata and create an alibi, right? ?”

Hearing Officer Henggou's questioning, Hattori Shizuka remained calm: "Officer, do you think it's possible for me to return to the scene after killing someone and bring a famous detective with me? Isn't this asking for death?"

"And if I want to prove my alibi, I can find anyone else to do it. Why should I choose Detective Lin?"

"Your argument is completely untenable. I just happened to want to see this old classmate and ask for a photo. I think you should understand the case clearly before talking about it, so as not to laugh at you!"

Hattori Jinghua's momentum exploded, a cold light flashed in his eyes, he was not angry and intimidating, but with just a few words, he forced Officer Henggou to retreat step by step.

Officer Henggou looked horrified, his body kept shrinking, and he laughed dryly: "That's right, hehehe!"

Officer Henggou approached Lin Xiaofan and asked in a low voice: "Who is this lady? She is so courageous!"

Lin Xiaofan chuckled and said: "Don't be shocked when you say it. She is the wife of the Osaka Prefectural Police Inspector, Mrs. Hattori."

Officer Henggou couldn't help but shudder, almost unjustly accusing the police inspector's wife of being the murderer.

At this time, the forensic doctor in a white coat said, "Officer Henggou, according to my speculation, the time of death of the deceased was from last night to this morning."

Officer Henggou's expression returned to normal instantly, he turned his gun and approached Kyoko Shibata with a straight face: "Mrs. Shibata, I would like to ask, where were you from last night to this morning? You should be at home!"

Shibata Kyoko shook his head and said, "No, I made an appointment with my friend to play golf today. My friend came to pick me up at five this morning. I helped my husband prepare breakfast and went out. My friend didn't leave until after four in the afternoon. Take me back, and when I come back, they're all in my house."

Officer Henggou stopped him again: "So, Mr. Shibata was at home at the time, right?"

Shibata Kyoko nodded: "Yes, he didn't come home until three o'clock in the morning last night, and he was still sleeping when I left."

"He came back at three o'clock in the morning last night? What did he do?"

Yoshikawa Takezo on the side said: "Let's play mahjong. He and a few of us were playing mahjong downstairs last night. It did end around three o'clock."

Officer Henggou asked again: "I saw today's morning newspaper on your dining table. When is this newspaper usually delivered?"

"It was delivered around six in the morning."

"Then the TV next to the kitchen table is on. Presumably your husband was watching TV while eating!"

Kyoko Shibata said: "Yes, my husband has this habit, I think he must be watching the Legend of Swordsman that is broadcast every morning at eight o'clock, every time my husband watches it, he will record the plot, and then in Check it out over the weekend."

Everyone turned their attention to the TV cabinet on the side. There was indeed a recorder and a lot of CDs.

Lin Xiaofan saw that many of the things above were empty, with only one of the two speakers left. The house also seemed a little empty, as if a lot of furniture was missing.

"Huh? Jingxia, quickly look for the CD in the recorder to see if there is the Legend of the Swordsman at [-] o'clock this morning. Call Mrs. Shibata's golfing friends and Mr. Shibata's mahjong playing friends to confirm. "

The police officers on the side immediately went to do it, and the results of the investigation came out in a short time.

"Report to the Henggou Police Department, we found the legend of the swordsman at [-] o'clock this morning on the CD-ROM of the recorder, and Mrs. Shibata's friend said that she really came to pick up the person at [-] o'clock in the morning and sent it back at [-] o'clock in the afternoon. As for Shibata Mr.'s mahjong friends also said that they ended at three in the morning last night."

A smug smile appeared on Officer Henggou's face: "So, at eight o'clock this morning, Mr. Shibata took the newspaper outside, turned on the TV, and then ate the breakfast prepared by Mrs. Shibata at the dining table. .”

"However, halfway through the meal, an uninvited guest broke into the door and attacked him from behind, causing blunt trauma to the head and bleeding to death."

"The time of death is also the time when the legend of the swordsman is broadcast. It's between [-]:[-] and [-]:[-] this morning."

"Then Mrs. Shibata is no longer suspected. Let me ask you, Mr. Yoshikawa and Miss Hattori, what were you doing at that time?"

Yoshikawa Takezo immediately started drinking: "What are you doing, are you suspicious of me? I slept in my own house at that time!"

"Can anyone prove it?"

"I'm the only one at home. How can I prove it? Besides, I just called him and said I was going to pick him up. If I really killed someone, why would it take so much trouble."

In order to get rid of his own suspicion, Yoshikawa Takezo tried his best to pass the blame to Haochi Shizuka: "According to me, this woman in kimono is more suspicious. Shibata still has a photo of this woman in his hand. It was obviously him who left it." death message."

"And don't you think what she just said is strange? An old classmate I haven't seen for 30 years, just wanted to find him today, and he happened to die at the same time as I found it. It's too coincidental."

"If it was me, I would have forgotten all of these people in 30 years."

Hearing these words, Officer Henggou also murmured in his heart, and turned to look at the beautiful woman: "Mrs. Hattori, where were you from eight to eight forty this morning?"

Shizuka Hattori said: "I'm on a plane, flying from Osaka to Tokyo!"

"Uh...Okay. Let me just say that Mrs. Hattori can't be the murderer."

At this time, Lin Xiaofan said: "I already understand the truth of this murder case."

Officer Henggou looked eager: "Detective Lin, who is the murderer? Since you know, don't lie about it."

"The murderer is the hostess of this room, Shibata Kyoko."

Officer Henggou immediately questioned: "No, the crime occurred between 45:[-] and [-]:[-] in the morning. How could Mrs. Shibata have time to kill someone!"

Shibata Kyoko couldn't help but tremble when she heard Lin Xiaofan's identification, but when she heard Officer Henggou spoke, she immediately retorted: "Yes, how could I kill my husband? There is no reason!"

"The reason is that your home is empty, the furniture, electrical appliances and other valuables that have been sold."

"Your husband is a gambler. He loses his family playing mahjong every day, and he keeps changing the items in the seller as gambling money, right?"

Shibata Kyoko was stunned when she heard this, her head gradually lowered, and her eyes under the glasses became dark.

"Officer Henggou, not only did you misjudge the time of the crime, but you also misjudged the location of the crime."

Lin Xiaofan led everyone to the corridor.

"The real killing place was in the corridor outside the kitchen after entering the entrance, and the time of the crime was not this morning, but after three o'clock in the morning last night."

"The crime process is like this. After Shiro Shibata came back from playing mahjong last night, he was enjoying a late-night snack in the kitchen, but was called out by his wife."

"After speaking in the corridor, Shiro Shiro turned around, his wife took out the weapon and attacked Shiro Shiro in the back of the head, killing him directly. The blood on the floor of the corridor is one of the evidences."

Only then did Police Officer Henggou and the personnel from the Identification Section discover the blood stains, and they immediately exclaimed: "There are really blood stains!"

Lin Xiaofan continued: "After that, Mrs. Shibata went out at five o'clock in the morning as originally planned to play golf with her friends. She returned home at four o'clock in the afternoon, just a few minutes earlier than us."

"We entered the apartment at [-]:[-], you only need to go home at [-]:[-], bring in the morning paper and put it on the dining table, it will naturally give people the illusion that this is breakfast. "

"Combined with the TV series of Legend of Swordsman with the timer recording function set in advance, it will give everyone a misleading belief that Shiro Shibata died after eight o'clock."

"However, when Mrs. Shibata came back at four o'clock, she found that the situation was not as she expected. The attack in the early morning did not kill Shibata Shiro. Shibata Shiro crawled towards the living room with his last breath, trying to call for help, but in the end he Fell in the living room.”

"Just then the phone rang, and Mr. Yoshikawa left a message saying that he was coming to pick up someone and went downstairs to play mahjong."

"Instead of calling the police yourself, you might as well have someone else call the police and come back later, so you are less suspicious, so you left the apartment, I think you must have been waiting at the safety stairs until the four of us entered the room. It came here later."

Shibata Kyoko was sweating profusely at the moment, and anyone could see that his face was wrong.

But she reluctantly said: "Detective Lin Xiaofan, these are all your speculations, you have no evidence at all!"

The eyes under Kyoko Shibata's glasses shone brightly: "You want to save this woman, so you chose to blame me, right? You can't explain the photos in my husband's hands and the death message he left."

Lin Xiaofan sneered and said: "Stubborn, Mrs. Shibata, do you think that your clever idea can make things worse? You are really childish. The more you do, the more traces you leave. Do you still think you are smart? "

"Mr. Shibata knew that if he had no chance to call for help, he would definitely leave a death message. If he wanted to identify you, the easiest way would be the wedding ring. His left hand was full of blood. He took off the ring on the ring finger of his left hand and used his right hand to I held it tightly as a clue to accuse you, but you discovered it when you came back."

"You would naturally break open his right hand and take away the ring, but the corpse is already stiff and there is no way to put the ring back on the ring finger of the left hand. As a result, the ring finger of the left hand loses the trace of the ring and the posture of holding the air with the right hand. It will be very suspicious."

"So you took out the photo from the Thunder God's Gate on the stack of books and placed it in Mr. Shibata's right hand. Then you tied a hemostatic tape on the ring finger of your left hand, without hesitating to blame others. As for the evidence, , that’s the blood-stained ring, you don’t have time to deal with it, so just keep the ring on you!”

The Forensic Section personnel squatting next to the corpse untied the hemostatic tape on the corpse and immediately shouted excitedly: "Officer Henggou, the left hand of the corpse is exactly the same as Detective Lin Xiaofan said. A circular blood stain was also found on the palm of the right hand."

Officer Henggou's thick eyebrows flew up instantly, and he turned to look at Mrs. Shibata: "Mrs. Shibata, I'm sorry, take her for a body search!"

After listening to all Lin Xiaofan's reasoning, Shibata Kyoko was speechless. She opened her clenched palms and a blood-stained ring fell to the floor. Tears instantly poured down her face.

"It's all his fault. I told him to stop gambling. He couldn't stop at all. He owed tens of millions, but he still refused to change. He kept saying that he could win it back. The last resort, woo woo woo..."

Weeping echoed in the corridor.

"He said he was going to sell my golf clubs, and then he was going to sell the famous knife that my grandfather gave us when we got married. I've already lost a lot, and I don't want to lose the last piece my grandfather left me. A relic, that's how he killed him."

"sorry Sorry……"

Shibata Kyoko knelt on the ground and cried, while Yoshikawa Takezo had a guilty look on his face.

Officer Henggou said with a heavy face: "Mrs. Shibata, please come with us to the police station."

A dazed look appeared on Kyoko Shibata's face, and she stopped her tears and said, "Please wait a moment, I'll go back to my room and change clothes and go with you."

After saying that, she staggered into the bedroom.