I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Seeing that the stinky policeman was about to put his hand into her trouser pocket again, Kyoko Shibata suddenly became anxious.

"I'm warning you, don't move!"

But it was too late, the items in the pocket of the loose sweatpants were easily taken out.

It was a blood-stained wedding ring.

Chapter 309 Chibo Jinghua's eyes light up

Let me ask you, would a normal person who is not injured carry something covered in blood?

Unless it's a sanitary napkin, it's really unlikely.

So in other words, it is abnormal for a normal person who is not injured to carry something covered in blood.

This is logic that even a primary school child can understand. Now that things have developed to this point, even Yokogo Chango has realized that something is wrong.

He placed the blood-stained wedding ring flat on his gloved palm and examined it carefully in the light from overhead.

"This is real blood, yes...Mrs. Shibata, could you please explain what's going on?"

Yokomizo Sango turned to the widow who was standing beside him with her head lowered and not saying a word and asked seriously.

The answer is of course no.

Serabelle came to Shibata Shiro, who had been lying on the ground for a long time, and squatted down, carefully prying open his clenched right hand.

I saw that Shibata Shiro's right hand was also wrapped with three Band-Aids, which were somewhat similar to the ones on Ikenami Shizuka's hand, with one band-aid each on the index finger, ring finger and little finger.

But the magical thing is that although the entire palm side of Shibata Shiro's right hand was covered in blood, the surface of the band-aid on the inside was not bloody at all, but surprisingly clean.

There is also a small ring-shaped indentation in the middle of Shibata Shiro's palm, as if he had grasped something before.

In fact, he had seen this kind of Band-Aid wrapping method on Shizuka Ikeba’s hands before.

According to Ikenami Shizuka herself, she cut her hand due to her poor cooking skills. But it is obvious that her ability to recognize the species of fish by the color and muscle texture of the fish means that her cooking skills cannot be bad, and may even be unexpectedly exquisite.

Then there is only one real reason...

Serabelle took off one of her gloves and slowly tore off the band-aid on Shibata Shiro's right ring finger.

As expected, there was no wedding ring on the ring finger under the Band-Aid, but instead there was a common mark left by wearing a wedding ring.

Henggou Chanwu was also watching nearby, and as he was watching, a light bulb seemed to flash in his head.

"Wait a minute, this mark on the victim's hand... that means this blood-stained wedding ring actually belonged to the victim. The murderer actually left in a hurry for some reason after attacking the victim, and did not have time to confirm the victim's death. When he returned to the crime scene, he found the victim holding the wedding ring in her hand. The murderer was afraid of being exposed, so he hurriedly dug out the wedding ring and replaced it with Ms. Ikenami's photo."

"And if we consider the fact that the wedding ring was most likely from Mrs. Shibata, and that the wedding ring was also found on Mrs. Shibata..."

After a series of highly purposeful actions by Serabelle, he finally sorted out his thoughts. Yokomizo Sango slammed his palm hard, and as if possessed by Naruhodō Ichiryū, he waved his finger vigorously at Shibata Kyoko, whose lips were pale and shoulders were slightly trembling.

"There is no doubt that the murderer is you, Mrs. Shibata!"

That’s it in a nutshell.

Serabelle added this in her heart, then stood up and stepped aside to stand with Ikenami Shizuka.

He had come here today just to help the latter get the photos back. As for discovering the body and solving the case at the same time, it was an unexpected development and part of the DLC content.

This order is a loss...

Just as Serabelle was filled with complaints, Kyoko Shibata, who had remained silent ever since a blood-stained wedding ring was found on her body, finally spoke.

The voice was still trembling, and it was hard to tell whether it was relief or despair in the tone.

"...People really shouldn't do anything bad. If they do something bad, they will definitely be discovered by others..."

"But if that's the case! Why should I be arrested, and they...they all did those things! And they are still at large!!!"

Kyoko Shibata, who had a look of despair on her face the previous second, suddenly turned angry and pointed at Yoshikawa Takezo's nose and started scolding him.

Yoshikawa Takezo, who was scolded, didn't dare to say a word of rebuttal, but just kept avoiding eyes.

"Get away with murder? What do you mean?"

Yokogawa Chanwu's expression suddenly became serious.

Although he may not be very smart as a criminal policeman, he still has a sense of justice.

"That's just..."

Seeing that the deeply buried truth was about to be exposed, Yoshikawa Takezo still tried to struggle.

But he was immediately interrupted by Kyoko Shibata's angry rebuke.

"They actually gathered to gamble under the guise of playing mahjong! My husband used to be a person who never gambled, but after moving here and being dragged into gambling by them once, he couldn't stop thinking about it... At first, they only gambled small amounts, but later they gambled bigger and bigger, and the amounts became more and more frightening! Not only did they lose all the money in the family, but all my jewelry, cosmetics, and bags have been sold! My husband said that if he continued to lose, he would have to sell my golf clubs, and then the famous Tibetan knife that my father gave us when we got married..."

"I can't stop him at all. I can only use this method! I can only use this method, do you understand!!!"

"As a wife, I not only have to be woken up in the middle of the night, but also have to get up to prepare supper for him. This happens every day, and I really can't stand it... They played mahjong until 3 a.m. last night, so when my husband came back, I lied to him to take a shower first, put the supper I prepared in advance on the dining table, and when he sat down to eat, I came from behind, I just!!!"

Kyoko Shibata roared hysterically, as if she wanted to vent all the resentment she had accumulated over the years. Her sharp and piercing voice echoed throughout the house and into the corridor, reverberating in the empty and quiet corridor for a long time.

"It's so pitiful that she has such a husband." Ikeba Jinghua shook her head as if with some empathy.

Serabelle shrugged. "It's very sympathetic, but even so I can only deduce the truth. Otherwise, Ms. Ikenami, your photo will be sent to the police station as evidence, and it won't be recovered in a short time."

"Well, I do know that... but there's still one thing I don't understand."

"what?"

"If what she said is true, Ms. Shibata left home at 5 a.m. this morning and spent the entire day playing golf with her friends, then when did she come back and take the ring?"

"Probably... before we get there."

Serabelle thought about it.

"After all, we only saw her coming up the stairs with her golf clubs on her back, not getting out of her friend's car downstairs, right?"

"I see."

Ikeba Shizuka nodded to show that she understood.

Without paying attention to the two people's whispered conversation, Henggou Canwu, who had finally come to his senses from the painful cries of the deceased, coughed lightly.

He did not ask Kyoko Shibata to go back to the police station with him immediately, but turned to Takezo Yoshikawa on the other side.

"Mr. Yoshikawa, I will report the gambling incident to the police station, and my colleagues will come to you to learn more about the situation."

"……Yes."

Yoshikawa Takezo shrank his neck and responded tremblingly.

Only then did Yokomizo Chango retract his gaze and look at Shibata Kyoko, who seemed to have lost all her energy.

"Well, Ms. Shibata, although it's a little late, I'd like to trouble you to come with us."

"Got it, I'll come right after I change my clothes."

Kyoko Shibata answered quite calmly, and after getting Yokomizo Chango's approval, she lowered her head and floated out of the room like a ghost, went to the study next door and closed the door.

Ok?

Serabelle suddenly felt something was wrong: "Isn't this the bedroom? The wardrobe is also in the bedroom. Why is she going to the study to change clothes..."

Wait, a sword!?

Realizing something in an instant, Serabelle turned around and rushed out of the bedroom. She took two steps and slammed the study door open.

Inside the gate, Kyoko Shibata, holding a drawn sword, was holding the blade to her neck with both hands. When she saw the study door being knocked open, she turned around and pointed the tip of the sword at the people outside the door, waving her arms and slashing wildly in the air.

"Don't come over here! Do you hear me? You are not allowed to come over here!"

Call ~

A bright light flashed across Ikebo Jinghua's eyes, and she reached out and took out a folding fan from her sleeve.

But before she could make any move, Serabelle beside her strode forward with her cane in hand, facing the cold sword light coming towards her.

"Hey! It's dangerous!"

Yokomizo Sango tried to stop it, but what happened next completely shocked him.

Serabelle was seen holding her cane as if she was holding a sword, slashing a slightly slanted arc from bottom to top in the air at an extremely fast speed.

Ding!

The tip of the staff collided with the tip of the sword, and a dazzling flash of fire suddenly appeared in the air.

The huge force was transmitted to the wrist through the blade, causing Kyoko Shibata's entire arm to rise high uncontrollably.

Then Serabelle stopped slashing and turned into stabbing, with the tip of the staff accurately hitting the center of the widow's completely exposed wrist. The sword flew out of her hand, spun two and a half times in the air, and then stabbed deeply into the wooden floor at her feet.

Ikeba Shizuka, who witnessed the whole process, raised her eyebrows slightly.

Chapter 310 It Turns Out to Be My Wife (Happy)

The case is solved and the murderer is found. Basically, the detective's work is over here, and the rest is the police's task.

Ten minutes later, Serabelle was standing next to her car downstairs in the apartment building, with Ikenami Shizuka, who had put on her clogs again, next to her. They both tilted their heads in the same direction and watched the police car with its red and blue lights flashing go away.

It was not until the police lights disappeared around the corner of the street that Serabell turned her gaze towards the latter.

"Now that the photos have been collected, my mission is over. But if I remember correctly, Ms. Ikenami, you seemed to have said that since you don't have a place to stay in Tokyo, you must return to your hometown, right? Then the next thing is a free service. I can give you a ride for free. Do you want to go to the high-speed rail station or the airport?"

"Not urgent."

However, Ikenami Shizuka just shook her head gently.

"Although the time is a little earlier than expected, someone will be here to pick me up soon."

Oh, so someone came to pick you up?

Serabelle nodded in understanding: "If that's the case, then I'll..."

"Please wait a moment."

Ikebo Jinghua called out in time.

Serabelle put her hand on the door handle, neither pulling it open nor letting it go. She just kept her body facing the door and turned her head to look, signaling with her eyes that the beautiful woman should speak quickly if she had anything to say.

Ikebo Shizuka covered her mouth modestly: "Well~ Although it may be a little abrupt to ask, has Detective Sera ever learned anything related to kendo?"

"...No, what's wrong?"

Serabelle responded in the negative.

It is true that he had never practiced kendo, and all his fighting skills were figured out by himself in actual combat. In simple terms, he acted entirely on instinct and used his spine to think and summarize.

Ikenami Shizuka seemed slightly surprised by this answer, and a strange look flashed across her indigo eyes that contained the clear light of a sword.

"Ah~ Nothing, I was just a little curious so..."

Before she finished her words, a familiar Osaka accent came from under a street lamp not far away in the evening breeze, getting closer and closer.

"Oh my? I didn't expect that you, Brother Sera, also know kendo. Is that true?"

This voice Masaka...

Serabelle looked in surprise and saw a high school detective who looked like he grew up eating coal five meters away from them. His figure gradually became clear under the street light.

"Hattori? Why...when did you come to Tokyo?"

Although Japan's high-speed rail industry is very developed, it runs on the ground after all. No matter how fast it is, it can never be faster than an airplane. Taking the fastest and most stable Shinkansen from Osaka to Tokyo takes two and a half hours on the train alone, which is quite far.

Hearing this, Hattori Heiji sighed helplessly: "To be honest, I just landed at the high-speed rail station half an hour ago. As for why I came here, of course it was to take this lady home, what else could it be."

After saying this, he narrowed his half-moon eyes and looked at Chi Bo Jinghua.

"Did you enjoy your day trip to Tokyo? Is it almost time to go home, auntie?"

"Auntie... do you know each other?"

At this time, Serabelle did not realize the seriousness of the problem.

However, Ikenami Shizuka did not explain, but just smiled and walked slowly towards Hattori Heiji.

Hattori Heiji maintained his standard half-moon eyes until the former walked up to him, then raised his thumb and pointed, speaking in a matter-of-fact tone.